III.

                                    

                                          
            
                          
Berlin didn't leave with us last night. In fact she left before us but insisted she'd be at my room to meet me for breakfast.
                          
It's currently noon.
                          
I contemplate ditching the plan but McKenzie was really looking forward to meeting up so I told her that I'd bring Berlin down.
                          
So now I'm standing in front of her door hesitating to knock. I don't want her to be irritated if I knock.
                          
Instead, the door flies open and someone stumbles out, colliding into me.
                          
The guy looks disgruntled at first, but then smiles at me.
                          
A dimpled smile. It's the bartender from last night.
                          
Even I'm not that naive to see what's going on. And it's awkward.
                          
All the blood rushes to my ears causing a deafening tinnitus.
                          
Berlin leans against the doorway and greets me with a grin. "Hey girl, can I meet you in the cafeteria?"
                          
I repeatedly open and close my mouth, trying to form words through my embarrassed state.
                          
This isn't weird to her? Having some guy you just met creep out of your room. Is it normal? This is what normal people do now, hook up with guys they've just met.
                          
Maybe they were just studying together. Innocent stuff like that. Yes, that's comforting. They were just studying together.
                          
"That was the bartender from last night." I state the complete obvious because I'm still flabbergasted.
                          
"Yes. It. Was." He tone insinuates something scandalous.
                          
Oh god.
                          
"Let me tell you something. Things got wild..."
                          
I'm not having this talk. "I'll see you in a few." I walk away briskly.
                          
Alexis and I don't talk about the details of her private life, but I know things are happening. As for me, the only thing that's happening in my private life is constant Netflix-binging.
                          
Speaking of which, I think they are putting the second season of one of my favorite shows on the lineup.
                          
Once this fake friendship is over I'll get around to watching it.
                          
McKenzie meets me by the dorm's entrance and we trot to the café.
                          
"So guess who I saw dashing out of your dorm."
                          
Anyone that lives here. I quirk a questioning eyebrow at her.
                          
"The hot bartender."
                          
I look away from her. "Yeah he was in her room."
                          
"In her room, like naked?"
                          
I wonder if this counts as gossip.
                          
"I don't know. He was leaving when I got there." I try to smooth it over. I don't condone of gossip amongst a group of supposed-to-be friends. How much longer is this "friends" thing supposed to last?
                          
As I continue to ponder with the filth that mind is conjuring up, McKenzie almost knocks me onto the ground in time enough for a speeding unicycle rider to drift by. I don't know if I want to thank her or be mad.
                          
She looks flustered, almost scared for me.
                          
"Oh my goodness! He could have killed you!"
                          
"That's just Bryan." I say nonchalantly.
                          
"You know that bozo! Who the hell rides a unicycle around outside of the circus?" She yells.
                          
"Losers." I quip curtly.