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Dylan
“Just saw Viv do the walk of shame, bro,” Scott says when I enter the living room.
Shit, I didn’t know he was home, and he must see it on my face because he smiles.
“I was booted out of the sorority house early enough that there was no sunshine yet. I’ve been sitting here ever since, contemplating life. I scared your girl, actually.”
I walk to the fridge, wiping my face. “She’s not my girl.”
“No?” he questions with a half-ass smirk. He’s always messing with me.
“No. One and done.”
He wags his finger in the air. “Pretty soon you’re going to experience thefuck around and find outlesson here real soon.”
I laugh. “Yeah, like you did with Carissa last month.”
An exhale leaves his nose. “Yeah, exactly like that.”
I close the fridge, finding nothing worth eating. “Viv knows the deal, man. She’s cool. There’s no need to worry.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. That girl is head over heels for you, man.”
My eyes snap to his. Who the fuck uses the termhead over heelsanymore? I shake my head. “It’s too early for this shit. I don’t want to worry about her feelings.”
He laughs. “You always need to worry about their feelings.”
I plop on the couch next to him. “You know what I mean. I lay out what I can offer in the beginning, and that’s that. My intention won’t change, but shit. One and done, like I said.”
“She is hot.”
I nod, agreeing. “Yeah, she is.”
“Short, though. Like, yay, high but a nice rack.”
I nod again, showing him how tiny she is. “It’s like taking a tall person and shoving them into someone this small.” I show him with my hands. “The tits are bound to be big.”
He laughs. “And her stomach. Just wait until she’s thirty, man. Her stomach will be bigger than her tits.”
I bark a laugh. “What the fuck? I don’t want to think about Viv at thirty. She’ll be long gone by then. That’s weird, huh? At thirty, none of this shit is going to matter.”
He stares into space. “Yeah, we’re not even going to remember this day-to-day shit. Probably won’t even remember this conversation.”
“No kidding.” That makes me realize how fast life goes by, but I don’t like thinking about that kind of shit. It’s depressing, really. Ten years ago, my life was very different from what it is now, so ten years from now is unfathomable. “Wanna hit the gym?” I ask, changing the subject.
He shakes his head. “Pass. I’m gonna need a long nap after last night.”
I pat his chest and stand. “I’ll be at the campus gym if you change your mind.”
I take a quick shower, chug half a gallon of water, and head to the campus gym. My brain short-circuits when I see Viv inside. Shit. I don’t want to be a dick, but I can’t be in there if she is. I can’t fucking turn around right now without being obvious, so I need a good excuse when she approaches me.
I walk in, and she spots me right away. Fucking hell. I couldn’t even get my foot in the door.
She smiles when our eyes connect.
I inhale as she stops her workout to approach me.
