We meet again

Paloma~

I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States.

I was delusional to think that he didn't stand a chance with, when all along the roles had been reversed, not with my constantly matted black hair and dirty brown eyes, my full curvy body didn't make me any better, he probably had models at his beck and call, I was just another fresher with a Mom who took more pills than was good for her and he was a hot second year football Jock with an outstanding grade point average and everything he could possibly want, I didn't need anyone to tell me my place.

Besides I had other things to worry about, Mom was at Rehab again and if I didn't want to collapse in future from the heavy bucking weight of student loans amongst other debts, then I needed jobs and fast, I'd been a freshman for less than a month and already I was already juggling two jobs but more expenses meant more money and more money meant more jobs, if only mom hadn't trailed back down the wrong path again, I'd have been a bit more stabilized and not looking like something Ursula coughed up.

I guess Casey must have been worried about me because she abruptly stopped me one night from going to my shift at Jimmy's bar.

"Come with me to a party?" She asked excitedly.

"No not my style, besides I'm busy." I reply her whilst making haste for the door but she cuts me off again.

"Blow Jimmy's tonight." She said in a more serious tone, "you're coming with me."

"No Case, I have work, I need this money." I whine, "you know-"

"I know how things are Paloma." she says cutting me off, "but you need a life too, not this dreg that you're living right now, please Paloma."

If there was anything I had learnt about Casey it was that she'd never lost an argument, at least not all the ones I'd seen her in, so it came as quite a shock when she decided to Major in Mathematics instead, but she still had her gifted tongue and ad proof of that end up sitting at the back of a taxi looking all dolled up in a pretty black open back knee-length dress while she giggles excitedly beside me.

"I'm so fucking excited." She squeals between giggles as if everyone within a five block radius didn't already know that much. "When did we do this last?"

"Too long." I say with a small smile etched across my face as I try nonchalantly to emulate her enthusiasm.

I don't know whether she buys my 'enthusiasm' or just chooses to blatantly ignore me but she continues her squealing and occasionally chatting to which I reply with monosyllabic words. By the time we arrive I don't think I can bare to gear another word of who acts likes a psychopath in Mr Sylvester's Class.

"We're here." Shes says in a singsong voice as we step out of the taxi.

She all but drags me in, past all the junkies, wasted slobs and hands on kissers, just the telltale of your regular stupid frat party, the show was getting tiring already from the start but Casey's eyes lit up as she spotted some of her friends in the crowd.

"Come on." She says excitedly "I can't wait to introduce you to my friends."

Sometimes it was easy to forget Casey skipped a year of highschool and was kind of in her second year here but tiny little jigs like this outright refreshed my memories, speaking of memories, I can't remember whether I lost Casey at a left or right turn between the mosh of dancing bodies all I do remember was that I ended up pissed and sitting on a stool on the makeshift bar, I was up to my third shot and had buzzed her phone like a million times before I finally decided to hightail the hell out of here.

The liquor must have been hard or I might have been going blind because one minute I was getting ready to leave, the next I'm crashing really hard into a very solid chest.

"Woah." The guy exclaims whilst holding me up and in an instant I'm drawn in by the piercing blues that I was becoming quite familiarized with.

"Sorry." I say while squirming away from his grasp.

"Apology not accepted." He said smiling. "But I will accept you joining us for a game."

I am whisked off before I get the chance to even protest his rash and abrupt decision and I'm led to a group of people seated around a bottle.

"Got another player for Spin the bottle." he yells

There's loud hooting and cheering at his proclamations, introductions are made, they are brief and quite frankly irrelevant to me, I wouldn't hang out with any of these guys ever again, only Larry's name and face sticks in my head but probably because he's looking and smiling at me like a drunken pennywise and I make a mental note to stay away from him.

"We're on!" Orion shouts.

There's more hooting and cheering and much to my displeasure it seemed a small crowd began to gather to watch us play.

It seemed a chore at first, two people kiss when the bottle lands on them or drink some nasty goop that seemed concocted out of toilet water, then the tipsy induced fun took over and soon I was laughing and smiling at everyone else that is until the bottle landed on me and Orion.

"Oooh." the crowd gasped

"Lucky." I heard someone mutter behind me

The Goop was in my mouth and down my throat before I even gave myself the time to think about it and everyone stared dumbfounded at my actions, it would seem that I'd just drained out the fun in spin the bottle.

"Is she gay or something?" I heard someone in the crowd ask.

I'm about to retort when a set of lips crashed on mine, he's kissing me, in that instant a pair of conflicting emotions run through me, I'm elated and frankly annoyed, the feelings juggle around for a bit and soon I'm pulling away and he's getting a big sack of fist in his face.

"Don't bloody kiss me without permission you rich Junkie. "

There's a gasp and everywhere goes silent, I pack the rest of my stuff and immediately begin to look for the nearest exit.

"Shit!" He groans and clutches his bleeding nose "Hey, wait up."

I don't let him come after me and my feet are already in motion before I even think of it, I jostle and bump people as I hastily make my way out and I bump into Casey just as the door is in sight.

"Yo Oma baby" She croons, her words slightly slurred.

"Where're you headed?"

"Home." I say quickly, desperate to outrun a bloody nosed Orion.

"Woah woah woah." She says tugging my arm back. "What's wrong?"

"That." I reply pointing to Orion who was gaining ground on me, I yank my hands off and move faster towards the exit , I'm just in time to catch taxi just as Orion comes out searching for me.

Once back at the apartment I ket my myself collapse on the bed, I'd think about being the most wanted girl on campus tomorrow, fir now I'd just shut my eyes and let the alcohol induced sleep takeover.

*****

I officially hate three things Sunlight, hangovers and my bloody conscience, I'm barely awake before a massive headache and the weight of my conscience bearing down cones crashing on me, I tried to forget but some part of me know that I might reacted a tad little beat, did the sucker need a badass punch to the face, probably yes but my reasons were starting to look not more like reasons but more as a revenge for pavement girl, and the drums banging my brain didn't seem to make it easier, I scrambled out of bed for some aspirin and I was just beginning to notice Casey's absence when my phone rang and just the sound of it nearly made my head explode, I grumbled and picked it up no less.

"Hey Oma, how's your day treating you?" Sal's voice came floating through the line.

"I was just getting it started thank you for ruining it this early in the morning." I groan.

"It's two in the afternoon." he retorts, my eyes instinctually goes over to the clock and I realize he's right, Damn! I've missed most of my classes today.

"Anyways." Sal says "Something came for you that I wanted to talk about?"

"What is it?"

"It's a letter Paloma." He replies "A letter from your father."