“Well, I did say that I had to get up early in the morning, so that she couldn’t sleep in.”
Missy’s brown eyes flick to my alarm clock which mocks my excuse because it’s almost noon. “You obviously lied.”
“I know I lied, but she doesn’t know I lied.” I groan, not liking that I have to face her. Which is cowardly, I know. I gesture at the naked woman again. “How was I supposed to know that she wouldn’t leave? I could ask her if she wants to hang out later?”
“You’re so dumb.” Missy rolls her eyes at me before straightening her black and bright orange football jersey from the Summerset Shore Tigers–which is a totally cliché name for a team if you ask me–in the mirror on my closet door. “You can sort this shit out yourself. I’m going, Ava is waiting.”
“You’re dumb yourself,” I mutter.
According to the indignant huff she gives me before she leaves my room, she really doesn’t give a shit what I think.
“Please, I’m sorry. I love you! Can’t you at least help me with this?” I plead, desperation seeping into my voice when I raise it. “How do I know if there isn’t something there? What if I make the wrong choice and she turns out to be great?” It’s a stretch, I know. I also know what this was, she was clear about it, but the fact that I’m just a conquest doesn’t sit right with me. Which is stupid because I never had a problem with hookups before.
But that wasbefore.
She pops back in the doorway with an evil smirk. “See, I told you you’re dumb. Because I think you don’t have a choice. This is obviously just a hookup.”
“Please, Missy,” I whine. “I’ll do the dishes for a week.”
Those stupid eyebrows rise mischievously. “A month,” she counters.
“Two weeks.”
A devilish smile appears on her glossy red lips. “Deal.” Without warning, she grabs an old bottle of water from my desk and pours its meager contents onto the woman's behind.
Startled, the woman springs out of bed, clutching the sheets in front of her. Finally awake, she directs her bewildered gaze at Missy, who holds the empty bottle in her hands. “What are you doing?”
As the woman approaches me, attempting to dry herself with the sheets, I notice her confusion. “What’s she doing?” she asks again, this time aimed at me, blinking like an owl.
“Sorry,” Missy states, lifting her shoulders in a short shrug. “I tripped.”
The girl frowns at Missy, concern in her eyes. “How? Have you hurt yourself?” When Missy shakes her head that no, she didn’t, the girl focuses back on me and immediately gives me a small smile. “Hey, you.”
“Hey,” I say, barely containing my smirk at Missy’s stupid solution. “Sorry for waking you, but we need to go.” I gesture at me and Missy, while simultaneously trying to find if there’s something there in this girl's eyes which could mean there is potential for something more.
But she just shrugs and starts collecting her belongings, obviously having had her fill of me and that’s that, squelching any hope I had in a second.
Missy notices, and taps me shortly on the arm in comfort, which is a lot for her because that woman has some serious Morticia Addams vibes sometimes.
I sigh at the contact, I’m such an idiot. She was upfront with me last night, so the shitty feeling I have now is purely on myself,and I never should’ve taken her home. Not without properly dating first. My dick just got the best of me, like usually happens. Because sheishot.
But really. No more one-time-girls.
Or boys for that matter.
Lately it leaves me more drained while it’s supposed to give some satisfaction, and it’s just not worth it. Well at least I will have more time for the band if I forgo any interaction with both the female and male population on campus.
Which reminds me. “Exactly how popular are we?” I ask Missy, knowing I should've asked this before, but hey, I’m fairly new here. I’ve only gotten here in Summerset Shore, Southern California a month ago, moving halfway across the world from The Netherlands to attend this college.
And moving around the world and attending a foreign college ishard.I was very busy with all the paperwork, trying to find my way around the campus, and moving in with my long time friend, Missy, who fortunately had a spare room in her apartment.
It’s thanks to her that I got in in the first place. Being the Dean’s daughter might have helped with that, I know her dad my whole life.
But she also made me audition for her band. Which is plain stupid because she’s the one who told me to move here so I could join said band while finishing up my degree at the same time.
But with Missy being Missy, she made me do it anyway just because she could. Just like she made me do a lot of things when we were younger. With her Dutch grandparents being our neighbors and all, we spent quite a few summers together.
“Well…” With a pair of black heels dangling from her fingers, Missy smiles sweetly at me. “You do check your socials sometimes, right? I know I’ve tagged you a few times when I was posting photos from our rehearsals, but you never reply.”
