My meeting with Alejandro pretty much started out how all things involving vodka began: horribly wrong.
There I was with a bag of Doritos in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. My hair up in a top-knot and with my pink bunny slippers. The amount of alcohol the three of us consumed clearly heightened my senses as I could clearly hear Kat and Steph giggling from the top of the stairway.
I know, I know.
This isn't the usual Rina. But to be fair, it is the weekend before the new semester starts, and we were seniors this year. And, don't even get me started with my breakup with Mark six months ago. God knows how much alcohol I had to consume to get over that bastard.
And, I could only take so much persuasion from my good ol' friend vodka before I caved in.
Swinging the century-old brass door open of the Woodbridge Hall dorm room #310, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hi! I'm your upstairs neighbor from 310, and we just so happen to run out of sug--" I pried my eyes open slowly, praying that I looked captivating rather than going into anaphylaxis shock.
I froze in terror as a familiar face greeted me half-naked, with messy semi-wet hair, and a skimpy white towel. "Sorry, I was just in the middle of--"
My heart sank.
Turns out I already had gotten some sugar from him before.
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The Theory of Forever
RomanceRumor has it that the guys who just moved downstairs had won the genetic lottery. Naturally, dorm 310 has to welcome their handsome new neighbors. With a bottle of vodka and a fresh break-up, Rina had nothing to lose when she stumbles over to 210 fo...
