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Chapter1
Maci
August 2015
I anticipatedthe long line that stretched out of the only Dairy Queen in Bowling Green, Ohio. The semester started tomorrow, and everyone was looking for that last taste of summer.
“Who told the freshmen about Myles Dairy Queen?” My best friend and roommate, Katie, scrolled through her Instagram feed and sent a look of disgust to everyone around us. “Why can’t they go to Sundae Station like the rest of the clueless BG population? They shouldn’t know this secret yet.”
“It only takes one veteran hookup!” I laughed and crossed my arms, equally annoyed with the long line.
Everyone who had experience on Bowling Green State University’s campus knew that Myles gave out almost double the portions for a DQ Blizzard. They always served an extra amount in the lid of the cup, and it felt like you were getting two Blizzards for the price of one. No one understood why this location chose to do this, but no one would dare ask.
“Did Tyler move in yet?” I asked. I knew that she was lightly stalking her hookup from last year.
“Sure looks like it.” She smiled, and I heard the giddiness in her voice. “He’s at The Edge, across from Falcon’s Point.”
The Edge and Falcon’s Point were famous for off-campus housing. Each property offered a gym, a pool, a hot tub, and a shuttle that went back and forth to campus.
This year would be a whole different ball game. Since we were juniors, we didn’t have to live in the dorms on campus. It was our first year living off-campus in our own apartment. Katie and I got a two-bedroom apartment off Court Street, only a block from the bars. It was the perfect location.
We finally made it inside Myles Dairy Queen. I witnessed another employee slip their hands into a pair of rubber gloves, and the line picked up.
“What are you getting?” I asked Katie while I scanned the menu to see if they had my go-to. Their summer flavors were still out and wouldn’t be back until next year. I had to get one last Cotton Candy Blizzard.
“Probably my usual Oreo Blizzard.” She slipped her phone into her back pocket and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She bumped her hip with mine and nodded toward the front of the line. “That guy keeps staring at you.”
Instinctively, I looked behind me. I learned from past embarrassments that most of the time, it wasn’t me that someone was staring at. In this case, I was right again. Behind me stood a beautiful blonde with her hair pulled back into a French braid. She wore a hot pink tank top and white jeans shorts. Her toenails were painted bright red, and the acrylics typing away on her iPhone matched perfectly.
I wore a BGSU T-shirt, jeans shorts, and Under Armour slides. My dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun. It wasn’t a question of who was getting the cute guy’s attention here, but I still gave Katie a playful giggle to entertain her idea.
“Does he fit your criteria?” she asked.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s much more than physical, Katie. Not everyone can just dip in and dip out.”
“Like a packet of Fun Dip, huh?” Katie and I laughed at her clever comparison.
Last night after we had officially moved in, I told Katie over our favorite bottle of Moscato that I wanted a hookup this year. Someone I could text after going out to the bars and just know they would be available.
I didn’t want a relationship. I just wanted sex.
However, my track record with guys didn’t present the most robust case. I had a few relationships here and there, including the typical high school boyfriend I thought I would be with forever. But once I left for college, everything changed. I wanted to have a hookup with someone on campus, not with someone back home who was an easy option when I was on break. I wanted someone new that came with a clean slate.
But since I wasn’t well versed in hooking up, I needed to tap into a much more positive inner dialogue. College students do it all the time. There was no reason I couldn’t be one of them.
While Katie and I stood in a ridiculously long line for ice cream, beds were probably being shared all over campus.
It was finally our turn to order. The girl behind the register couldn’t have been older than sixteen. Her face was utterly transparent, letting everyone in line know that this was the last place she wanted to be on a Saturday afternoon.
“Can I help you?” she said and went through the motions.
Katie went first and ordered her Oreo Blizzard. She swiped her debit card and moved down the line so I could go next. I received an equally uplifting expression from the girl at the register before I delivered my order.
“I’ll have a small Cotton Candy Blizzard, please,” I said cheerfully. I could already taste those little popping candies on my tongue.
“We just ran out of the candies for the Blizzard.” The register girl sighed as if she had delivered that answer for hours.
“Seriously?” I whined. She nodded, completely unaffected by my misery. “Who got the last one?”
