I Should Be Studying

01: I Shouldn't Be Partying

Word Count: 1,578

Evelyn's POV

"Hello?" I inquire as I answer the phone call from Colleen, biting down on the pen in my hand. The line remains quiet with the exception of a few voices in the background, distinctively Ashley and Brooklyn. "Colleen?"

"Girl, it is way to quiet. Please do not tell me you're studying on a Friday!" she jibes.

"No," I jitter. "I was... uh... I just came back from the grocery store."

"Evelyn."

"Fine," I sigh. "But what's wrong with it? It is school we're talking about."

"Oh, you silly newbie." she titters. "University is for weekdays! After 3.30, Friday becomes the weekend," she insists. "Especially today! This party is gonna be huge!"

"Oh fuck, Col, that's this Friday?" I gasp rolling on the bed to face the ceiling.

"We've been talking about it since last month, Ev! Don't tell me you forgot!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Evelyn," she protests. I can see her facial expression clearly; she's rolling her eyes, catching me in my lie.

"Colleen," I mock. "Why did you insist on having it the weekend before midterms!?"

"Stress reliever, my friend," she giggles. "We, the students, need a day of not giving a fuck! Fuck midterms, fuck studying, fuck responsibilities!"

"I wish I could, but-"

"Don't 'but' me," she interrupts. "Get your American ass over here!" She gasps and whispers into the microphone. "And guess who's coming? Darragh."

"And?"

"AND this is your chance to hook up!"

"Colleen!"

"I know you think he's cute," she says softly and even though we're on the phone, I can see her wink. "So I guess I'll see you in a bit," she says slyly, then does her signature sign off, blowing kisses through the phone.

I hear the end-tone of the phonecall, leaving me hanging.

"Fuck, Colleen," I grumble dialling back, and hold the phone back up to my ear, only to be sent to voicemail.

I slam the phone down on the bed and growl, closing my notebook. I turn to the digital clock on my nightstand as it reads 6:42.

My phone dings, receiving a text from Colleen reading 'Come as you are!'. How am I gonna go in an old sweatshirt and some pyjama pants? My phone dings again. 'Trust me' it reads as if she were reading my mind. I slide the shoes on my bedside on and grab my car keys

"Why did I give in?" I groan, closing the car door behind me as I begin to walk up the path to the doorway.

Trust me when I say Colleen's parents were wealthy. They moved to the US, Washington, two months ago, leaving their mansion to Colleen. Because she's not allowed to share what her parents work as, everyone suspects they're some kind of secret service. She never has to worry about paying bills since they pay for everything. So for the first time in two months, she's taking advantage of the freedom she has.

"Ev," she squeals, "I knew you would come!"

She runs to me in her 6-inch heels and tightly wraps her arms around me.

"Come on! Come inside hurry," she shouts, tugging on my arm.

The enormous wooden door is slammed shut behind me and I'm stood in front of a handful of people, in addition to Ashley and Brooklyn, setting up snacks and such. I wave awkwardly to everyone before she continues tugging me up the stairs.