'The chemical compound of the equal ratio of sulfur to...' She unmiraculously stopped reading and caring at the same time. She sat up on the bed in her room inside her shared apartment. She looked at her room. If it had been anyone else's room, she would have dismissed them to be some immature college kid. The walls were emblazoned with knick-knacks and band posters. It reminded her of her room back home. She tried not to think about it because it was hard decision to leave. Her dad had cancer and her mom had arthritis. Sure they had her little brother, but he was still pretty young and she was certain he wanted a life of his own but she had to remind herself like her parents did that she worked for this. She earned her way into university and she couldn't let it go. So she tried her hardest and studied to make sure that she did her parents proud.
She even studied on nights like these. Nights when the whole town was partying. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a pair of cream colored cotton boy shorts that complimented her mocha skin and the same kind of sports bras that female boxers wore. Her long black hair was up in a ponytail and she had her thick-rimmed glasses on. Her roommate wasn't home yet; she had slept over at her boyfriend's house so she had her iPod plugged into the iHome set to her favorite playlist. She let her eclectic music blast through the smallish apartment. She sang along with the songs every once in a while. At that momment, it was 'Steady as She Goes' by The Raconteurs. She looked out her window and looked at all the people dressed in their Sunday best on their way to the club. Apparently some hot movie star was celebrating his birthday nearby because it was close to his movie shoot. Everyone wanted to gain attendance to the ultrachic club only a couple miles off campus. She wished she mustered up enough care to want to go, but she really couldn't. Her mid-terms would be coming up before she knew it and chemistry was still kicking her ass.
She walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge. Empty, of course. It was her turn to buy groceries and she hadn't. She had decided to isolate herself in her room and try to study. Of course, that failed. No one could willingly be interested in chemistry. Instead, she laid on the ground of living room floor and died in the sounds of 'When I Say Go' by the 1900's. Watching all the quiet faces, I can understand the need to be rescued by better things than man. God she needed a man. She hadn't had one, in forever. No since her best friend in high school quietly and nervously took her virginity. Not that that was satisfying or gratifying in any way, shape, or form. She yearned for the rugged touch of a Man, not a boy. As she let her mind drift into the thoughts of some hot, young Fabio doing things to her that she could only fantasize about, she felt her hand snake into her underwear and play with her clit. She let out a dragged moan as she let her index finger dip in her hot core. She imagined the strong calloused hands rubbing against her sensitive spot, until she realized she was masturbating on her living room floor to some figmented Don Juan. Pathetic, she thought to herself. She walked to her sink, washed her hands, and poured a bowl of captain crunch sans the milk.
She settled on the couch and flipped the channels. It was on Lifetime and some typical movie about a widow falling in love with some serial killer was playing. She sat and watched, occasionally stopping to grab a handful of the cereal to throw into her mouth. Her iHome was still playing but she had shut the door to her room so that it was only background noise. She was starting to get comfortable when she heard loud raps on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone, and her roommate had a key. Maybe it was her own hot serial killer wanting to romance her and then murder her. She got up and turned off the TV, she didn't want the serial killer to know she had stooped so low that she had started watching Lifetime movies. She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. It was her best friend Rae, dressed to the nines with a bunch of girls. She closed her eyes and turned around as if they would disappear if she couldn't see them, only to be proved wrong by louder, more obnoxious knocks. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Where in the H-E double hockey stick is your phone Mel?" Rae exclaimed in her southern twang as she barged into her apartment.
"It's on silent, I wanted to study," she replied.
"Melody Anna Green, do not scare me like that. I thought you might have been kidnapped or killed."
"Nope," chuckled Mel as she looked at the other girls getting comfortable in her apartment.
Raelene Parker was a true southern bell. She had Drew Barrymore in Charlie's Angels-era red hair and the cutest country twang. Her large doe eyes surprisingly had brown sparkling orbs. She had a curvaceous body and was every man's walking wet dream. She was a political science major, wanting to work in congress but the body of a hooters girl. She was the type of girl you brought home to the parent's without losing her outgoing side. Melody had always been jealous of her for those reasons; Rae could have the brains and the boys, while she managed with just the brains. Tonight she was wearing a cheetah print mini dress, a pair of black patent leather pumps, and little to no make up. Her racy red hair was in a high ponytail.
"You're comin' out with us tonight lil' missy, and no you don't have a choice," she stated as she grabbed Mel and barged into her bedroom. Immediately, they were greeted by Chevelle's 'Send the Pain Below.' Rae threw her nose up into the air and changed the playlist to 'Rae's Playlist.' The mood in the room changed as 'She's Dope' by Down With Webster started too blast. Rae went to her closet and started to search for a clubbing outfit for her modest best friend.
"Ya know, you could help me a lil. This is for your benefit," she said as she grabbed Mel's arm and dragged her to her roommate's room.
"We cannot be in here," she exclaimed as she tried to moved the stubborn red head.
"Like hell, you need somethin' sexy and that Natty sure can dress," she said more to herself as she admired her wardrobe.
"I can't wear her clothes and either way, I'm not going. I have to learn two chapters of chemistry."
"A. You can, just dry clean it and return it. B. I'll have hot Robbie teach you the whole book, if you promise to come out tonight."
She was caught at a fork in the road. Hot Robbie was Rae's boyfriend, not to be confused with Crazy Robbie, he was the top student in thier chemistry but clubbing and partying just wasn't her scene. She'd rather be curled up in a ball reading a classic with some light tunes but she needed the grade. Badly.
"Fine, but you're paying for dry cleaning," she huffed realizing that she had been handed two evils.
Rae started to bounce in joy and do a little happy dance. After countless attempts to get her out of the house, she finally prevailed. She rummaged through the stylish closet and after many arguments and protests, she finally settled on a short, white strapless sweetheart dress with a gold belt. She decided to pair them up with gold pumps and light make up. Her straight hair was waved and topped of with a gold gemmed beret pushing one side of her hair back. The whole process took about an hour and a half, and once done. They bolted to the club.
When they got into the club, due to 'special connections,' they immediately headed for the bar. Getting margaritas all around. They toasted to single girls and single friends. Mel actually felt like she belonged, for a second, because that's how long it lasted. The all traded thier drinks for men leaving her at the bar all alone. She was happier that way in retrospective. They had annoyed her during the ride over with their shallow talk. She sat by the bar, put on her iPod, which was neatly tucked into her bra, and people watched. She found that to the certain songs, she'd see people in a certain way. Like she could their insecurities. That's how she noticed him, across the room, in the VIP section above. She had been listening to 'Dreamer' by Ozzy Osbourne. He was staring into the distance, probably people watching too. He looked beautiful and thoughtful. Like a starving artist looking for a music to quench his thirst. The look immideatley faded when they seemed to lock eyes. She was too far away to be sure as they stared at each other for that moment, he had a different look in his eyes.
