Mel and I left the dorm room, locking up before we went towards the stairs. The halls were ridiculously crowded, and we had no hope of getting on the elevator with everyone moving in and those rolling bins taking up so much space. Mel wore leggings, making her already slim form look even thinner. Her torso was covered in a loose tank top, revealing her lacy bralette underneath.
She seemed nice enough, though. I hoped we’d get along fine as the year wore on.
We walked all around campus. She showed me the buildings and which doors on them to use for my classes, all while telling me a little about herself. She’d come from a small town a little over an hour away, and she only left campus when campus shut down for the holidays. She loved her family, she said, but they were overbearing, especially with what happened last year.
That begged the question: what happened last year?
“I got in some trouble with other students,” Mel answered once I asked, though I did tell her to feel free to ignore the question if it was too personal. “There was…an incident, and even though I was the victim, other students made me out to be the bad guy.”
That could literally describe countless of things, but I knew enough not to push her. By now, I was used to dealing with girls who kept secrets. Ash was the queen of secrets, and I let her be, knowing the truth might just be uglier than the lies. If Mel was going to be my new Ash, my temporary Ash, because I’d never let our friendship die even if we went to separate colleges hours apart, I’d let her keep her secrets, too.
“People are assholes,” I remarked, causing Mel to smile.
“Yep,” she said, letting out a sigh of agreement. “They totally are.”
The campus was mostly empty, save for a few other freshmen who were hurrying around with their families, trying to find their buildings or taking pictures near signs. Memories and all that shit. The air was warm, the sky clear. It was a nice day, and even though Ash wasn’t here with me, I was excited to start this new chapter in my life.
It was as we walked to the student union, where most of the food places were, that I asked, “So I take it you’re not big into partying?”
Mel’s demeanor turned sour a bit, and I could tell just by the quick look she gave me after I asked that she wasn’t. That, or whatever incident had happened with other students had happened at a party. Mel and parties did not mix. Okay, got it.
“It’s fine,” I said. “I was just trying to see if I could drag you out of the dorm room on Friday nights like I used to drag Ash out.” I’d already told her about Ash. Maybe if I begged Ash enough, she’d come visit me and we could pretend like it was old times.
“Sorry,” Mel said, not sounding sorry at all. “That is not going to happen. You can still go out, though. Just be careful. SCC might look good on paper, but…” Her voice quieted, and she stopped. The union was an oblong building a few stories high, and it stood less than twenty feet in front of us. “Just…watch yourself, especially if you go to any frat parties.”
Okay, that warning was a little too specific. Was there a fraternity around here that liked to rape girls or something? Of course my mind went there. I was a girl in America. I’d seen the headlines. Girls were blamed for what they were drinking or wearing, and the guys usually got off, especially if they were rich and white. Some days it was so aggravating that I wished I would’ve been born with a dick instead of a pussy.
I meant, dicks were fun. I’d be helicoptering mine all over the place, jerking off left and right. Me? It took way too long for me to get myself to orgasm—but, uh, probably not something I should be thinking about right now anyways.
“Thanks for the heads up,” I said, and together we entered the union.
The union was probably one of the newest buildings on campus, mostly because all orientation was done here. I remembered coming here back during senior year in high school, listening to people drone on and on in the large ballroom, about the perks of coming to SCC and why this was such a good school. I’d nearly fallen asleep, but then I got into a fun little game with myself, marking down every time the guy talking said the word uh.
Over three hundred times, and that was after I started keeping track.
Some people were just not natural public speakers.
The union was pretty empty. Right when you walked in, an apparel shop sat on your right. The bookstore—for all your ridiculously overpriced textbook needs, in case you forgot to order them online early—was right beside it. The auditorium was upstairs, along with a few other big rooms that organizations could rent out. The food places and the cafeteria were on the first floor, and I was about to lead us there, going to offer to buy something for Mel since she’d shown me around campus—I didn’t have money, but I had a meal card, and until that bitch ran out, I’d treat it like it was gold.
A group of guys stood in front of the pizza place, which was exactly what I was in the mood for, so that’s where I headed.
I’d leave it up to you to decide if I was in the mood for pizza or dick. Hint: might be both.
Actually, it was always both.
“Shit,” Mel muttered. “I can’t
