The Last Girl on Campus

Chapter 11

There were still a few hours until it got dark, and I was alone on campus with this dreamy guy. He was in my room and I wanted to impress him. I put on some music, took out a box of pasta and some sausage, then got to work.

"This will be delicious, trust me. My roommate Kayla is an aspiring chef," I said to Hunter, who was sitting at the table behind me.

"But you're not the chef, though."

"I was taught how to make this by a chef."

"Aspiring chef, though."

I sighed. Hunter let out one of his deep, husky laughs. "Hey, you get to sit there and get free food. I'm sure you've been living off ramen."

He raised his fist in the air. "Ramen for the win!"

I rolled my eyes and started placing my sausages in the pan of oil. Hunter started telling me his story of airport troubles. It was pretty similar to mine, only he was attempting to leave on Saturday, since RA's always had to leave last. He didn't even bother going to the airport. He just called all the airlines and gave up after the first three had nothing available. I started simultaneously boiling a pot of water and cooking my pasta, then adding all of the seasonings to my smoky sausage. My ears were hearing mumbles at this point. I normally didn't zone out unless I was in the middle of making a to-do list or watching a documentary about marine life, but now, cooking of all things, I found myself unable to hear because I was so focused.

"Don't you agree?" Hunter said.

"Uh, yeah. Screw those guys!" I said, heading towards the fridge.

Hunter sighed. "Literally, every lacrosse player thinks their God or something. It's just lacrosse. If we actually had a football team I'd almost get it...but not for some dumb shit like lacrosse."

I poured some sauce into a bowl and placed it in the microwave. "Wasn't there a petition going around last year to get a football team? Our whole sorority signed it."

"Nah...wait, you're a sorority girl?"

I motioned to all the purple and orange in our apartment. "Hello? Don't you see it?"

"I just thought you guys like purple and orange or something." I pointed to the Greek letters above the couch. "Yeah, I was wondering why the word 'hat' was above your couch. So how many of you guys are Hatters?"

"All four of us."

Hunter sighed. "I'll never understand Greek life. Was the price of paying thousands of dollars for friends worth it?"

"It's not 'paying for friends.'"

"But you did pay a bunch of money and make friends. Tell me, do you have any friends that aren't Hatters?"

I looked at the floor for a second. "No."

"That sausage smells amazing."

I went back over to the stove with the bowl of warm sauce and started mixing everything together. "You know, sororities are very different from the stereotypes they show in movies."

"Doesn't really seem like it, but sure, if you say so."

He took out his phone and started typing. I grabbed two plastic forks and two paper plates, put decent size portions on them, and placed the skillet and pot in the sink to soak before putting the plate down in front of him. The steam was still rising out of it. Hunter looked like he was about to start salivating.