Finally making it to campus, I looked at my watch and I see it's still early. I have nothing to do and I certainly don't want to go back to my room. As I was walking towards Morgan Hall so I could see if Finch wanted to grab some junk from the 7-11. I hear a motorcycle pull up behind me. I see Travis and that slutty brunette.
"Call me Travis," she sang as she hopped off his bike.
"I don't think so. You aren't my type" Travis replied.
I laughed under my breath and I was looking for my keys in my and as I was struggling looking for the key the bimbo walked off to the parking lot and jumped into her car and drove away. I saw Travis staring at me. He had a smug grin on his face I rolled my eyes and continued to look for my keys. I heard the stomping of his boots and jingle of his keys coming towards me. I felt frozen in my place.
"What's the deal pigeon? You stalking me?" He playfully asked.
"Are you serious? I live here dick." I sneered at him.
He busted out in a heavy laugh. "Oh shit, I've never been called a dick before. Have I charmed you tonight or what? You called me asshole and dick. I have to admit it's turning me on"
I rolled my eyes once again to dismiss him. The last thing I needed is Travis trying to talk to me. I continued to ignore him, I heard him spark a lighter, as I glanced from the corner of my eye he was lighting his cigarette. As I was looking for my keys he snatches my purse.
"Hey! Give it back" I demanded
"I don't think so until you apologize to me."
"I'm not apologizing to you. You're the one pushing me to edge"
He smiles with a wide grin "Is that so? Well maybe you should come back with me to my house."
"Dream on." I muttered as I snatched my purse back and unlocked the door I could see him smiling through the glass and in a few seconds Travis disappeared into the dark and I heard nothing but the humming of his motorcycle.
I entered my room only to find Kara passed out on her bed with her face smashed into some textbook. I take off my shoes and blouse and get ready for bed. I hear my phone just buzzing against the stuff in my purse, I decide to ignore it and just jump into bed. I just wanted to rid Travis off my mind.
I wake up to hear Kara yelling my name. "Abby! Its America"
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and walk over to the door to open it and it's America just leaning against the doorframe "Rise and shine chickie poo!"
"Shut the hell up America" Kara hollers as she throws a pen at her
"Whoa! Someone needs some sunshine and coffee" America sings
"Whatever." Kara gets up and grabs her toiletries bag and storms off into the hall.
"Anyways, fuck her. Um did you not get my text last night?" America drills me
Yawning and climbing back into bed "No, I was too busy falling asleep"
"Really Abby? Anyways Travis wants to see you. That's why I texted you last night, you impressed him so much that when he got in he was begging me to tell him who you were"
"Get real America, he can beat his last brain cells into oblivion for all I care. I wouldn't want to converse with that meathead."
"Abby, why are you acting like that? You have to admit he is looker."
"I give you that he is cute but getting involved romantically isn't something I want right now."
America comes into my bed and under the covers she goes to hug me. "Is it because you think you deserves worse than Travis?"
"No. I just don't think I'm worthy of anyone. For Christ sakes America it's like like eight in the morning and I don't have class today must you bother me?"
America laughing at me "Nope, I wanted to come and bother you and to make you get up so we can go get crepes and coffee with Finch!"
"Fine! I give up you really are incorrigible America you know that?"
"I do. Now get your ass up chickie poo! Let's seize the day"
Saturday is in motion I sit in Americas Honda with the window down; I feel the wind graze my face and Finch sitting in the back humming to some song on the radio. Hiding behind my sunglasses I'm looking for an excuse to get some extra shuteye.
"I was thinking maybe we can hit the mall and get some clothes and go dancing tonight. Shep and Travis want to go."
"Oh hell America. I don't want to anything. I was actually thinking that maybe we could rent movies and just chill out. Noting too heavy." I complain
"Abby! I'm sure Finch wants to ruffle his feathers too." America says as she looks into the review mirror to get Finch's attention.
"Yea, come on Abby we can dance together and maybe we'll get new boy toys." Finch responded cheerfully
"No that's ok Finch. I'll be happier in the room tonight catching up on my sleep, Also Kara won't be there."
"Come on Abby, you don't know what you'll be missing. Get the total Eastern experience." America piped in.
After a few hours of wandering the mall and modeling dresses and pigging out on huge pretzels, I had made up my mind and decided to go ahead and go out with America and Finch. I had settled on a silver and black tube dress and silver glitter platforms. America thought a hot pink mini skirt was all she needed along with a half arm of glitzy black and silver bangles. Finch just laughed the entire time he described our shopping adventure as a scene from Madonna's past videos.
Walking and peering into the store window I seen a hot red vixen dress, looked like it was from a pin-up. I felt someone behind me and ignoring the feeling I look up and in the reflection of the window I seen Travis.
