grabs my arm, before I can get off of the bed. “Just hear me out.” She pleads, squeezing my arm. I press my lips together and look over at her. “I’ll be right by your side the entire time . I promise!” - she assures me. “You know as well as I do - that there’ll be tons of people there. The best part is that he’ll probably be too drunk to do anything about it.” She stops abruptly, tapping her index finger against her chin. “Wait a minute. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
“What? Why not?” I was just starting to warm up to the idea. I especially like the part about him being too drunk, to do anything.
She has her brows creased, deep in thought. “Well, if he’s that drunk, he may not even remember you dumping his ass. Then all of this will have been a complete waste of time. ”
I shrug my shoulders. “We’ll just have to work on our timing.” Holy hell! I’m so desperate to get away from the guy; I’m willing to risk it. “You know, go late enough so he’s been drinking, but early enough, that he’s not totally wasted.” Yea h, this could actually work. Now I’m the one with the stupid grin.
CHAPTER 5
TRENT
Yep, it’s official. I’ve turned into a creepy stalker dude. I have done nothing the past few days, except think of her. She fills every minute, hell, every second of my day. I’ve lost track on how many cold showers I’ve taken. My wrist is starting to get sore. I still can’t believe she’s right here on campus. How have I not come across her sooner? I haven’t missed the irony in all of this. I’m definitely a fuck-them-and-leave-them kind of guy. So, how funny is it - that I’m now obsessed with someone named Karma? Of all fucking names! Who in the hell names their daughter Karma? I shake my head, and take a drink of luke warm beer. That’s right, no liquor for me tonight. I need to keep a clear head, and a sharp eye.
I step out of the house and scan the lawn. For the first time in – well ever, I’m actually looking for that dumbass, Aaron. Who would have thought? Sure as hell not me! I’ve just hit an all new low. But, if Karma is here, she’ll definitely be with him, the mother fucker! As big of an asshole as he is, I know he wouldn’t let her roam around here on her own. She’s way too beautiful for that. All of the guys would be all over her in a heartbeat.
After a couple of trips around the fire, I come to the conclusion that he must still be inside. As this sinks into my skull, I freeze. If he’s still inside with a full blown party going on, then he’s definitely not alone. Fuck me! He probably has her in his bed, right now. I squeeze the plastic cup so hard, it cracks, spilling beer down the front of my shirt. Mother fucker! He doesn’t deserve her.
I slam my fist against a tree, on my way back towards the house. I have to get all of this anger out, now! Unfortunately, Aaron isn’t around. I’d much rather take it out on him.
I shake my head several times. It’s throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I don’t give a shit.
Once I’m in my room, I jerk my shirt off, and grab a clean one. I force myself to sit down on my bed. I need to calm down, and keep a clear head. If I go back out there… oh, who am I kidding? I’m definitely going back. If there’s a chance of seeing her again, I’m definitely going to do it.
Several moans stops me outside of Aaron’s room. I lean my head against the doorframe and clutch my hands into fists. He’s definitely got her in his bed, and I’m some fucking loser, spying on them. “Oh, Aaron. Yes, yes, yes, I’m com…” Her cries fade, and my heart plummets into my stomach. It should be my name she’s calling. He’s not the one
Sally Warner; Illustrated by Brian Biggs