There are times when I am struck with an unsquashable urge to hit the loudest person in my vicinity. A five mile radius works just fine though — I'm not picky about my definitions. This would be one of those times.
Odd Della Robbia can be a great person, really. He's funny (at least when the subject of the joke does not concern me and my infatuation for a certain football player), has a penchant for random sex facts, and he's also good for distracting a teacher into oblivion so I can get away to Lyoko. Though he may have various talents such as these, not all of them are appreciated at all times. Such as yelling so loud I wonder absently if risking another hangover and drinking myself into wonderful, wonderful peace would be a good enough tradeoff.
I don't have time to contemplate this for long though. Jeremie comes over, sauntering (what?) with a smirk (double what?) and carrying a pink bunny (triple what?). It's a generic one. You might find it at the nearest convenience store when picking yourself up a beer or two for peace from Odd. Jeremie's never struck me as the pink bunny type, so I stand up straighter and force myself to pay attention to the real world for a few seconds. Even if it means braving Odd's obnoxious yelling.
"Nice bunny," Odd says gleefully.
Jeremie blushes at the same time I see Aelita heading towards us across the campus. Her pink hair has a few clips mish-mashed into it, and are those...hickeys?
"Jeremie," I say. "Where were you last night? And don't even think of lying or running." I warn as I see a dreamy look flash over his sharp features (you see, Jeremie really is pretty...hot, my tastes just run more towards the athletic). Oh no he doesn't. He better not be.
"I wasn't!" He protests.
"Really?" I say.
"Really, I swear I was not thinking of lying. At all."
It's okay. I'm a faster runner than him anyway. That's one thing I can thank my strict Asian parents for. Years upon years upon years of track, since if I didn't do any extracurriculars, no worthy university would ever have accepted me.
"Okay, Einstein, whatever you say." Odd calms down enough to speak under ninety decibels. Thank God.
"So? Where were you?" I say.
He blushes again, but this time keeps eye contact with me. "Aelita and I, er, may have...been together."
"In bed?" Odd wiggles his eyebrows.
The meaning is not lost on Jeremie. Somehow, though, the damn boy manages to blush with tact. "Ma-aybe."
"Hah! I knew it. Now I have to go find Alain. He owes me fifty euros!"
"What?" Jeremie and I exchange nervous glances.
"Fifty euros?" Aelita exclaims. Somehow, she has snuck up on us. And somehow, though this doesn't really come as a surprise, she's a step ahead of all of us. "Odd made a bet with Alain on how long it would take Jeremie and I to do the dirty deed." She puts quotes around the last two words and makes a disgusted face. "I'm disappointed in you, Odd."
"And I'm fifty euros richer. What. Ever." Odd grins and dashes away.
"How can he run that fast?" I marvel. "I'd almost bet a hundred euros that he had five beers yesterday. He should be hungover in bed right now."
"Beats me." Jeremie shrugs. He and Aelita are looking at each other like that again. Like how they did when I knew yesterday was the night they were going to finally jump each other. Ew. I'm definitely getting out of here.
"Um, bye guys. I have to finish up some homework I, uh, left in my dorm. Yeah, homework. Homework for English. Bye!" I know from Jeremie's and Aelita's amused faces that I haven't done a very good job of lying, but they seem pretty happy anyway. People in like tend to be a lot more forgiving.
...Or have they made the jump from in like to in love already? Because oh, boy, this might be more serious than I thought. I don't have time to finish that thought though because I seriously have homework I need to finish, and according to my new watch, I also have a lecture in exactly fifty-four minutes. It's time to hurry myself up, so I can guarantee some free time this night. After all, for a university girl, Friday nights are never boring.
Hey. This is a new project I'm working on, since my mind bounces around so much. I've been wanting to write a lighthearted story for ages, actually, and this opportunity presented itself. There won't be any written sex here, since I'm still underage, and I personally feel uncomfortable writing them. There will be implied sex though, and swearing, and 'big-kid words', hah. But I'm not a big-time swearer in real life, and this story will reflect that.
If you do feel like reviewing, I have a burning question: Any suggestions for the title? The first title I thought of was 'College Catastrophes', but it's a tad too cheesy for my taste. And besides, colleges ≠ universities, though it was a good try on my part...hah. Then I came up with the current one I have now. It means 'In Insanity' in Latin. Totally fits the theme of this story, but I'm not sure if it really 'fits' (if I'm making any sense). Ack!
So, there you go. If you hated it/was 'meh' about it/liked it/loved it/want to shoot me for ever thinking of this idea, I'd be very appreciative of your thoughts. But whatever you want, I'm fine with it. Favourites, alerts, reviews, no reviews, etc are welcome. I'm pretty much good with anything. :) It makes me happy if you've even read a chapter. Happy Wednesday! — Sartruce