Grayson
Three P.M is my least favourite part of the day.
If you're a college student, you hit the library. Everyone's either asleep, eating, or studying. There's no excitement in this time of the day. Not even one bit. I personally choose this time to catch a smoke behind the biology department, because that's when class ends. Everyone rushes out to run to their little cliques and kiss the 'boo' and run to their little segregated study space. I personally hang around the back, waiting for Lyanne to come around and tell me when and where the next party will be. If Lyanne doesn't show up, Tiger always does, and he knows exactly where everything happens. Frat boys aren't all that cute around here, but Tiger is something else. The moment he started dating Lyanne, though, I decided to back off. I, Grayson Stone, am many things but never have I ever been or will be a home wrecker to close friends. Even if Tiger and Lyanne's home is already pretty wrecked.
Basically, it goes something like this. Lyanne and Tiger invite me and our other friends to some frat party around campus or off campus, we get to the party, I put on my drunk girl act and Lyanne joins me. Then, Lyanne finds a hot guy from up north, hooks up with him in the bathroom, then yells out screaming three minutes later when Tiger goes up knocking the door as hard as I usually want to be banged. Lyanne then proceeds to bribe Tiger with an acceptable one night stand to call it even, and this just keeps happening. I don't know why they can't just call it an open relationship.
Anyway, so I'm standing here with my pack of Marlboros, exhaling smoke into the cold of March when I see Lyanne approaching from afar. Another girl is walking alongside Lyanne and I notice her thighs before I notice anything else about her- thick and tanned. I smirk and nod towards Lyanne and she rolls her eyes at me, knowing full well what I'm thinking.
"Gray, this is Joy," she apathetically introduces her to me, knowing full well what I'm thinking when I eye the girl up and down.
"Damn right she is," I scoff, taking another inhale out of my cigarette. The girl looks lost. Up close, she's even prettier, with long black hair and brown eyes. My guess is Latina. Don't get me wrong, I swing both ways, but I always like some girl who will never call me the day after. Ever since I hit 18, I've been humping everything in sight, and I mostly blame the hormones. In high school, I was that quiet, reserved girl with the shy smile and the innocent eyes. Poofy brown hair and sky blue eyes which had to be covered by my glasses and teeth stuck in steel tongs that resulted in a very straight smile. Yes, my smile was very much straight, even though I was not.
"Nice to meet you," I breathe, pretending to be genuinely amazed by her beauty as I slightly lean in, extending my hand and running it along her forearm before shaking her hand. Her eyes widen in surprise and intrigue. She seems straight. I like that. Well, I'd like to change that.
"So," Lyanne interrupts, already fed up with my need to flirt.
"There's gonna be a party at Joy's boyfriend's house tonight," she emphazises on the word 'boyfriend' as if it's supposed to faze me. Her stare does not leave my eyes and I nod sarcastically. Boyfriend or not, I was going to get some Joy tonight.
"Am I invited?" I ask her, doing my best impression of my raspy voice. My voice already sounds slightly breathless and calm at the same time, but when I'm trying to flirt, I usually go for one of the two. This girl seemed like she could use some shared air.
"I mean, sure," she side glances at Lyanne, obviously confused. I tend to have that effect on people. Self absorbed, you say? Yes, very much so.
"I'll be there," I wink at her, then walk past Lyanne after smacking her butt slightly. I can feel her fists clench by her sides as I walk away, laughing to myself. Taking people seriously is super hard these days.
