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“Well, your you-know-what isn’t going to fall out,” Brooklyn snapped and pursed her lips at me as she stood to hug Stuart. “Not right now anyway. Give it a few years and it might, but not right now.”
Brooklyn was on her way to becoming an RN and had taken all kinds of medical classes. I wanted to know more about this notion that in a few years my you-know-what might fall out, but then decided I didn’t.
She was one of the few people that read Amanda’s blog and came up to me and asked if I was ok? Just like that. Ever since, we’d been best friends and she’d been so good to me. At times, a little too good.
“On the other hand, you might find that Miss Fucks-a-Lot’s you-know-what falls out a lot sooner. All that fucking around in libraries and science labs. Girl’s nasty.” Brooklyn’s dark brown eyes rolled, and she sat back down. “There’s plenty of guys on this campus and you still have time, Nic, don’t play into her hands like that.”
“Guys like who?” I demanded to know. “And if you tell me Trent Waters, again, I’ll disown you as my BFF.”
Trent was, how to put it nicely… a nerd. The pocket-protector having, white button-up shirt, loafer-wearing, with slick-backed hair, kind of nerd. He even had the thick-lens glasses with thick black rims to prove it. Hardcore nerd, and proud of it. He was also, 6’5” and super-slim. Tall and that’s about all.
Poor guy was not my type, in a serious way. Although at this point, I didn’t have a type. Not really. Can you have a type when you’re still a virgin?
My newly-found confidence fled with the kind of speed I’d only seen from a student on the verge of failing and late for a test as they rushed for their building. I felt it leave me as my body sank down into the stairs, my shoulders slumped, and my head tilted over to the side. Fuck, I’m a sad case.
“Girl, you better stop that right now!” Brooklyn hissed around Stuart’s head, which was now nuzzled into her neck as he tried to make out with her on the steps.
Brooklyn was my roommate, not just my BFF. We’d also met that second year of school, and we’d become fast friends. She was my rock through all of this and was probably the reason I’d developed a need for revenge that wasn’t quite on the level of Carrie but did reach somewhere around the total humiliation without all the fire, death, and mayhem level.
“I can’t help it!” I complained with my hands over my head as if to hide me from the world. “She gets to me and she knows she does!”
“That’s because you let her!” Brooklyn shot back. “Ignore that bitch, Nic, and go find a damn man!”
“Where, Brooklyn? It’s not like all of us just have a man fall into our laps the first semester of school!” I glared at her boyfriend, a rather handsome, if poetic, type of guy with longish blond hair that was always shaggy and in his hazel eyes. He was… swoon-worthy in that romantic sort of way. I could totally see him in some late twentieth-century clothes with one of those lacy cravat things at his neck.
But he was Brooklyn’s boyfriend, so to me, he was more like a brother than anything. An annoying brother, at that.
“Fuck, Stuart, can you get your head out of her neck for five minutes?” I blurted and looked away. I could tell I was frowning now but didn’t care if it gave me wrinkles. I only had a couple of weeks left before finals, and then we were free of this place.
I had to find a way to lose my v-card.
That had been my plan when I first got to the university. I didn’t have to be the dorky girl that loved reading and making realistic looking houses out of cardboard scraps. I could be the girl that had it together, knew what she wanted, and got any man she wanted. Within reason, of course. I wasn’t super-model material, after all.
“Let’s make a list.” Brooklyn pushed Stuart off her body and dug around in her book bag. She pulled out a green notepad and opened it to reveal clean white paper with blue lines. “Okay, who’s first?”
“Huh?” Stuart asked, dazed now that he was disconnected from his one true love. I wish someone would look at me like that.
“We’re making a list of men that Nic could hook up with. Who do you know that’s single and up for the job?” She smiled at him and the dazed look melted into something sappy I didn’t want to look at.
I hope by the ‘up for the job’ comment, she meant someone not so bad-looking and able to at least give me some kind of pleasure out of it.
