No Phil is not married in the story. I hope you guys start adding stories. I asked the site to put up this category mainly because I wanted to post this story but I hope you guys post too :). Also the rating may change… actually it probably will.
The room was a disaster.
Leather was melting off the seats, chickens were walking around the place and the Jacuzzi in the living room was overflowing.
Stu was the first one to wake up and the minute he looked at the condition of the place he let out a loud gasp.
Alan woke up behind the bar and tripped over his own feet, falling to the side.
He started to the bathroom but again tripped and ran into a vase, making a loud crash.
Mia stirred when she heard the loud crash and slowly opened her eyes.
She groaned when the pain in her head hit her and turned to her side, her eyes falling on Phil.
"Ah!" she yelled.
Phil opened his eyes and did the same exact thing.
They sat up and scooted away from each other.
"Holy fuck, what the hell happened last night?" Mia asked.
"I think we got really trashed," Alan said.
"You think?"
She looked under the sheets and she wasn't wearing any underwear.
She dropped her head in shame.
"Oh my god," she said.
"I think these are yours," Phil said, handing her her underwear.
"Thanks."
She slipped them on and got up.
"Holy shit," she said when she saw the condition of the room.
Phil stood up, bare-chested and sat down on the couch, grabbing a Monster from the coffee table.
"What the fuck happened last night?" he asked.
"Obviously, we fucked," Mia said.
Taylor walked down the stairs.
"What's up everyone?" she asked, sitting down next to Phil. "Wow this place is trashed."
Mia was pacing back and forth trying to remember what happened the night before.
"God I can't remember anything from last night," she said.
"Where did you get that ring?" Taylor asked.
Mia looked down at her finger and what looked like an engagement ring was on it.
"Oh…" she started hyperventilating and Taylor had to calm her down.
"Who did you marry?"
"Hey Phil has a band on his finger too," Alan said.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"I married my history professor? I need…" without finishing her sentence Mia walked upstairs.
She came back down fully dressed with a paper bag in her hand.
"We're going to get this annulled, let's go."
She grabbed Phil's hand and pulled him out of the room.
An hour later they were no longer married.
"I cannot believe this happened," she said as she walked downstairs after showering.
"Mia can we talk?" Phil asked.
She had already calmed down from this morning and was now just waiting for the hotel to tell her the damage costs.
"Yeah."
They walked into Phil's room and sat down.
"I found this camera and there are a lot of pictures in here of us."
"Can I look please?"
He handed her the camera and she started going through the pictures. He saw her lip start to quiver after some of them and when she was done she simply put the camera down and wiped her eyes.
"I can't believe I did those things," she said.
"Mia I swear I never took advantage of you. I can't remember anything that happened yesterday either."
At that moment Doug walked into the room.
"It was Alan; he accidentally put Roofies in the Jager instead of ecstasy."
"Roofies? He slipped us the date rape drug?" Mia asked.
"Mia, calm down," Phil said.
"I married and fucked my history professor because his idiot friend confused two drugs?"
Again she started hyperventilating.
"I can't be here anymore. You guys can stay the extra night but I don't want be here. I'll see you on Monday Professor Wenneck."
She got up and within ten minutes she and Taylor were gone.
"Dude…" Doug started.
"I don't want to hear it man," Phil said. "Let's just get the fuck out of here."
Doug nodded and they left back to L.A.
That night all Phil could think about was Mia. He had kept the camera and kept looking at the pictures over and over again. The way he looked at her in those pictures said something to him. He felt differently about her and now couldn't wait to see her on Monday.
"Mia I'm sorry about what happened this weekend," Taylor said.
It was Sunday night and Mia really hadn't spoken much since they got back from Vegas.
"You don't need to apologize."
"I should have never invited them to the room in the first place."
"It's fine Taylor, really."
"Are you going to be ok at school?"
"Yeah, you don't have to worry about me."
"All right. Want to hang out once you get out of class tomorrow?"
"Sure."
"Ok well I'm going to lunch with Stu."
"What?"
"Yeah, apparently we really did hit it off."
"Congratulations."
Taylor smiled.
"So just call me when you're out and I'm sure I'll be out too."
"Ok."
Taylor gave Mia a big hug and showed herself out.
Before falling asleep Mia promised herself she wasn't going to let this thing with Phil bother her. She was a big girl and smart enough to not let something this dumb get to her.
Phil got to the school campus bright and early Monday morning. He had a 7:30 AM lecture that went on until 10 and then a break before his American History class which was the class Mia was in.
He walked across the quad, still recovering from the weekend's events.
Only his luck would have him run into Mia.
"Mia!" he said a little too loud.
"Hi Professor Wenneck, I mean Phil."
"You guys get back here ok on Saturday?"
"Yeah, and you?"
"Everything was fine."
"And the wedding?"
"Beautiful."
"Good."
Phil looked Mia up and down and noticed her outfit was different than the ones she usually wore. Today she was in a light blue floral patterned dress with a black jacket on top. She was wearing black wedges and her hair was straight.
"You look good today," he blurted out.
She looked down at herself.
"Oh thanks. Taylor said she would kill me if she caught me dressing the way I was before so I decided to go back to the way I was before."
"Before? You mean you haven't always been a nerd?" Phil realized what he said. "I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed to come out like that."
"Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I'm a nerd. I used to dress like this every day of my life and I still managed to be my high school valedictorian. I never really cared what I looked like when I came to school because there's nobody I care about here. Now that Taylor is back though she's making sure I never dress like a normal college student again. I'm proud that I'm a nerd."
Wow, Mia standing up for herself like that impressed him, not to mention it was sexy.
"I'm sorry Mia and you're right, just because you're smart doesn't mean you're a nerd and I really admire the way you think."
She adjusted the books in her hands.
"Thank you."
"Hey do you want to grab a cup of coffee with me?"
"You know I have to get to my English Lit class so…"
"Oh yeah, totally."
She nodded and walked around him.
"I'll see you later," she said.
"Yeah, later."
He watched her walk off and kicked the ground.
"Oh fuck, I really fucked this up," he said before starting to the campus Starbucks.
Mia went straight into school mode the second she walked into her English class. She noticed everyone staring at her but she didn't pay any attention to them.
Once class was done she walked across campus to her history class.
"Whoa," Adam said out loud when she walked into class.
Every boy followed her with their eyes as she walked to her seat and once she was sitting they flocked around her.
"Hey Mia," Adam said.
He was a good-looking guy in a very Jonas brother type of way.
"Hi Adam."
"You look mighty fine today."
"Thanks."
"Mia I think we're doing a partner project today, you think you want to be my partner?" Eddie asked.
"Dude I was going to ask her," Jason said, pushing Eddie softly.
"Beat you to it."
Normally a girl would be flattered to have all this male attention but it was something Mia dealt with all throughout high school and right now found it annoying.
Phil walked into his history class and saw every guy hanging around Mia's desk almost like the girls did when he was there. He had to admit that he got a little jealous seeing all those boneheads around her. Mia was simply sitting in the middle of them all looking forward while the guys argued about something.
"Hey guys," he called. "You think you can give the girl some space?"
The boys parted like the Red Sea and pulled chairs up to sit around Mia.
"I see you boys have a new seating arrangement, that's cute," Phil said sending the girls in the class into a fit of giggles. "Anyways I want you guys to come on up and turn in your papers then I'll talk about the project."
The shuffling of papers filled the room and every student made their way up to Phil.
"Hey Mia can I talk to you for a second?" he asked before she went back to her desk.
"Sure."
He walked out of the classroom and she followed.
"Look I noticed every guy suddenly wants to be around you and I know they're all going to want to be your partner so is there anyone in particular you want to work with?"
"If possible can I just not work with anyone? I work better alone and all those guys are complete idiots and I really don't want to waste my time with them."
"Yeah sure but you know if you say you're alone then they're going to fight to get with you. Why don't you just say you'll be working with me?"
"Because that wouldn't sound fair."
"We'll tell them you're working on a topic that requires extra assistance. Don't worry about it; I'll be sure to take care of it."
"Ok."
They walked back into the class.
"Ok so for the project. You all are going to pick an important even in U.S. History and completely dissect it. You'll have to do a visual presentation as well as a written report. The following are the topics you can pick from. Boston Tea Party, Plymouth Rock, American Revolution, Trail of Tears, The Great Depression, Civil Way and the Civil Rights Movement. Go ahead and pick your partners then think of which topic you'd like to use."
Every guy turned to Mia.
"Mia will you be my partner?" Adam and Eddie asked.
Phil walked up to the table.
"Actually boys since there is an odd number of students in the class and Mia is going to do the American Revolution she's going to be working alongside me."
"What? That's not fair," Stacey said. "Why does she get first pick?"
"Because she got to me before you guys did."
"But she never said she wanted it."
"Yeah I did, you must have missed me tell him," Mia said.
She got up and walked over to Phil's desk, propping herself up on it.
Phil leaned next to her and let his eyes wander from her face all the way down to her legs. When he noticed what he was doing he stood up straight and shook his head.
'Why am I checking her out?! Snap out it man.'
Mia turned to him.
"You don't have to help me with anything."
"American Revolution is a broad topic. Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm majoring in American history for a reason, I live for this stuff."
She jumped off the desk.
"I'm going to head out early if you don't mind. I'm going to need to spend a couple of hours in the library."
She walked to her desk and picked up her purse and books.
"Where are you going Mia?" Adam asked.
"Library."
"I'll go with you."
"No, you won't," she said bluntly.
She walked out of the classroom and left every boy in a daze.
Phil started class but realized about half an hour in that all he wanted was to be with Mia.
"Guys class is going to be cut short today. Go work on your projects."
He hastily picked up his bag and hurried out the door.
Mia was sitting alone at a table in the library when a bag was dropped next to her. She looked up and there was Phil with a smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I thought I could help you."
"I told you I don't need any help," Mia said, her tone strong.
"But I want to…"
"You think I don't see what you're doing? You're just as bad as those guys in class, maybe worse." she started packing up her things. "The only reason you're taking a second look at me is because I dress differently. I'm still the same person I was last week. You know that nerd you just hated to talk to?" she stood up. "I only let people who respect me for the person I am, no matter what I look like, in my life. You're nothing but a shallow asshole and I will never respect someone like you."
She walked away leaving Phil in awe. Never had a girl spoken to him that way and for the first time he was going to have to work for to get the girl he wanted.