Heather
The urge of stretching my arm out as she slowly walks in front of me. My eyes transfixed on her miniskirt. Such wardrobe choices should be a sin, though I thank God every day for it. Her blonde hair shimmering in the sun like that of your twenty-year-old something neighbor sunbathing on top of her lawn chair in her bikini, while her mother is too busy vacuuming as if the carpets were entangled in some sort of life and death situation. There is a small tattoo on her neck resembling a small chain and a key, wondering what kind of secrets that may unlock. She has these stupid knee socks on, white in color, though the white is losing a battle with the dinge that has come and crashed the party. My eyes lose focus and gaze off into the far distance as I see two school children what appears to be smoking weed and blowing it into each other mouths. I hear the crackling of what seems to be kids' voices, though not carrying enough wind, so I can only make out a few words like "pervert", and "just grope her already". I hurriedly scamper back to the main entrance of the school and nervously slam shut my dorm door behind me. With my heart racing, I quickly pull out a fresh cigarette, and with a few attempts to get my cheap one dollar and nineteen cents lighter to work, I inhale a big drag and exhale. I repeat step one and step two for a few more minutes and finally lay prostrate on the floor. With the sudden longing of thirst comes over me, I turn over to my so called six pack abs and open my mini fridge. I examine the contents inside just as long as it takes for someone to print their name on top of a test right before the professor says you may begin. Though, the only thing is I am not getting any points for it. I notice I have a half drunk container of orange juice, two bottles of water, the cheap kind, a pitcher of some powdery drink, which probably contains too much sugar and too much powder, and a little of whiskey of the good shit. Being the responsible young student that I am, I take a swig of whiskey to get the cigarette taste out of my mouth, followed by more swigs, though at this point, you might as well call them gulps, and pass out on the floor with the mini fridge door open.
I awoke a little while later to the annoying florescent lights of my mini fridge staring directly in my face. I used a pair of jeans that I found lying around and used the hem to wipe away the drool that had formed around the corner of my mouth. I stare at the bright red lights on my alarm clock indicating that I have class in a few minutes. From my mouth, I still taste the whiskey and cigarette, though my mouth has tasted worse before. Quickly I change and race out my door to the classroom, but I decided to get coffee first before entering the class first. The wait in my cafeteria kills me, not literally of course, what the hell do I have to do to get some coffee. I swear I am addicted to this stuff like cheap street hookers are on a quickie behind a dumpster while the guy is waving a twenty dollar bill in her face. Finally, the line moves and I am getting closer to victory. I look up and there she is, the girl that I almost inappropriately touched, and thank God I didn't because that would've caused a scene, and the whole incident would've gone viral in like one point two seconds. The way she nonchalantly played with the strand of her blond hair and poured her cup of coffee, almost made me quiver in my pants. I was right behind her and knew that this was my one shot of saying something to her before I self-label myself a giant tool of monkey crap that ever walked the planet. She turned around and we made eye contact, and I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. I cleared my throat and looked at her, "That's a good cup of coffee you got there." She smiled; I guess to be nice and walked away and out of my sight. While the people behind me were laughing their asses off, and giving me shit for being such a pussy to talking to a girl. I felt like a grade a dumbass for what I said and wished that I had a rewind button handy in my pocket. I poured my coffee while cursing at myself; the kids behind me still poking fun at my misery, and sped walked out of the café and didn't look back. I convinced some acne prone kid, who looked like a pedophile, to be honest, to give me two cigarettes for one dollar, and who could pass up that deal. I put the cancer stick in between my two lips and borrowed his lighter, of course, and lit up and inhaled as hard as I could. I found a wooden bench on the grass near an oak tree and decided to park my ass there for a few minutes and enjoy utter and complete silence like a total loser. I inhaled again and saw the girl walking towards me. I thought I was having a stroke, considering my meals today have included chugging whiskey and smoking like a fiend. She sat down next me with the cup of coffee in her hand, as a constant reminder of why you should never take tips from me when it comes to picking up women. "So, that before wasn't me let's just get that out of the way. I don't know who that was, but I am a lot smoother than whoever that was." She again smiled and put her coffee down on the bench. She took out a cigarette and lit it with such purpose and let out a beautiful white puff of smoke that just filled the air and touched the clouds. "I'm Heather, she said "and that my friend was a sad attempt if you were trying to hit on me back there." I sat there and stared at her, with enough validity where if this was the south and if I were a black kid I would've been thrown in jail or something. "Well, aren't you going to say something, or are you thinking of another great one-liner to throw at me again." I coughed, and that was embarrassing because my cigarette fell out of my mouth and landed on the ground. I quickly picked it up and nervously took another drag and ashed it out and flicked up in the air. "Want to see my dorm room?"
