Toothbrush

Tris POV

"Girl, you need to go out tonight. Just you, me, and the pub."

"I don't know about that, Christina." I say to her, speaking through the phone.

Christina has been bothering me to go to the new club that's across town. It's called Grinders. I think the name is pretty ironic given how almost anyone that goes there will most likely grind on someone or someone would grind on them. It would be accurate to say both, though.

Every time Chris changes the topic of conversation to going there, I immediately say no. We're both in our third year of college and all she likes to do is go out and party, while I on the other hand stay in my apartment and study for tests and exams so that I can pass. Even if there's nothing for me to really study for, I'd rather be by myself watching a movie, working out, or reading a book rather than going out. It's just not my scene--not my style.

All of the loud music, sweaty and drunken bodies, and alcohol. No. I'd rather not deal with that. But, I am not 'naïve' or 'innocent' as people say I am. Believe me, I've had my fair share of the party life. I've gotten drunk before, or should I say wasted, and I've had sex before. It's not like it was good or anything, but what would I know? I don't even have a sex life. I've held off on having a boyfriend for past three years so I could focus more on my studies. So that means no boyfriend--no sex. Sure, I could go to a bar and try to hook a guy, but I'm not doing that. I refuse to.

"But T," Chris whines, using the nickname she gave me when we were eight. That was thirteen years ago. "you have to come. Please. Do this one thing for me and I swear that..." she pauses for a moment, probably contemplating on what to put out on the table for the deal. "I swear that I'll buy you tickets to a NASCAR race." she finally says.

I'm shocked, almost speechless. Tickets to NASCAR races cost quite a bit of money. I've been wanting to go to one for years now, and Christina knows how much I've been wanting to go to one. The last one I went to was when I was seven. I was with my dad, it was just him and I since my mom wasn't into cars and neither was Caleb. When he told me that he bought the two of us tickets, I was ecstatic. Now that I got this chance, or so I hope if Chris goes through with it, I'll be able to finally go again.

"Fine, I'll go. But only if you buy the tickets." I say, making my voice sound harder so she knows I'm not joking around with this.

"I know how much this means to you and I promise you that I'll buy you a ticket. Now, start getting ready. We're leaving at eight and meeting up there at about eight thirty." she says.

I nod even though she can't see me. "Okay, good deal. See you soon." I respond to her, then end the call.

This should be fun. Note the sarcasm.

Sighing, I drop down on to my bed and plug my phone into its charger seeing as it only has twenty eight percent left. All I have to do is shower and get ready since it's already six thirty. I don't really take a exceedingly long amount of time like most girls. When I'm finished it will probably be around seven ten or so.

As I walk into the bathroom I start to think about what kind of events tonight will bring. Will I get drunk off my ass? Will I become Christina's babysitter? Will we drink but not become completely drunk? There's no real answer to all these questions when you're in the present and your plans are for the future. I sigh as the hot, warm water runs down my back. Cascading downwards like a waterfall.