Chapter Two
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"Are you sure about this Lani?" Chris whispered as Lani pulled on his arm, trying to get him upstairs.
"Yes Chris, now come on!" Lani said harshly. It wasn't nearly the reaction she had pictured from Chris when she dropped the s word to him. They slowly creeped up the stairs. Lani knew exactly where Chris' dorm was, and she made a beeline straight for it. Pushing open the door she pulled him in.
"Lani, look. I really hope you aren't doing this because you're drunk." Chris had shut the door and stood in front of her, staring into her eyes in all seriousness. He had no idea how much she had had to drink at that point, but he had only had a rum and coke.
"Chrissy, come on, I stopped you before, and now you wanna get all quizzical on me over why I want to do it now?" Lani crossed her arms and looked angerly at him.
"Lani, I just want this to be worth it hunny. You know that." He looked at her unfolded her arms, grabbing her waist he kissed her.
The fooling around began and the 'I love you's flowed heavily. Lani shook as he undressed her, and she wait what seemed like centuries for him to undress. They were close, and beads of sweat ran down Lani's forehead. "Naw man, I need some sleep. I had a long ass flight here. Sorry." And the doorknob turned and in walked Chris' roommate Ryan Cooley. "Oh shit, sorry man." And the door slammed shut. Lani felt naked..really naked. Her cheeks burned a deep red, and she covered herself with the sheets.
"Oh my god. Please tell me that did not just happen." She said in a muffled voice as she pushed her face into his pillow.
"Yeah..it did." Chris sighed heavily and picked up his boxers, then stopped. "So I take it this isn't going to happen now." He looked at the outline of her body, and her dark hair.
"Nope." She said, her faced still pressed to the pillow.
"And the s train leaves the station again.." Chris mumbled ad he shoved his legs through his boxers. He wasn't angry, he was disappointed, but not at Lani, at Ryan for barging in. This sucked.
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The cold air blew around Bridget as she walked with Frankie, hand in hand, down the sidewalk to the gazebo. The autumn air flowed around them as they walked, and leaves blew in their path. Bridget wasn't exactly sure why she had chosen to wear a miniskirt and a tube top in this weather, but she figured she wouldn't be outside. Frankie was telling her about summer, and how he had interned at his father's firm. He even spoke at the preliminary trial of a man who was accused of murder, but the odd thing was, he had been in defense of the murder. "My dad kept saying things like 'You're a natural' and 'After Banington, we'll get you into Harvard Law, and then you can come work with me', and all I could think was how the hell I could tolerate him for the rest of my life, not only as a father, but my boss." He looked at Bridget and stopped.
"What? Did you forget something." She looked at him in a puzzled way. A leaf blew past her nose and made it itch, she rubbed her nose and looked at him.
"No, no. I can just see the sunset right over your head, it makes you look beautiful." This made her cheeks burn, she knew they were turning red. She had been told things like this before, but she never felt so special about it as she did when it came from him. They moved into the gazebo and looked out at the rushing waves down at the docks as the sun receded below the horizon and the night consumed them. They talked about Bridget's summer, and about their meetings, and about school, and how it was going to turn out, whether they thought it was going to be a good year or not. Frankie took Bridget's hand and kissed it, smiling at her. "This is going to be a good year."
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Heather sat down in a cushy chair off the the side of the dance floor, watching her classmates as their bodies moved. Jamanda sat crossed legged next to her. "So, anything new?" Heather said lightly, not looking at Jamanda.
"Well, if you call getting a sex invitation from Landon new." Jamanda joked as she sipped her martini.
"Nah, it's kinda usual for him to do that." Heather put her head back and stared at the ceiling. Soon the touch of lips to her neck made her jump, it was Landon. "Hey!"
"Hey to you too Heather baby, okay, so I know before I offered Jamanda, but how about the both of you. Whatta ya say girls? Get a little wild before school starts?" Landon grinned and sat on the arm of Heather's chair, in between Jamanda and her.
"Uhh..how about not?" Heather said, standing up and grabbing Amanda's hand. They walked slowly away from him through the crowd. "Eww.."
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Tawnie and Jesse had retreated to Hamilton and sat on the floor of Tawnie's room. "Ahh..good old school." Jesse said while laughing. They had had a few rum and cokes and had switched to straight bicardi.
"I'm looking forward to a few more nights of sneaking out." Tawnie said as she stretched out her legs, she had kicked off her stilettos.
"Me too..but try not to break my window this time." He laughed and rolled onto his stomach, watching her with his head on his arm.
"Accident. How could I have known a stick would break that window. I didn't throw it that hard." She laid back and stared at the ceiling and smiled to herself.
"You forget, it wasn't the stick that broke the window, it was the rock you threw after the stick." His eyes were following her movements.
"Well..I didn't know if you hit something repeatedly that it would break."
"It wasn't because it was repetitive, it was because that was a big ass rock." He reached for the bottle at the same time Tawnie did and their hands touched. She giggled and pulled the bottle from his grip, taking a swig, and offering it to him. "Thanks." He said as he took sip and screwed the cap back on the bottle.
"The first night back it always the best, and usually the most drunken night." Tawnie recollected. She stood up and laid on her full size bed. Jesse stood and joined her, putting the bottle in between them.
"Yep." He agreed. They fell asleep shortly after that, and ended up holding each other, the bottle of bicardi still between them.
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Whitney stood up shakily and tried to walk. She had gotten loaded off of Gin and Tonics to calm her nerves. She tilted slightly and almost feel over when a hand grabbed her and steadied her. "Thhhannkkssss." She slired at the person.
"No problem." A sly voice said, and put her arm over his shoulders, helping her along the way. "I don't know if you remember, but I'm Landon." He looked at her. She reeked of alcohol, but he didn't care.
'"I..I..I remmmember y-y-youuu." Whitney giggled, and then burped. "Ooppss." She grinned. Landon led her up the stairs and into his dorm room. He laid her on his bed, and laid down next to her.
"So, do you like it here?" He breathed on her neck, holding himself back.
"G-g-good." Whitney closed her eyes.
"Hey, don't fall asleep on me kiddo." He put his hand on her stomach and moved his face closer to her. He put his lips to her moist ones. Whitney's eyes shot open and her skin turned a palish green color. She tried to hold back, but she knew it was inevitable. She threw up in his mouth.