Molly Ryan - A Real Disaster

“Yeah. Honestly, I feel a little weak. I just need to sleep this off,” I said.

“All right, maybe some other time then. Back to the concert I go.”

There would be plenty of girls he could sleep with there.

First college party.

First college date.

First guy that tries to get with me.

I was on a roll…

I was also already chickening out.

“Thanks for walking with me back to my dorm”

“No problem, see you around.”

When I got inside I fell face first into my bed and fell sleep.

The first thing I noticed the next morning was the fact that I was hunched over the garbage can. I had been throwing up God knows what all night.

My body ached, more than it did before, and I winced as I sat up, stretching. My body was sticky with sweat and God knows what else. I think it’s time to shower, I told myself and forced myself to sit up. Grabbing my robe, I slipped my arms through and wrapped it tightly around my naked body.

A second later the door to my room opened and Sabrina came sauntering in. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was matted in different places.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I asked as I stared at her.

She carried her shoes in her hand and padded into the room in dirty, bare feet.

“I’m fine,” Sabrina said.

She plopped down on the bed and stared at me.

“The night was amazing, one of the best nights that I’ve had in a while.”

She eyed me carefully.

“And what about you? Turner said you went home early?”

“Yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

I opted to leave out the part about Nash walking me back to the dorm. I didn’t need to be part of the rumor mill.

“I’m not used to drinking and I think I had too much last night. When I got back to the dorm I threw up and then went straight to bed.”

The story wasn’t a complete lie but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. I couldn’t help but think about Nash hitting on me. It wasn’t something I was used to. While Nash was worried about getting me naked, Turner just wanted to jam out at the concert.

“That sucks,” Sabrina said and I let out a sigh of relief. “Turner was bummed too. He was having a lot of fun with you last night.”

“He was?” I asked, surprised. “How do you know?”

“He told me when I bumped into him. He thought that it was his fault you left or something.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, but I told him that it wasn’t the reason. I mean I don’t know you that well but I figured that you wouldn’t just leave a date for no good reason.”

“Well… Thanks.”

I smiled at Sabrina all the while I feeling like I was being punched in the gut. Although I didn’t intend on going home with anyone, it still happened. While I was getting hit on by the enemy, Turner was worried about me and the date. This was a real disaster.

The two guys that actually show interest in me just had to be enemies from the beginning.

“No problem.”

“Well I need to go take a shower,” I said and grabbed my shower caddy.

“Lunch later?” Sabrina asked.

I nodded, not really listening. Too much was on my mind.

“Sure, whatever.”

I quickly exited the room.

Once in the shower, I turned the water on as hot as I could and stood under the needles. I let the water rush over me as I thought about Nash and Turner. As mean as Turner painted Nash, there was a part of him that was honest, genuine, and caring. He did walk me back to my dorm.

And he also thought I was sexy... Then there was Turner. He was fun, exciting, and always knew how to laugh. Our first date started off great and I was sure it would have ended just as great if I hadn’t gotten sick. I wanted to get to know Turner better.

So there I was, alone in the shower, wondering how in the world I had managed to get myself into the predicament that I was in. How did a girl, who came to college knowing nothing about relationships, of guys in general, manage to get involved with not just one but two guys? Sworn enemies to that fact?

The first day of classes…

Dreadful.

Usually I would be jumping up and down, ready to start learning. I was one of the few who loved school, loved learning, and didn’t mind getting homework. All the way through high school I would do the assignments given to me and then some. I handed in extra credit on things that the teachers didn’t ask for. I would read text books for fun and write essays on literature that was well over the high school level. Why? I had no idea. It was fun to me. Sure, on the weekend I would hang out with my friends, but if I was honest with myself I would say that I would have rather been at my house, alone and studying, then out with other people.

