The Boyfriend

She was awoken by the sound of a rooster screaming its lungs out like its life was depending on it. She opened her eyes in a heavy daze, slowly gaining consciousness, realizing that her alarm had set off the annoying sound. She took her phone and there were five miscalls from Kelsey. She remembered Kelsey never made that phone call to check in with her about her date. She dialed her number. The call was picked up after two rings and she can see white bedsheets tangled on Kelsey's long and leaned tanned leg. It slowly went up to her exposed breasts, Kelsey was yawning and stretching at the other end of that call. "Jeez ... five miscalls just for me to see you naked after a hot date? I thought you were in trouble or something," Julie was relieved even though slightly annoyed, as beautiful as she was, she didn't really enjoy looking at her best friend's bare breasts first thing in the morning. She threw herself back on her bed, covered in her v

Kelsey was yawning in class, she couldn't look more bored and suicidal than any other times she was in a classroom. She turned to Julie and made a hand gesture as if she was tying a rope around her neck and pulled until her tongue rolled out. She was the kind of girl who would go as far as sleeping with the Professor just to pass a class because she couldn't stand being in it and having to read all the papers when it was time for an exam. Julie smiled in amusement, she kept jotting down notes after notes like she always does. She sometimes doodled on the faces of Mick Jagger, Axl Rose, or Tommy Lee and other times, Preston Hicks which she already tore down from her binder. She never had a grade below B+, her GPA was always close to a perfect 4.0 and that was on a bad semester. When the class was finally over, Kelsey let out a sigh of relief as if she was tortured for an hour and a half. It was only the first day.&

Kelsey didn't come back to the dorm for two days. She does that when she was with a boyfriend. She checked in with Julie every day just to let her know where she was. Usually, she'd stay with the guy for days, fucked his brains out until she was bored fucking him and she'd come back to the dorm to complain about how bored she was and then went back to the guy to fuck him some more. Julie was used to the routine, she was glad she was a professional loner. She would drown herself in books and completely lost track of time whenever Kelsey went on her voyage. She never felt lonely without her roommate, and when Kelsey's back, she would take a break from her reading to listen to her over the top sexcapade with the 'oh so boring boyfriend' just to see her gone again in a few days. Rarely there was a boyfriend that didn't bore her, those who can keep her satisfied in bed were the ones that can keep her longest. And that seemed to be the case with Nathan.

Whenever she's not in a class, twice or three times a week at various coffee shops they would meet to discuss work while Kelsey attends her classes. They made tremendous progress just by brainstorming, making phone calls, and work on Julie's laptop. Sometimes Kelsey skipped class to join them, to see what the work was like but then she was bored after a few hours and decided that she was better off in class. Julie went to the counter to order some coffee and snacks when Preston approached her. "Hey, I thought I'd find you here," he greeted her. He was standing really close to her, their arms rubbed with each other and it made her uncomfortable. "Hey Preston," she replied in a monotone. "My birthday is coming up, I wanted to invite you," he said. Julie shrugged, "Oh I don't think I can come, but thanks for inviting me, I'll let Kelsey know." "Come on, Jules, this been go

'I broke up with Naomi' the girl who he cheated on with her. So? She thought. It couldn't be undone, she slept with someone else's boyfriend. Something she never thought would happen. Especially not when her last boyfriend cheated on her because she wasn't sure about giving up her virginity to him. She shrugged it off. She remembered how he was when she opened her dorm room that night. He was drunk, he said he couldn't sleep, he was smelling like booze with a tint of Hugo Boss, he had an unopened bottle of Vodka in his hand.  Preston always smelled nice, even under a stale cigarette odor. He took his jacket off, leaving his thin worn out The Doors T-shirt hanging loose above his jeans. He threw himself on the floor next to her, their backs leaned on the bed. He opened the bottle with his teeth and they started drinking. He went on about the thousands of fights he had with Naomi, that night being the peak o