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I don't know how long we spent in the green both, in the furthest corner of the crowded Irish pub across the street from the campus. I do know however that per Chelsea's recommendation, I was quite fond of Voka Cranberries.
"These are so good." I announced feeling the warmth of the alcohol in my insides, and a slight fuzziness in my head.
In the few months that I'd been of legal drinking age I could confidently count on one hand the number of times I'd consumed alcohol, never trying anything that I'd found appealing.
"I like them." Chelsea said with a smile, still only on her second while I was sucking for the last few droplets in my cup of ice.
"I like Vodka Sodas." Bianca announced, even though no one had asked, "They're only ninety calories."
Chelsea looked down, her brow furrowed.
"Let's not talk about calories." I said, sensing that it was a sore spot for her, "That can be triggering."
"Have you ever had an eating disorder?" Bianca asked.
"No, thankfully." I answered, "My step sister does though. So I understand that certain things make her uncomfortable."
Glancing across the table at me, Chelsea offered me a small appreciative smile.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Bianca asked.
"What classes do you guys have tomorrow?" I suggested.
"Math," Bianca sighed, "And woman's studies."
"What is the point of women's studies?" Lily demanded, "I feel like it's just a bunch of Buzzfeed feminists dying their armpit hair, free bleeding everywhere and discussing new ways to masturbate."
"What?" I laughed.
"It's either that or a room full of guys so dumb that they have to take a college course on how to find the clit."
"Jesus!" Bianca cried, spewing her drink across the table then apologizing profusely.
Smirking Chelsea poked at her drink with her straw, "I only have one class tomorrow, Government."
"Me too!" I gasped, "With Professor Monroe?"
"Yes!" Chelsea answered excitedly, "We should sit together, I hate not knowing anyone in a lecture hall."
"Deal!" I agreed, "That's my only class that day too!"
"I have music theory," Lily announced, "anatomy, biology and nutrition."
"Do you have a death wish?" Bianca demanded.
Lily shrugged, "My parents want me to be a doctor."
"Are your parents in China?" Bianca pressed.
"No," Lily said slowly, "They're in Ohio."
"Oh," Bianca said, seeming surprised, "Are they from China?"
"No," Lily said even slower then before, "They're from Ohio."
"What do your parents do?" Bianca asked, "Are they Doctors?"
"My Dad owns a restaurant and my Mom owns a nail salon." Lily answered, "And just so you know they're white, I'm adopted."
Bianca blinked looking flabbergasted while Chelsea and I shared a smirk across the table.
"Who were you talking on the phone to then?" Bianca asked, "in Chinese?"
"My birth Mom," Lily replied, "I visit her once a year and she visits me once a year, we're pretty close, she just already had twins when she had me so she couldn't keep me."
"That's interesting." Bianca sighed, "I wish I was interesting, I'm pretty basic."
"You have a tube hanging out of your nose and your drinking vodka like water." Lily pointed out, "You're hardly basic."
"True." Bianca admitted.
As I opened my mouth to completely blow Bianca's small mind and tell her my Mom is Muslim but watches Joel Osteen, because according to her religion is just love, and love is love, a shot glass full of whipped cream was placed down in front of me.
"I didn't order this." I said looking up at the waitress.
"I know," she replied, "He ordered it for you."
She jerked her head towards the counter where a rather attractive guy with dark hair and stubble was watching me. When he realized that I'd noticed his presence, he smiled and waved.
"She doesn't want that." Chelsea said, snapping my attention back to the table.
"Yes I do." I argued.
"No," Chelsea sighed, "You don't, it's a blow job. Only a pervert gets a girl across the bar a blowjob. Besides, we have class in the morning, and I can tell you're at a good spot right now. I don't want you to get sick then be hung over."
"What's one more shot?" Bianca scoffed, "he's cute."
"He's old." Chelsea interjected, "And one more shot is the difference between enjoying yourself and barfing."
"Barfing is the best part." Bianca admitted.
Lily made a face.
"Want me to take it back?" The waitress asked.
I looked to Chelsea.
"It's up to you," she sighed, "I'm just trying to look out for what's best for you and I don't think that's it."
"Why do you care so much this is college," Bianca whined, "let her live."
"Because," Chelsea explained, "We're roommates and I've been drinking way longer then you guys, trust me, I know how this ends."
Turning to the waitress I handed her the shot, "I don't want this."
"Not a problem," she replied, "Anything else for you guys?"
"Just the check I think." Said Chelsea.
"Separate?"
"One."
"One?" Bianca demanded.
"You're not paying." I argued.
"I've got it." Chelsea insisted.
"We all had way more then you dude." Bianca said slowly, "You don't have to pay.
"I know I don't," Chelsea replied, pulling her debit card out of her purse, "I want to, I think we're going to have a good year."
Lily raises her water glass,
"To dorm room 513, and it's inhabitants, the Fantastic Four."
Chelsea and Bianca raised their half full glasses, and I raised my cup of melting cranberry flavored ice.
"To 513 and the Fantastic Four."
YOU ARE READING
The Revengers
Teen FictionAfter Amelia's Mom remarries, there's finally enough money for her to ditch her crappy job and transfer from the small community college to the large university in town, where the unspeakable and unexpected occurs. "You can't just go around killing...
