Chapter 3

Chapter 3

REGAN POV: -

I can't believe it's over, three years of my life; I've waited for this day.

"I am a Graduated" Hell, to all the teachers and the students, and all these creepy college halls, these bullies.

"LETS PARTYYYYYYYYYY" I screamed at the top of my lungs; as I entered my college dorm, my roomie, aka my best friend Shawna, looked up, giving me that (have you lost your mind on the way back) look making me shrug at her inadequate response.

I ripped off my scarf from my neck and let it fall to the ground. It was scorching already, so why bother with a flimsy scarf.

"How are you, Shaw?" I asked her, calling her by the name I gave her when we met. We became besties on the very first day of college. Being her roommate was always eventful. You know. She is the barbie girl from the college, and I am the nerd who is always around. Perfect match.

She didn't answer my usual happy call with her typical happy call! So I went a little closer to her and asked again.

"Shaw, are you all right? You didn't answer me the first time. Are you one of your monthly's? Do you want some chocolate," I asked? Yeh, so for me, I crave chocolate at my time of the month when mother nature shows its appearance, and so does Shaw.

I still don't understand why God can't send us a text message saying 'You're clear". Instead, we leek strawberry syrup out of our womanly parts for seven days in a month. That's unfair!! And extremely painful.

Anyways getting back to 'Shaw.'

I pocked her trying to get her attention. When She looked up as for the first time I saw that bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face of hers, She let out a whimper and dropped to her knees, letting out a big sob.

I rushed to her side, holding her in my bear hug, keeping her from damaging her face.

"What happened? Shaw, why are you crying," she sobbed again, and then her waterfall of tears started.

"He cheated on me, Ray! That son of a bi*ch, good for nothing, Son of two fathers, so-called boyfriends of mine, cheated on me with some sl*t model". She rambles And on and on. Her words were enough to make my ear bleed. She is making me shiver.

"How can he do that? Was I not enough!? Am I not that beautiful?" she asked me, giving me those sad puppy eyes.

Oh-My-God, this is so not looking good, Not at all good. The hell. How am I supposed to answer that? I can't say anything, so I better keep it zipped. So, I just shook my head, neither in yes nor no.

I told her initially that the guy was no good for her! Has anybody even preferred to listen to a wise person on earth ever?. nuh-uh NEVER!!

I can't tell her that 'I TOLD YOU SO!' She is already sad, so I need to distract her right now.

What to do? What to do?

I mean, that guy was a Richie rich with a silver spoon hanging from his mouth. I told her that he was a player but "Nooo" at that time, "I was just being 'jealous."' And 'I should get a boyfriend like that too' now here she is weeping on my shoulder, holding me like I will disappear if she let go, leaving her in the misery alone.

Puff jealous!!! Me, I never get jealous. But I get angry, and right now, I'm a hell load of furious.

I pushed her face aside, wiping the trail of tears from her chubby cheeks. It's making me feel guilty and double angry all at the same.

"Shaw, let it be. He was not good enough for you! That guy he... He.." I stuttered, unable to find the next word to motivate Shaw. Her eyes were looking at me with so many expectations. She wants me to tell her how she is better than her boyfriend's new hookup. And she is, she is amazingly awesome, and whole English adjectives are less to describe the honest Shaw is, so eventually, I sigh.

"You know what Shaw let it be. He can have that model sl*t to himself. Tonight you and me, We are going out to celebrate your freedom from that a-hole," I told her, giving her that (please say yes or I will die) look.

She smirked and nodded her head in the yes as the answer and got up. Breathing in a long trail of oxygen, she said. "Yes, fu*k that idiot, Stupid, son of guns. I will move on and enjoy my life. Let's go party" with that, she went to our attached bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Shaw, Please don't take too much time; I need to take a shower too. I smell like a cow's a*s right now," I told her as I picked up my scarf from the floor and made my way to our walk-in closet, searching for that 'perfect' dress for tonight. Even though my term for the 'party' is slightly different from others, I will try to best tonight.

I don't drink, but I will try to have fun as all other teenagers do. Or may I say people of my age who are neither teenagers nor complete adults do? Scanning the closet, I found a black backless dress and nodded my head yes for it.

I hope there won't be too many stare-downs. I don't want to come home with a bruised hand and a criminal record. 

I heard the bathroom door click open and picked up the remaining items. A cloud of steam filled the room as Shawna appeared.

"Please tell me you did not use all the hot water"? I asked. She gave me her innocent eyes. 

"Gahh cold shower it is then," she giggled when I closed the bathroom door pouting at the thought of cold water.