I glared at my alarm clock. "Do you always moan in your sleep," Krystal was awake, looking down at me. I was definitely a sweaty mess, my body still alert from the dream.
"I was just restless, being in a new place and all," I replied. She shrugged and sat down at her desk to do her makeup. There wasn't a single scholastic item on her desk; she had a full, lighted mirror with more makeup than a Sephora. Some evangelical snake oil salesman was playing on the TV that I’d bought from home.
"I'm meeting the campus pastor for morning prayer," she said, dowsing herself in Victoria’s Secret Love Potion body spray.
I smiled, throwing my legs out of bed. They still felt like Jell-O from the dream. If Colin could turn my legs to Jell-O in my dream, what was he capable of in real life? The prospect felt enthralling. "Is he hot?" I asked.
"He is a married, Christian man," Krystal snapped. Right. Because I'd do a full face for a married, Christian man at 8am on a Saturday,too.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked. She shook her head, her chunky highlighted bob waving in unison and I went to pee and put on more deodorant. That was a hell of a dream.
Alexis was waiting for me in her 4Runner in the Dominion Hall parking lot, blaring Dave Matthews Band. Her white truck was adorned with a colorful lei around the rearview mirror and she had printed out Mapquest directions to the local Walmart on the dash.
"Hey girl," I said while hopping into the passenger side, "Thank you so much for this, I didn't realize how much random shit I forgot and needed." Alexis laughed and drove us down the abandoned Wexford main street to the massive Walmart outside of town that put all the aforementioned main street shops out of business when it was built. It was a shame; Wexford had the potential to be an adorable, bustling town and perhaps when gentrification reached Appalachia, it would be. But the depressing sight of it made me want to study abroad even more.
Looking down at my cart while in line, my purchases were more reminiscent of a sensible 36 year old woman rather than an 18 year old just starting her life. Extra pillows and mattress topper, super soft sheets, a bedside floor lamp with shelves, a few tiny succulents for said shelves, a cool mist humidifier with an essential oils diffuser, anti-wrinkle cream, Aleve, desk organizers, various office supplies in soothing colors and the largest capacity coffee pot Walmart sold. I knew I could round out my creature comforts while I was home the following weekend; I didn't want to fill poor Alexis's truck to the brim.
Back in my room, Krystal was thankfully still preoccupied with her married pastor so I had the chance to fully survey what I'd decided to bring to college. I thumbed through photos of friends I weirdly felt I hadn’t seen in years and pinned the Polaroids in neat rows on the wall. I removed my edgy posters in favor of a more minimal look and cozied up the bed. I carefully reorganized my desk so it's main purpose was school. I was actually looking forward to my course choices; my main goal is to use my creativity to achieve financial independence at a job I'm passionate about. Not many people are that lucky and I had a chance to curate a professional niche for myself. I didn't want to blow it.
I was tucking my new sheets around my bed when Krystal returned from bible thumping. Her neat bob looked decidedly rumpled.
“Pastor Duane blessed me today,” she told me excitedly. I wondered what her definition of ‘bless’ was.
“That’s nice,” I wasn’t sure how to respond to her enthusiasm. “Do you want to grab some dinner,” I asked her. She shrugged and we set out to see what culinary creations the dining hall had to offer. She told me how she was majoring in home economics and I choked a bit on my drink.
“That’s a major?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Not exactly,” she replied, “But I’ve curated my course load to train me to be the perfect housewife.” At least she was honest.
“I feel like those skills could be beneficial in a teaching capacity,” I offered. I could tell she thought about it for a moment before telling me all about the Quiverfull Movement happening within her church. I listened with interest and mild concern for her autonomy. Krystal was a kind person and church was her world, you do you. I could see a spark in her that had so much more to offer than a housewife in training.
I spent Saturday night in, my social battery depleted for the day, engrossed in Lost and spent my Sunday at the campus bookstore, readying myself for the semester.
