“Oh my god I can’t believe she did that,” Kelly said into her Blackberry as she was waiting for the shuttle to arrive to escort her to class, like the chariot she thought she deserved. “No way… No way.” Kelly never walked to class. If she did then she might break out in a sweat, which would totally ruin her hair and maybe even cause her to smell. Gross. “She would sleep with him. Good. I don’t even care. She can have my sloppy seconds. He wasn’t that good anyway.” Kelly had just found out that her ex-boyfriend was exploring his options of other females all over campus.
*
It’s Saturday night, and my friends and I are ready to party. Our heels clack against the floor as we shuffle to find our seats on the shuttle. My eyes meet a boy’s eyes in the back of the bus. The bus smelled of all the different perfumes and colognes of the passengers on board mixed together. I smiled at the boy in the back before sitting down. As I sat down I adjusted my tank top to show a little bit more cleavage. All of my girlfriends noticed him too. Now it was a battle to see who will get his attention first. I was sitting on the aisle seat, and I made the first move. I got up, walked back toward him, and I took the seat next to him. All my friend’s jaws dropped. “Oh my god. She is totally doing that to get back at Mark,” one of Kelly’s friends said.
*
“Yeah. I’m waiting for the shuttle now,” Anthony said into phone, “I’ll be down in a little bit. The bus is pulling up.” He was invited to watch a baseball game, play some poker, and drink a few beers down at his friend’s apartment. Anthony was never one to go to parties. He actually rarely drank. Most weekends he went home to work at the supermarket that his parents owned and he despised. This weekend he didn’t have to work. It was the end of a hectic, chaotic semester, and he was going to reward himself with a night out with his buddies.
*
The bus was filled with cat calls as the girl got up. She was wearing a floral tank top, a tiny skirt, and wedged high heels. She looked good, and she knew that she looked good. She was the type of girl that had been around the block a few times. She was walking toward me. Had she noticed me looking at her when she got on the bus? What will I say to her? She’s getting closer now. Oh god. All that for nothing. She walked right past me to the football player sitting behind me. How could I have thought she was interested in me? Anthony thought to himself.
*
Kelly is being her typical self. She just craved attention all of the time. I couldn’t imagine what her life would be like if there wasn’t a guy around to fill her emotional, more like physical, void. I can’t stand it. I wish that she would respect herself a little more and stop jumping into bed with every guy that smiles at her.
*
“Aw, did you just see that?” Samantha whispered to her friend.
“No. What?” her friend replied.
“That kid back there totally thought that the slutty girl walking in his direction was going back there to talk to him.”
“What? He thought that she would be interested in him rather than the sexy, football player she’s sitting with?” her friend said.
“He’s not that bad looking. Actually. He’s kind of cute.I don’t care if Maggie doesn’t think he is cute. I do. I’m going to be bold for once in my life. When he gets off the bus I’m going to get off too. What could it hurt?
*
The shuttle bus was packed. All fifty seats were filled, and students were now forced to stand in the aisles and hold the bar overhead. It was close to 3 am and the shuttle had just stopped at the bar. Sweat and beer aroma’s filled the air. A boy sat between a guy and a girl. His forehead glistened from the florescent lights shining down on him. He was drunker than he realized. He began to sway back and forth with the bus, moving forward and backward as the bus accelerated and slowed. The color of his skin began to pale. Would he throw up?
*
“Dude, you need to sit up,” Anthony’s friend said to him.
“Serioussssssly, I’m fine. Courtney’s going to take care of me. Right, Courtney.”
“My name’s not Courtney. It’s Samantha.”
*
Anthony drowned his sorrows from the rejection, of “the sluttly girl” or more commonly known as Kelly, in alcohol. As he arrived at his on-campus apartment, Anthony walked as if he were on a rocking ship, rolling side to side from the waves. Thankfully, he had two friends on his side for structural support.
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