Vodka Over Love

{02} Miss Me Now

                 

"What's that face for?" I looked up just in time to catch a package of Ramen as it flew towards my face.

I barley caught it and glared at my roommate as she innocently turned back to our grocery list, "Do you always have to be a dick, or do you just choose to?"

Sid Smirked, "You know it's your fault I have a screw loose in the sweet and innocent department, you're who fell on my head in Pre-K."

I rolled my eyes, adding the cheap and easy to make noodles to the cart, "I didn't fall on your god damn head, for the million and tenth time, I jumped off of the swing set and broke your arm when I accidently landed on you."

"Yeah but my head bounced off the ground." She pointed out.

"Don't blame me for you having a fault in your code." I laughed, slapping her arm.

She yelped looking at me with light blue eyes, "Stop, you know I bruise like a peach."

S, always able to dish it out but not take it- I picked up the Twinkies she added to the cart and put them back on the shelf, "We're not getting fat, so we're not going to keep junk food in the room, and that's the last time I'm going to say it."

"Stop being such a fun sucker and tell me why you have fret eyes."

"I don't have fret eyes"

She shook her head, "B , I've known you since we were just sperm cells in our fathers scrotums and I know when you are fretting."

I sighed, looking back down at my Iphone, Jessie's last message still lingering in my head and on my screen. "Jessie says he needs to talk to me. He wants me to come home tonight."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "But it's the last day before winter break."

"No shit shurlock, but what if it's something serious?"

She laughed, "It's Jessie, the kid worships you, if you're worried about him wanting to break up or something I think you're sorely mistaken- He probably failed a class and is scared to tell you or something dumb."

"He goes to the easiest college in the state, I don't think it'd be that."

Sid pursed her thin lips together, "Yeah but have you met Jessie? College isn't for some people, and I'm a true believer that he's one of those people. You on the other hand go to a very pretentious liberal arts college and have done nothing but soar since you got out of high school."

My mouth twisted, "What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged, "You weren't anything but a outcast in high school, no one understood the tattoo obsession or the metal music, no one bothered to get to know you, you just existed until you came here, and now everyone is infatuated with the person you are; you're a forbidden fruit. Girls envy your ability to dye your hair bright colors and still look good, and guys drool over the fishnets."

"Jessie noticed me, I wasn't just another face to him." I warned her.

She stopped pushing the cart as we got to the liquor isle, "Yeah, but that's why you fell so hard for him, he was the football star, and Homecoming King. He saw you for who you were even though he came from a world of popularity and you stopped caring about even trying to branch out, you let him love you for you and you got comfortable in your high school name- but you're in college now and things are different, people aspire to be more like you, and people like Jessie? Well, they generally look back on high school as their golden days."

"Jessie isn't like that." I whispered, watching as she slid a bottle of vodka in a backpack we had also put in the cart.

She looked over at me, eyes sad, "I'm not trying to upset you, I'm just saying- College isn't for everyone, and not everyone does as well as you and I are."