Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Just then, my friend Chad caught up to us and threw his arm around my shoulders with a grin. “Close fucking call, last night, bro. You good?”
“What do you mean?” I frowned at him at sea.
I need to get the hell out of here. I had to go somewhere to be alone, so I could process what I’d just learned. Chad brought my attention back to him before I could freak the fuck out.
“Your creeper. You don’t remember? Dude, she was all over you, and for once, you didn’t seem to mind.” I shook my head, and he went on to tell me some fucked up shit that I had no memory of but was making me sicker to my gut with every word.
According to him, I’d left the bar with Susie after seeming totally out of it after only three beers, which everyone who knew me knew was a joke. I’m no alcoholic, but three beers have never put me under. Especially not the way I usually pace myself.
I tried to see it unfold as he told the story, but nothing was coming, which only made me feel worst. Of all the bullshit I’d done in the last few weeks, this one took the cake. I’d reached my lowest, and I knew it. I thought of my parents, and the disappointment in myself was wrenching.
“Henderson and I were laughing our asses off. I thought she’d finally worn you down after all her wasted efforts, but something about the way you were moving didn’t look right to me, so I got a few of the guys to follow you out.”
I was breaking out in a sweat just listening to him, and when he got to the next part, I almost puked up whatever was left in me from the night before. I thought this shit only happened in the movies.
“When we saw her trying to get you into her car, bro, the way you kept resisting, I knew we had to step in. If it was anyone else but her, I probably would’ve left it alone, something to joke about in the locker room later, you know. But nah, that shit was off.”
According to Chad, after they confronted her, she put up a fight and had a bitch fit, but they, knowing how I felt about her ass, didn’t let up and got me away from her and back to my dorm. Thank fuck my boys had my back. I’ll have to make it up to them. They have no idea what fate they’d saved me from.
“Thanks, bro; I owe you one.” I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t remember shit about any of this and was still working hard to bring the night back into focus. While I was trying to get my bearings after what sounded like a close call with date rape, Chad brought clueless Steve up to date with the Susie situation.
By this point, Steve’s mouth was hanging way the fuck down to his chest, and his eyes were about to leave his head. Me, I was pissed the fuck off. I clenched my fists at my sides and talked myself down from the pending rage.
CODY
Susie, as Chad inferred, is a creeper stalker, whatever the fuck. On my first day here, she kinda latched onto me. First, it started out innocent enough, the usual getting to know you bullshit.
I was mildly interested because she was hot, but like I said, when I first landed that first year, I was all about school. Being the first one in the family on either side to make it to university, I’d made a solemn vow to make it and give back to my parents. So as much as I would’ve liked to give her what she was after, I had to pass.
That didn’t stop her from trying, though. She friended me on Facebook, followed me on Instagram, and on every other social media network that I was on. I should’ve known she was fucked in the head when she went back three years to like all my Facebook pictures, like what the fuck? Who does that shit?
Then she started showing up everywhere I was, butting into everything I did. It was harmless enough, I guess, or so I told myself. After all, I’m a pretty fit guy who can look out for myself.
But she was persistent, bordering on annoying. That shit went on almost daily for the first year with no letup. But it’s when she started showing up in my bed uninvited that I took the blinders off.
I told her in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t interested, and had I been, her actions would’ve killed any interest I had a long time ago. That should’ve been enough and would’ve been with a normal person, but not her.