Monday morning came and I dressed in a cute graphic tee from Hollister and low slung Seven jeans, and stashed my notebooks in my multicolor Louis Vuitton tote. I pulled my perfectly straight ponytail through a Von Dutch trucker hat, popped on my oversized rimless sunglasses and had my earbuds in. Modest Mouse's “Float On” wafted through the headphones as I started out across campus to fetch myself a coffee before my first class of the day.I was totally that girl for walking into Psychology 101 a minute late with a Starbucks. The professor rolled his eyes at me and waved me in. I went to slide into a seat near the back when I heard a familiar voice:"Cabrey, over here," Colin whispered. I quickly sat in the empty lecture chair next to him. He reached over and took a sip of my coffee, like we'd been married for years and it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn't seem to notice my surprise. We actually had to take written notes in a notebook during the lecture. I had forgott
That Friday after classes were done for the day, I packed my dirty laundry and dismissed the guilt over bringing home my laundry by being even more disgusted by the communal washers and dryers in my dorm. We were only a week into the semester and the machines already had the stink. I wanted to be comfortable for the ride but look cute at the same time, so I sported my PINK yoga pants with the multicolored logo waistband and a too tight Wexford tee shirt. I ironed my hair into a bouncy ponytail and applied light makeup for a natural look that still made my eyes pop. Colin pulled his old Bronco into the Dominion Hall parking lot and got out to help me with my luggage and I sheepishly handed him my hamper while he handed me a coffee."Thought you'd like a latte for the ride," he said. He had remembered my Starbucks order. I took a sip, purposefully getting foam on my upper lip and smiled back."That was too sweet, thank you," I said. I noticed his hamper in the truck. "I see you packed
The next morning, I decided to quell my hangover with some retail therapy. A PINK store just opened locally and I had wanted to check it out. If things kept going well with Colin, new panties wouldn't be a bad idea. An Auntie Anne's lemonade and pretzel set me straight as I went to pick up my mom's order from Nordstrom. She’d pre ordered these boots called Uggs and got me a pair to bring back down to school. I grabbed a black North Face fleece while I was there and then continued to American Eagle for jeans and camis, Abercrombie for a few polos and graphic tees, Old Navy for cute jammies and flip flops. I stopped in Wet Seal to find a few 'going out tops' and cheap hoop earrings I wouldn't mind losing. I finished the trip at the Lush store and got too many bath bombs despite the fact I lived in a dorm without a tub.Back at home, I busied myself with laundry and getting ready to work my dinner shift at the pub. A few friends who went to school locally still worked there and I was exc
Mom immediately teased me for how flushed I was when I got home that night. She was still awake, watching SNL and cuddling with Zippy. I breathlessly plopped down on the oversized couch next to her. “So do we like like Colin?” she teased. I giggled and nodded. “I want to grab brunch with you before you go tomorrow, do you want to invite him so I can get to know my future son-in-law?” I got out my phone and texted Colin and he immediately responded by saying he’d meet us at my favorite bagel spot at 10AM.The next morning, I slipped into a pink floral Free People sundress that mom had gotten me and a pair of platform flip flops I’d gotten while at the beach. I was tall but Colin was taller so he’d still tower over me even in wedges. I french braided by side swept bangs and pinned them back with a butterfly clip then scented my collarbone with Ralph by Ralph Lauren. Mom was already in the garage, putting the top of the Jeep down. “It’s a gorgeous morning,” she said, clipping it into p
Colin and I saw each other that Monday during our psychology class. Instead of paying attention to the lecture, we’d passed my notebook back and forth, making our packing list for the Wexford Outdoors camping trip. He’d crossed out “tent” on my list and said we could share his. The previous weekend had left us both yearning for each other. Colin usually had rugby practice on weeknights and the rest of our class schedules conflicted most of the time. He placed his hand on my thigh during class.“If you two can’t keep your hands off each other for 50 minutes, then don’t come to my lecture,” our professor yelled at us. Colin quickly removed his hand and we resumed paying attention to the PowerPoint. The universe seemed to keep throwing obstacles in the way of our physical connection.“What are you doing this Friday,” Colin asked as we shuffled out of the lecture hall together.“Jenny was talking about a concert or something,” I said. My friend from my dorm had mentioned that she and her
When we got back Sunday, Colin walked me up to my dorm with my backpack. Krystal was home but had company. They scuttled out of Krystal’s bed in a hurry, both still partially clothed. “You must be Pastor Duane,” I said with a laugh. I’d seen posters of the evangelical preacher on campus and he was the one Krystal had done a full face at 8am for. “And you two must be Shrek and Fiona,” Krystal retorted, looking Colin and I up and down. We were covered in mud and I was in desperate need of a hot shower. Colin had offered to take us back to his apartment to clean up but I was so far gone that I needed to be with my own things to pull myself back together. Pastor Duane quickly tucked tail out of our dorm room with Colin following him to the elevators. We’d actually discussed his strange brand of Christianity on our hike so I’m sure Colin had questions about the Quiverfull movement that Pastor Duane preached about. Once we were alone and I was thoroughly bathed, I asked Krystal about the
Jenny left to grab us some pregame drinks and I started to get ready. Though it was going to be chilly, I opted for my shortest denim miniskirt with Uggs and of course *the* sweatshirt. For the afterparty, I wore a lace trimmed cami that made my tits look fantastic and exposed just enough midriff to show off my flat stomach. I straightened my hair and side parted it then french braided the long part across the front. Lauren Conrad had just rocked that look on Laguna Beach and I was obsessed. I mimicked her black eyeliner and bronzer and checked myself out in the mirror. "Would you fuck me, I'd fuck me," I joked around with Jenny, doing my best worst Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs impression. My cell beeped from my desk and I checked to see what it was. Rebecca. I really didn’t feel like dealing with her or her weird boyfriend, Justin. They were downright sloppy at the concert and I really didn’t want them to ruin tonight’s energy."Hey girl," she started, "I'm headed down to
Back at WexfordColin checked his phone for the millionth time that afternoon. He had been frantically texting me while trying to piece together the previous night. He had remembered the party, dancing, the police coming and then everything turned into a blur afterwards. He hoped Cabrey made it safely out of the party but had hoped even more that last night would be the night they’d finally get together. Sitting up in bed made his hangover even more palpable. He vaguely remembered Rebecca feeding him shots after everyone had gotten back to his apartment. He hoped he hadn’t done anything stupid that ruined his chances with Cabrey. He tried to shake the feeling that something was off and decided to clean up. While he was making his bed, he found a pair of clean, leopard panties tucked under the guest side pillow. That side of the bed was still made; he had changed the sheets and made the bed in case Cabrey slept over last night. whose panties were these and why were they placed there?