Silk || hs

Freakum Dress

It is now Friday, and I am proud to say that my two weeks of moping around are now over. I have decided that I am going to go out tonight, regardless of what my roommates plan to do, simply because I can. I don't mean to be that person who goes crazy in college, but your homegirl needs to get belligerently and stupidly drunk tonight. Given my experience the other weekend, I acknowledge this to be an idiotic plan, but I'm hoping that I will be able to convince someone to go with me who will make sure that I won't get into any trouble. That makes it less stupid, right?

I text my roommates as I walk into history class on Friday and ask them what their plans are for the evening. As I enter the room, I catch a glimpse of Harry standing by the door and I feel my chest tighten just a little bit. Fuck off, feelings. You're unwanted in this bitch.

Ignoring Harry just as successfully as he ignores me, I take a seat next to John in the back of the room and take out my notebook for class. Maybe this time, I can actually pay attention. In general, I manage to get most of the notes for the day with little distraction, save for one. At some point during the class, all three of my roommates text me back telling me that they will be going to the fraternities again tonight. Obviously, that is not going to be an option for me, so I shrug it off and try to think of who would go to the bar with me to make sure that I don't die.

At that moment, John scoffs at something on his phone, and I am struck with the brilliant idea to ask him. I know I don't know him that well, but surely he'd be a good candidate since he seems to have a kind streak in him.

"Hey," I nudge him, and he looks up at me. "Do you want to go to a bar tonight?"

His eyes widen in shock and he takes several moments before responding rather excitedly that he would love to.

I flash a smile at him and pick up my pen again, "Alright, did you want to drink or are you good to drive? Either is fine, we can get an Uber if we have to."

He considers for a few moments before nodding to me, "I'm good to drive. I'm sick of all the Natty Light the upperclassmen make me drink, so it'll be nice to have a night off."

I laugh quietly, and he smiles back at me, "I'll pick you up at 10:45?"

"Sounds good," I tell him, and I refocus my attention on the ancient professor at the front who looks as if he's about one donut away from exploding. The rest of class drags on slowly, but before I know it, I am walking out of it with John next to me.

We are about to go our separate ways when he suddenly calls after me, "Hey, wait!" I turn around to face him and he continues, "Do you want to grab something to eat?"

"It's not even four yet," I laugh and his face falls. Dammit, these boys and their feelings will kill me one day. Slightly flustered, I come up with an entirely believable follow-up response that will make him much less embarrassed, "But I'm never not hungry, so sure."

John's face lights up as I accept his offer, and we head off in the direction of the nearest restaurant on campus: the incomparable and always glorious Chick-fil-A. Our conversations are pleasant and light, which comes as a huge relief to me seeing as how I've been dealing with my own shit all week and it's just nice to talk to someone about normal things like chicken nuggets.

During this time with John, I begin to realize just how enjoyable he is to be around. He's kind and funny, and not too hard on the eyes either. I would say that his only noticeable flaw at this point is that he takes some things too personally for my taste. I mean, I am emotionally stunted, so I guess that maybe his way is the healthy way of interpreting things, but I really don't know.

Our conversation shifts to the topic of school work, and I am suddenly reminded of just how much I have to catch up on. I genuinely should stay in and do my homework tonight, but I really just don't feel like it. I need to let loose just this once and then I can work on all the papers that I have put off.