Mean Girls Missing

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March 16

1:57 am

Stephanie

"Whoo!"

I rolled onto my back and shared a smile with my boyfriend.

"That was good," he replied. He took a few heavy breaths. Sweat glistened over his strong, defined shoulders. He leaned over to kiss me. "Can we do that again?"

I reached onto the nightstand and checked my phone. Only a few minutes before two. "I wish. I'd better go find Sam and get back home."

Carlos puffed his lower lip. "At least five minutes?" he pouted.

Five minutes in the bed with Carlos always turned into a thirty minute endeavor, at least. The boy had stamina. It made sense since he spent five days a week in the gym and played on college baseball and football teams. Besides, all the drinks had settled and I was sleepy.

"Call me tomorrow." I strode over to the clothes laid out on the patchy arm chair. I made sure to keep them all in the same spot so I wouldn't have to search. As I pulled my dress over my head, Carlos ducked under the bed to find his boxers. "Check the pillows, babe."

He lifted up the pillows. Lo and behold his maroon American Eagle boxers laid near the headrest. He saluted to me. "Thanks, Stephie. What would I do without you?"

I draped my fur scarf over my shoulders. "Run around naked," I made sure he saw me give him a once-over. "But maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Carlos stuck his tongue out. I plopped on the bed to fasten my high heels back on. He finished buttoning his jeans. Offering me his hand, we exited the random bedroom and headed back down to the party.

Beers were spilling out of red solo cups from drunk dancers. We maneuvered around the girls puking in vases, boys throwing ping pong balls over tables, and the mom friends who stood in the corner watching their besties make horrible decisions. As we neared the patio, the scent distinctly changed from a sour yeasty brew-vomit combination to the sickly sweet smell of burning joints and bongs being hit.

In the corner near the storage sheds, I found Samantha. Across from her, Austin. His face did not seem happy. No doubt they were having another argument. I was had to question what it was about this time.

Carlos beamed at me as we stepped closer to them. My relationship was nothing like theirs. It was healthy, happy for the most part, and we barely fought at all. Sammi and her boy toy never seemed to find common ground on anything. They had little communication and no boundaries. I watched her hands fly around while she talked. I couldn't make out exactly what she was saying but it was clear that she was yelling at him.

"Hey bro," Carlos eased gently in the middle of their heated discussion. He smiled at the two of them. "Sammi. What's goin' on?"

Austin was very pleased to have a break from whatever was happening. Sammi folded her arms across her chest. She was irritated.

"Nothing much, brother." Austin and Carlos gave each other a strange hand slap. "I think I saw one of my teammates lighting up over there. I'm going see if I can take a rip, okay?" he asked Sammi.

Her eyes narrowed. "This conversation..." she gestured between the two of them. "isn't over. I'm calling you when I get home and you better pick up your phone." Austin didn't respond, unless you call turning your back and walking away a proper response. She rolled her eyes and turned to face me. "Whatever. You ready?"

I gave Carlos a long, juicy kiss before waving my goodbyes. We headed back towards the house. The only way to get back to our home was to waltz back through the fraternity hall. Sammi was obviously still fuming but I decided it would be better to ask about him once I would be able to hear her answer.