Perfect Doesn't Last Forever

Chapter Three

Perfect Doesn't Last Forever- Chapter 3

            The rest of the week dragged on.  I went to class and saw Noah for short periods of time, but otherwise, I spent most of my time catching up with my classes.  Ella would come over after her classes and we would study together.  I’d caught up in biology class and my political science class, but I still wasn’t ready for my psychology midterm or my calculus midterm.  I was beginning to become overwhelmed by the close proximity of my midterms, but my short coffee dates with Noah kept me a little bit sane. 

             Studying was something I used to love to do.  It was something that didn’t create stress and it was never hard for me to do, but now I wished I could do something else.  I’d been studying with Noah and some of our friends who were in our psychology class for over four hours and I still felt like I knew nothing compared to the rest of them.  Our midterm was in three days and I didn’t even know half of the material that was going to be tested.  Just as we were clocking in our fifth hour everyone decided to turn in. 

            “I’m starved,” Henry complained as everyone packed up their stuff.  “We should all go out for dinner.”

            “That sounds amazing,” Noah agreed, hauling my stuff over to his side of the room.  “I’ll swipe you in Britt,” he said as everyone started filing out of his room and into the hallway. 

            I thanked him and joined the rest of them to the dining hall, discussing what type of questions we thought our professor would ask on the test.  I didn’t really know much about what they were saying, but they helped me understand all throughout dinner.  They were all so patient with me and I was really starting to bond with Henry and Maya, both who lived in the same hall as Noah.  As we finished up our dinner, I felt my phone vibrate so I excused myself to a quieter corner of the dining hall to answer. 

            “Brittany?” my mom said over the line.  “Where are you?”

            “I told you mom,” I sighed, leaning against a wall.  “I’m studying with some people in my psychology class for the midterm I have on Tuesday.”

            “Well, your dad and I didn’t think you would be out for so long.”

            “Mom.  I’m eighteen years old.”

            “I understand that, but a heads up would have been nice.”

            “Sorry.  I’ll be home later.  Or I might sleep on a spare bed tonight and come back tomorrow.  I really need to study for this test mom.”

            “Okay darling,” she sighed, her voice full of frustration. 

            “Bye mom,” I said before hanging up and rejoining everyone.  It was so annoying that my parents were treating me like a child.  I was an adult and I can take care of myself.  I already take care of someone else.  Besides, it’s not like I was out shopping with Ella again or something, I was studying.  I was being a responsible student. 

            “So the frat I’m rushing right now is having a party tonight,” Evan said, taking the last sips of his drink.  “You guys should all come; I’m manning the door so you guys will be okay.” 

            “That sounds great,” Noah said, slinging his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to him, as everyone else agreed excitedly.  Saturday night fraternity parties were usually restricted to twenty-one and up students because they served alcohol, unlike the Friday parties that were alcohol free.  Well, technically none of the fraternities were allowed to have parties that served alcohol due to a school policy, so Saturday nights at fraternities were just nights of loud music with a bunch of people hanging out and drinking; an unofficial party.