"What the hell?" I mutter
"Oh what happened to Hell-Oh" Travis replied amusingly
"Hello. There. Good-Bye" I brushed him off. Last thing I wanted was to talk to him.
"Wait a minute. Why are you acting like such a bitch? I did nothing wrong but mess with you, I just want to be civil" Travis holds up his hands in that moment.
I sigh with irritation if this is the only way I can get him to leave me alone.
"You just rub me wrong is all, we didn't exactly have the greatest first meeting. And you ruined my favorite sweater."
"I can buy you another one."
"That's not the point. Ugh God you irritate me" responding aggravated I'm turning the around to go ahead meet up with America in the next store. Travis whispered something "What did you say?"
"Nothing Pidge, catch you later." he spoke softly and walked away without looking at me. A lot of unfinished business but I'm not going to acknowledge him. He keeps calling me Pigeon. I find it highly annoying. I walk into the next store where I see America picking out tops and trying to decide how many she should get.
Later on the ride home, the sky was turning sherbet and clouds were fading. It meant that the day was soon ending and I would soon be in the arms of a guy or maybe Finch. I smile thinking maybe I should push myself to date. Jesse was my everything before moving to go to school. He didn't take the news very nicely, last we talked he told me to go hell and that he was glad I was going away since I held him back. I shudder at the memories; America wanted to make sure that I at least try to dating scene. But it just isn't me. I'm more a commitment person.
Pulling up to Morgan Hall we see nothing but kids going in and out and trying to figure out plans for the big Saturday night. Since most of the freshmen were \eighteen they only had the option of hanging out at the square or going to dance at "StaX" a boring club that played 80's and now music. Nothing there appealed to me, the girls wearing jeans and school shirts. I grew up in the lights and glory of what Las Vegas had to offer. Luckily before coming to school America and me had fake ID's. Bringing them along I was going to be able to enjoy more of Eastern's festivities. Kegers, bar hopping and even dining and drinking would be no problem for me.
"Is that a dress or what?" America squeals
"Well you said we were going dancing." I respond. I had picked out a teal and pink ombre pencil dress along with glitter heels and my favorite chunky bracelets.
"Imagine all the guys you are going to drive wild at the Red Door." As she checked me out. Making me feel embarrassed.
"I suppose, it's not like I'm looking to get far with anyone. I seen Travis at the mall today"
"Really? What happened?" America leaned into my response like if my words were magic.
"Nothing. I happen to be looking at a red dress and I seen him in the glare of the window. He says he wants to be friends but I'm unsure if I could let that happen. He doesn't seem like he can be a friend to anyone. Plus I'm trying to get away from guys like him"
America looked into her make-up bag she grumbled, "You need to stop judging everyone base on what that ass Jesse did. Look he has you already sizing up people. Travis to me looks cute, but whatever its all you Abby. Just please be nice."
"Nice? What does that mean" I asked her suspiciously
America smiled suspiciously "it means be NICE, since Travis and Shep are picking us up."
"MARE! Why you would you do that?"
"Duh stupid, I want to drink. I don't want to drive. Plus I think Finch wanted to borrow my car, in case he has company" she smirked as she applied her lipstick.
America looked incredible in her gold and black sheer top and gold studded bra and black skinny jeans. She had her hair pulled to the side in curls and we were ready to show this town we were ready to move on and I was ready to try and open my heart.
I felt nervous. I knew now why after America told me Travis and Shep would be escorting us. At that moment my cell phone lit up and it read "Jesee" I contemplated about answering.
"Who is it?" America asked.
I put my finger to my mouth to indicate for her to be quiet.
"Hello?"
"Whats up baby?" Jesse asked softly
"Nothing much getting ready to go out"
"Oh now that we broke up you think you can scan the world or what?"
"Jesse, it's not even like that. Remember you dumped me. Well anyways what do you want?"
"Oh Yea, I'm in town. Yup I'm near Eastern, I'm staying at a hotel, can I come see you or what?"
I looked nervously at America, but I can already sense she knew what Jesse was asking for. She motioned her head no. I nodded my head as to tell her I already know.
"No"
"No, why the fuck not?"
"Jesse, you are and I are done. You made that very clear a few weeks ago and calling me all kinds of names in the book."
"I was pissed, I don't understand why you couldn't stay in Vegas."
"I can't believe you. You know why I couldn't stay" I cried.
"I'm coming over."
The line went dead. "Oh shit America he said he was coming over." I grab my purse. "Tell Shepley to haul his ass over here now!"
America immediately jumped on her phone telling Shepley to haul it over to Morgan as fast as he could. Grabbing the keys and my coat. I just prayed that this night wouldn't put me back into my old ways.