brandijane
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Fuck college boys. Fuck college, and fuck boys, and fuck it all. Fuck everything, and especially, fuck being interesting. Fuck you, too.
Three weeks ago, I was boring. I was a virgin, I'd never even kissed a boy. I had never had more than a couple of sips of wine. I'd never been on my own, and I was rolling my eyes at my Dad's stupid jokes as he helped me move my stuff into my dorm room. I was happy, even if I didn't know it.
That was the day I met Christy. My roommate. The one who told me I had to drink to be popular. The one who told me I had to put out if I wanted a boyfriend. The one who got me dressed in these stupid little shorts and low cut tops to begin with. The one who introduced me to Jack.
Jack was the coolest guy in the world. We went out to the lake and it was all romantic. He fed me rum and coke until I could barely see straight and he told me how cool it was to meet a girl who could just hang without being all needy. I let him do what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I'd never get a boyfriend if I didn't put out, after all. For three weeks I was his plaything. I did whatever he wanted. I dropped everything to run to his dorm to suck his dick. I wanted to keep my boyfriend happy, after all.
Then last night, I have the nerve to knock on his door uninvited. I heard moaning. I tried the door, and there he was, with some blonde on his cock. Then tonight, when I try to talk to him, he blows me off. He tells me I’m being a bitch, I’m crowding him. He tells me I’m a slut. He tells me I’m too needy. Well fuck you, Jack.
Me and Cap’n Morgan are having our own thing tonight. The whole world is spinning, and everytime I think I’ve cried it out, another wave comes. I hate college. I hate men. I hate myself. Yeah, I hate you too. The worst thing? I’m fucking horny. I stumble out of my room and prop myself up on the wall in the hallway. I think it’s late. It’s quiet. I don’t want to be alone. Captain Morgan is a shitty conversationalist.
I hear music coming from the net hall, so I head that way. The music stops, and a voice replaces it, a DJ talking. A radio DJ. I frown and push the door open. I see boots. Thick work pants. I wonder if I’ve fallen down, and then I realize he’s on a ladder. One of the maintenance guys, fixing something in the ceiling. He’s got a little radio on his cart.
“Hey,” I say. “You wan ha aruman cowimme?”
Fuck college boys. Fuck college, and fuck boys, and fuck it all. Fuck everything, and especially, fuck being interesting. Fuck you, too.
Three weeks ago, I was boring. I was a virgin, I'd never even kissed a boy. I had never had more than a couple of sips of wine. I'd never been on my own, and I was rolling my eyes at my Dad's stupid jokes as he helped me move my stuff into my dorm room. I was happy, even if I didn't know it.
That was the day I met Christy. My roommate. The one who told me I had to drink to be popular. The one who told me I had to put out if I wanted a boyfriend. The one who got me dressed in these stupid little shorts and low cut tops to begin with. The one who introduced me to Jack.
Jack was the coolest guy in the world. We went out to the lake and it was all romantic. He fed me rum and coke until I could barely see straight and he told me how cool it was to meet a girl who could just hang without being all needy. I let him do what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I'd never get a boyfriend if I didn't put out, after all. For three weeks I was his plaything. I did whatever he wanted. I dropped everything to run to his dorm to suck his dick. I wanted to keep my boyfriend happy, after all.
Then last night, I have the nerve to knock on his door uninvited. I heard moaning. I tried the door, and there he was, with some blonde on his cock. Then tonight, when I try to talk to him, he blows me off. He tells me I’m being a bitch, I’m crowding him. He tells me I’m a slut. He tells me I’m too needy. Well fuck you, Jack.
Me and Cap’n Morgan are having our own thing tonight. The whole world is spinning, and everytime I think I’ve cried it out, another wave comes. I hate college. I hate men. I hate myself. Yeah, I hate you too. The worst thing? I’m fucking horny. I stumble out of my room and prop myself up on the wall in the hallway. I think it’s late. It’s quiet. I don’t want to be alone. Captain Morgan is a shitty conversationalist.
I hear music coming from the net hall, so I head that way. The music stops, and a voice replaces it, a DJ talking. A radio DJ. I frown and push the door open. I see boots. Thick work pants. I wonder if I’ve fallen down, and then I realize he’s on a ladder. One of the maintenance guys, fixing something in the ceiling. He’s got a little radio on his cart.
“Hey,” I say. “You wan ha aruman cowimme?”
