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saw her in the hallways, lounge, visiting other dorms, but never in a classroom. I was sure she did attend class–– otherwise how could she possibly live on campus–– but it was the running joke amongst us anyway.
Emma was the complete opposite of Carmen, but they got along like margaritas and nachos. Emma’s full name, Emma Burton, reminded everyone of the Spice Girl Emma Bunton, and weirdly enough, they could pass as twins. Both Emma’s were petite, blonde, and had killer blue eyes. The nickname Baby Spice suited our Emma perfectly, and we treated her like our fragile, innocent daughter. Well, our twenty-one year old fragile, innocent daughter who loved to drink and whose sex life could only be described as promiscuous. Emma could drink everyone ––except for Carmen–– under the table, and she loved her men. All of them.
We gathered in their room that Friday night, and both girls were already well on their way to becoming toasted. They were arguing about the pros and cons of buying a gigantic wedding dress. Odd convo, as both girls were very single.
“At my cousin’s wedding, she had to have two people lift up her dress to help her pee! Just what I want on my wedding day, someone other than mi amor to see mi muchacha!”
“But you’re supposed to be a vision on your wedding day. A big white vision of Barbie Doll bliss. I want people to be able to fit underneath my dress!”
“I want something slinky, showing off all the proper assets. My husband should look at me and think I’m fuckable, even in the church. Lo siento Dios!”
“Whoa, whoa, ladies! You have company.” I announced our arrival as we let ourselves in the unlocked door. “Emma, I’m with you on the big dress. Carmen, I’m not sure you’re supposed to look fuckable on your wedding day. Aren’t you supposed to look like a virgin?” I headed straight for the kitchen in search of our drinks.
“Nah, I’m with Carmen on this one. I’ll be going for a sultry Barbie when I take the plunge. Think silk, tight, and low cut. That’s my version of a perfect wedding dress,” Lila said, taking a seat on the brown leather ottoman, provided for by Carmen’s wealthy parents. Regular dorm furniture for their girl was not an option.
“Seeing as you’re the only one with a man in this room, you’ll probably be the first,” Emma said, taking a sip of her strawberry marg.
“And we’ll just be the single bridesmaids looking to get laid!” Carmen chimed in, causing all of us to laugh. Then quiet down as we thought about what she was saying. Would we all be single in a few years? Five years? Ten years? I quickly filled the rest of my glass with the regular margarita mix and took a big gulp, quickly ignoring my previous train of thought. The yummy yellow drink was ice cold yet warmed my belly. Much better.
Lila sighed, accepting her strawberry drink from me. “I don’t know about that, ladies. I fear it’s coming to an end for me and Joel.”
“Oh, come on. You say that, like, every other week and you’re still with him,” Emma said, taking the words out of my mouth. Lila was always complaining about Joel, but did nothing to change their relationship dynamic.
“I know, I know. But I have a feeling that something is about to change with us. Or maybe just me. I don’t know, but I don’t think we’ll last too much longer.”
We spent the rest of our girls’ night doing girly things–– dissecting Lila’s relationship, wondering who Emma would hook up with next, drinking way too many margaritas, and finally passing out in the living room. Not only could Lila and I not make it back up the two measly flights to our rooms, but Carmen and Emma couldn’t even make it back to their bedrooms. In all, another successful college night with the girls.
Chapter 3
The weekend passed like it usually did: relaxed, uneventful, and full of drinks. Lila spent most of the day with Joel, so I tackled items left on my weekly to-do
Emma was the complete opposite of Carmen, but they got along like margaritas and nachos. Emma’s full name, Emma Burton, reminded everyone of the Spice Girl Emma Bunton, and weirdly enough, they could pass as twins. Both Emma’s were petite, blonde, and had killer blue eyes. The nickname Baby Spice suited our Emma perfectly, and we treated her like our fragile, innocent daughter. Well, our twenty-one year old fragile, innocent daughter who loved to drink and whose sex life could only be described as promiscuous. Emma could drink everyone ––except for Carmen–– under the table, and she loved her men. All of them.
We gathered in their room that Friday night, and both girls were already well on their way to becoming toasted. They were arguing about the pros and cons of buying a gigantic wedding dress. Odd convo, as both girls were very single.
“At my cousin’s wedding, she had to have two people lift up her dress to help her pee! Just what I want on my wedding day, someone other than mi amor to see mi muchacha!”
“But you’re supposed to be a vision on your wedding day. A big white vision of Barbie Doll bliss. I want people to be able to fit underneath my dress!”
“I want something slinky, showing off all the proper assets. My husband should look at me and think I’m fuckable, even in the church. Lo siento Dios!”
“Whoa, whoa, ladies! You have company.” I announced our arrival as we let ourselves in the unlocked door. “Emma, I’m with you on the big dress. Carmen, I’m not sure you’re supposed to look fuckable on your wedding day. Aren’t you supposed to look like a virgin?” I headed straight for the kitchen in search of our drinks.
“Nah, I’m with Carmen on this one. I’ll be going for a sultry Barbie when I take the plunge. Think silk, tight, and low cut. That’s my version of a perfect wedding dress,” Lila said, taking a seat on the brown leather ottoman, provided for by Carmen’s wealthy parents. Regular dorm furniture for their girl was not an option.
“Seeing as you’re the only one with a man in this room, you’ll probably be the first,” Emma said, taking a sip of her strawberry marg.
“And we’ll just be the single bridesmaids looking to get laid!” Carmen chimed in, causing all of us to laugh. Then quiet down as we thought about what she was saying. Would we all be single in a few years? Five years? Ten years? I quickly filled the rest of my glass with the regular margarita mix and took a big gulp, quickly ignoring my previous train of thought. The yummy yellow drink was ice cold yet warmed my belly. Much better.
Lila sighed, accepting her strawberry drink from me. “I don’t know about that, ladies. I fear it’s coming to an end for me and Joel.”
“Oh, come on. You say that, like, every other week and you’re still with him,” Emma said, taking the words out of my mouth. Lila was always complaining about Joel, but did nothing to change their relationship dynamic.
“I know, I know. But I have a feeling that something is about to change with us. Or maybe just me. I don’t know, but I don’t think we’ll last too much longer.”
We spent the rest of our girls’ night doing girly things–– dissecting Lila’s relationship, wondering who Emma would hook up with next, drinking way too many margaritas, and finally passing out in the living room. Not only could Lila and I not make it back up the two measly flights to our rooms, but Carmen and Emma couldn’t even make it back to their bedrooms. In all, another successful college night with the girls.
Chapter 3
The weekend passed like it usually did: relaxed, uneventful, and full of drinks. Lila spent most of the day with Joel, so I tackled items left on my weekly to-do
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