Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
The day dragged on.
By the time my classes were over, I was exhausted. Sarah was still pressuring me over text to go to that party. It was happening at a local girl's house, Amy, who was Maria's best friend. Everyone was supposed to pick a date. Maria was going with a guy named Jason, and Sarah was bringing me.
I wasn't exactly excited.
I took the stairs up to my floor two at a time, hoping I could find something cooler to wear before heading over to Sarah's building. We were all going in my impala, because I was the only one who owned a car.
All throughout high school, Sarah and I had never been partiers. On an average Saturday night, we could usually be found in her apartment, watching some movie with a bowl of popcorn between us.
But parties, according to Sarah, were a staple of college life. And so, to a party we were going.
The bathroom door was closed when I let myself into the room, but I could hear some movement inside, so I thought it best to announce my presence. "It's, uh, it's me!" I called. "I'm just about to head back out!"
Great, Michael's here, I thought. The last thing I needed was one of his absurd remarks right now.
I headed to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before I left. I'd gotten lunch in the cafeteria earlier, but none of it looked very appetizing. And drinking on an empty stomach was never a good idea.
I was opening the lid of a jar of peanut butter, yawning into one hand, when suddenly my eyes bugged out of my head.
Standing in the doorway was a short, topless brunette, her hazel eyes bleary as she stumbled into the kitchen.
"Shit," I hissed.
Her eyes landed on me and she shrieked, one hand flying to cover her chest while the other clung to the doorframe.
I quickly averted my eyes. "S-Sorry," I addressed the floor. "Shit, what are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" she snapped back.
From my view of the floor, I could see her thin, smooth ankles and bright red toenails. Cautiously, I let my gaze inch up to her snooty expression, ruby lipstick smeared, arms crossed over her chest.
Not much to hide there, I thought. The girl was probably an A cup at best.
A thin, lacy pair of black panties dipped low on her straight hips. I caught a glimpse of her pubic hair, shaped into a landing strip, before forcing my eyes away. "Um- uh-" I could barely spit the words out. "I-I live here. Did you think I was Michael?"
"No," she giggled. "He's here too." Then she did something odd. She raised both her hands and curled them into a sort of claw shape, like a cat, then hissed at me and pranced away.
What the fuck?
I stormed out of the kitchen to see Michael leaning against the wall, a crooked smirk on his face. "Um, excuse me!" I yelled. "Why is there a naked hissing girl in the kitchen?"
His eyes darkened. "You looking at my girlfriend naked, freshie?"
My jaw dropped. "Why is your... girlfriend naked? In my kitchen!"
"It's my kitchen too," he said. "My girlfriend can be naked wherever she likes." He gripped the little brunette by her elbow and turned her around. "Kitty, sweetheart, I want you to meet Benjamin. Or as I like to call him, Ben Dover."
Kitty made a clawing motion at me and flounced past us into the bathroom. I crinkled my nose as I caught a whiff of her flowery perfume.
"Kitty doesn't take kindly to strangers," he explained.