Today, though, I was not excited for classes to start. My nerves had been on edge ever since the night with Nash and Turner. Turner tried to get a hold of me but every time he called I would ignore it and whenever we bumped into each other, which was more than I liked, I would think of some kind of excuse. He was getting suspicious, that much I knew, but I couldn’t be around him or Nash.

They were both corrupting my mind. I knew I needed to keep all my concentration on school if I wanted to keep my scholarships.

I packed my backpack with great care, mostly stalling, while Sabrina fixed up her make up in the mirror. She, as usual, looked perfect while I still felt like a child playing dress up. I knew I would get used to wearing my new clothes sooner or later. Somehow they attracted Nash and Turner and I didn’t need to attract any more guys.

“What’s wrong?” Sabrina suddenly asked. “You look sick.”

“No I’m fine,” I said but frowned.

“Right, because you look so fine. You look amazing actually.”

Sarcasm dripped from her words as she turned to me. She stuck her make up in her pocket and went to her own bag.

“Why have you been cock blocking Turner?” I nearly choked on the gum that I was chewing.

“Excuse me?” I asked, stunned. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re cock blocking him,” Sabrina accused. “You went on the one date with him, got sick, and now you’re not talking to him. Are you embarrassed or something?”

“Embarrassed of what? What should I be embarrassed about?”

“I don’t know, the fact that you got sick or the fact that you can’t hold your liquor. You could be upset about anything…”

“I’m not embarrassed or upset.”

“Then what is it? Why aren’t you returning his calls or anything?”

“Maybe I don’t want to give him false hope,” I told her. “Maybe I’m just not into him like that and I’m trying to let him down but he’s just not getting it. Maybe I just need to concentrate on school.”

“No that’s not it. You’re attracted to Turner, I can tell, but something is holding you back. What is it? Are you ashamed of being a virgin?”

“Yeah,” I said, finding my way out. “He’s probably been with a ton of girls.”

I prayed that it would be the end of the conversation. I was hoping that, since Sabrina got answers she obviously needed, she would drop the subject.

No such luck.

“Well then obviously you don’t know guys very well.”

Sabrina walked over to me, her skirt swishing against her waist and thighs.

“Guys love to be a girl’s first. It makes them feel more important or something. You tell Turner you’re a virgin and he’ll cum in his pants before he even sees you naked.”

I had a feeling that Sabrina was being a little eccentric but I didn’t want to ask.

“Seriously, Lily, tell Turner you’re a virgin and you will have him wrapped around your finger in no time.”

“Jesus Sabrina. That will be my decision. Please don’t go gossiping to Turner about what I told you. I don’t want him to know anything unless I decide to tell him, okay?”

Sabrina ran her fingers over her lips in a zippered motion.

“You’re secret is safe with me,” Sabrina said.

Yeah but for how long?

I didn’t want to imagine what would happen if Sabrina told Turner what I told her. Not only was it too personal for anyone else to know, it was also a lie. But I didn’t want anyone to know how I lost mine.

“I have to go or I’m going to be late,” I said and I zipped my backpack up. “See you tonight.”

“See ya,” Sabrina called out as I left the room, closing the door behind me.

“Hey.”

I jumped and turned to my left only to see Turner staring at me. His hair was wet and his eyes were shining.

“Damn Turner, you scared the shit out of me,” I said.

Dear God I hoped he didn’t hear our conversation.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you. I thought I would walk you to class.”

“Why didn’t you knock?” I asked.

“I just got here,” Turner said. “I was about to knock when I noticed the door opening.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. If Turner truly did just get to the door then there was no way that he could have heard anything.

“Sorry for scaring you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “But I didn’t expect you here.”

“I know,” Turner said, “But you’ve been so busy lately that I figured that this was the only way that I could see you.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Getting ready for classes and all.”

The two of us stepped into the elevator and rode it down in silence. When the door opened I gasped. Standing in front of us was Nash. He was talking to a girl and they were laughing animatedly. My stomach knotted in jealousy… A walk back to the dorms with him and this was happening to me.