“That’s not surprising, considering the sea of students on campus. I spotted you during orientation and have been meaning to introduce myself.”
“I’m glad you did. We can be friends.” I glance away, embarrassed for being so socially awkward. My comment was way too forward.
Idiot. She’s only making polite conversation, not offering you friendship.
“That would be awesome.”
“Really?” I ask excitedly.
“Of course.” Trish winks at me. “I know a party happening this weekend, and you’re invited.”
“I’ve never been to one,” I mumble shyly.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“The college experience isn’t complete without at least partying once.”
“Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.”
“I hope you do.”
My life is bland, consisting of school, work, and church for the most part. It drives Mia crazy. Sure, we’ve gone out plenty of times, but to the movies, mall, bowling—nothing rowdy. It’d blow her mind if I broke from routine. Mia would definitely be ecstatic if I went to a party, though she’d prefer my first walk on the wild side be with her.
“What year will you be starting in the fall?” I ask.
“Senior, which means I have less than a year to get my shit together. You?”
“Junior.”
“Enjoy it while you can. My mom is already hounding me about responsibility and preparing for the future.”
“This experience will be a great résumé booster,” I state in the hopes of putting a positive spin on her pending departure from college.
She scoffs. “I was supposed to spend the entire summer relaxing, but my godfather’s girlfriend works as the administrative assistant in marketing and put in a good word for me. So, here I am. I should be sunbathing at the beach right now.”
“So, you’re interning in the marketing department?”
“Yes. What about you?”
“Engineering.” I sip my orange soda.
“The only good thing about this place is Mr. Stone.”
I start coughing, spilling my drink on the table.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I squawk, using napkins to clean the mess. “I drank too quickly.”
“He’s cute, in a dark, mysterious kind of way. Don’t you think?”
“I guess so.” I bite my nails, uncomfortable with the turn our conversation has taken.
“Not to mention, he’s stinking rich.” She sighs dreamily. “My life would be set if I bagged him.”
“Oh, I… umm…”
