What Happens In Vegas Doesn't Stay In Vegas

Conspiracy

I am 10 minutes early for my class. I left my bag in the classroom and gone to the next room next to mine. It was Rach’s 2nd class. Good thing she was there. She was sitting on a chair and caught me in the eye.

She left her chair and ran towards me.

“How are you? Are you okay? What did he do to you? Something wrong? How was it? Where do you live now?” She was bombarding me with questions. I was about to answer it one by one when the bell rang. It time for class to start. We head on our respective classes.

Well my class was uneventful except for passing my plans to our professor and the dudes that was just behind me talking about Caleb and his mystery wife. Oh gods, that was us. Where the hell did they heard about that.

They were daydreaming about what I might look like.

“Big boobs? Sexy? Curvy? Short hair? Long hair? Girly? Beautiful? Cheerleader? Geek?” said dude #1. Dude # 2 was just saying ‘Hmm.’

They were stating many things about the mystery girl. I rolled my eyes, I was about to answer the statement, good thing the bell rang. Oh dear god thank you.

I walked towards the door to go out of the classroom. I was startled when someone pulled me from the side.

“Now answer every question I asked you earlier.” It was Rachel.

“Let’s go to the Cafeteria while I answer some of your question.” I linked my arms with her. “Well to answer the question ‘How are you?’ and ‘Are you okay?’ I am very much fine and very okay. ‘What did he do to you?’ He made me live with him, sleep with him, kiss him and I was his own personal entertainment. ‘Something wrong?’ He’s mind is very wrong. ‘How was it?’ what was it about? And lastly the ‘Where do you live now?’ uhm, you know the silvery, luxurious building 5 blocks away from the university?”

“Yes?” Her eyes widened.

“That one. It has pin numbers for locks. And Rach, I really need an endearment by the end of the day.”

“Oh my god. You are so lucky. And why do you want an endearment for?” She was a little confused.

“I’m not lucky. He tortures me about everything.” We were now in the cafeteria and finding seats. The only available seat was the one near the exit. Rachel practically drag me through that table.

“What torture? Tell them.” Rachel was very excited about this.

“Well, you know I really, really, really hate him. He made me kiss him goodnight and goodbye last night and when I got out of the apartment a while ago. He tortured me into cuddling every night. We took a bath…”

“Hey babe. I brought you your lunch.” Somebody sat next to me and it was Caleb. I moved my head to his position and he gently brushed his lips through mine. He smiled as soon as our lips were separated. I could see in my peripheral view that Rachel was very startled at what had happened.

“Sweetheart, stop calling me babe. And you shouldn’t have brought me lunch.”

“No to sweetheart, babe. I call my bitches sweetheart. And nonsense I’m your husband and I really don’t want you to starve.”

“Shhhh on the husband thing.”

“So you are ashamed on being with me? Hey, I have an idea.” He dragged me in the middle of the cafeteria. “Hey guys this is Eyre Torres, MY WIFE.” He did his emphasis on the ‘wife’. I was hiding behind my hair while he was doing this. I really want to disappear or die or something extravagant that I shouldn’t be here.

“I’m telling you, if you do something to her that might hurt her or made her cry or upset her or if you lay a hand on her, I swear to gods, you’ll be crossing the river Styx. So yeah, Eyre Torres Waters. My wife.” Oh god. Will someone please tell me I was only dreaming? He pulled me in closer to him, wrapped his left arms around my waist, held my chin and planted a kiss on me.

Dear lord, what is happening? What is this guy thinking? I broke the kiss and left him there. I went straight to the table where Rach and I was sitting after this whole thing happened.

“CONSPIRACY!!! Rach, bury me. Kill me. Shoot me. I don’t care, as long as it gets me out of here.” I pleaded to Rachel. People are congratulating Caleb nearby. “Uhhg, I hate him. Please shoot me or better yet, shoot him.”

“I think it kind of sweet having you introduced like that.” Rach had a glisten in her eyes.

“You call that introduction? It was more like a threat than an introduction.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“Hey babe.”

“Don’t talk to me. I’m eating my lunch and I’m pissed at you.” I grabbed the paper bag Caleb handed me earlier.

“Hey I’m sorry.” He was looking at me intently and there was no amusement or that stupid smirk on his face.

“The damage has been done. Leave me alone for a while. I don’t want to see you.” He left me with Rach scolding me for doing that to Caleb.

“Oh Please Rach, I really hate him. You knew that. And he treats my life as some kind of entertainment of his. All he does is torture me.”

The talk had gone forever. She said a lot to me of giving him a chance or something, that maybe he just wanted to be friends with me in spite of all the things and arguments and pranks we did to each other.