Page 16 of Sweet Girl
Oh great. Here we go with the sweet girl comments again.
“Would you prefer I cuss? And say mofo?”
More laughter and I can picture him doubling over, slapping his knee in a fit of hysteria.
Finally, he seems to catch his breath. “Holy shit, Ky. You crack me up. Do I need to give you lessons on how to curse properly? Here, repeat after me...Fucker, fucker, fucker,fuck, fuck, fuck...”
My snicker turns into full-fledged giggles until I snort out in laughter, tears running down my face. I thrash around my bed, grabbing the pillow and shoving it over my face trying to muffle my sounds. My suitemates are right next door on the other side of the wall and are very studious. They don’t like noise after ten o’clock. Party poopers.
Once our laughter died down, I stretched out on the bed, sighing a contented sigh. Although Van is dealing with a tough situation, it felt so good to laugh with him again and joke around. He makes me feel so...carefree.
“Woo-hoo! Earth to Kylah...come in, Kylah Grace Griffin.”
My eyes snap open to find my roommate, Sienna, staring at me from the foot of my bed wearing a robe, a turban-towel wrapped around head, and a toothbrush dangling from her mouth. She has one hand on the toothbrush handle and the other on her hip, which juts out in her always-sassy stance.
I liked Sienna the moment I met her – the day we became roommates. She’s a small-town girl from Northern Cali who lives a big-city life. In fact, sometimes, she is larger than life. Honestly, she reminds me of Kady, maybe that’s why we get along so well. We’ve definitely found our own groups to hang out with in school, but she’s become an important fixture in my life and a great friend. She’s definitely helped ease my homesickness on more than one occasion.
Sienna knows almost everything about my newfound friendship with Van and hasn’t hassled me about the situation. She’s not stupid – she knows I have the hots for him, even though I haven’t come right out and admitted it to her. Sometimes it scares me even admit it to myself. It gives me a guilt trip to like him so much. Like his issues with Lyndsay are somehow my fault because of my attraction to him. Stupid, I know. But that’s how I think.
“Are you coming out with us tonight?”
I give her a blank stare and she huffs out her reply.
“Matt Keene’s party. How could you forget already? We just talked about this yesterday.”
Uh, maybe because I put it out of my mind as soon as we did. Parties hold no interest for me. Where my sister, along with Sienna, love to socialize and go to every party they can, I don’t find the appeal. I’m a wallflower by nature. I don’t drink to get drunk and I find it incredibly boring to be around a bunch of intoxicated nut jobs.
Sienna sits down next to me on my bed, slurping at the remnants of her toothpaste.Gross.
I give her an eye roll to demonstrate my displeasure over her manners before grabbing my pillow and cradling it within my arms in front of my chest. She caught me mid-daydream over Van. A place I would love to return to right about now.
She flashes a stern glare. “I hate to state the obvious, here. But how the hell are you ever going to lose your virginity if you don’t get out and embrace the college lifestyle? Let your hair down and party like a rock star?”
One of the characteristics that I find enduring about Sienna is that she is very supportive and non-judgmental. Maybe that’s because she recently came out as bisexual, I don’t know. But when I told her about my lack of sexual experience, she didn’t make fun of me or exclude me in conversations about her newfound sexual proclivities. Instead, she gently prodded and coaxed me into opening up and sharing about my past and what I wanted in the future related to dating and sex.
What I’ve shared with her is that while I don’t need a boyfriend or commitment, or anything serious, I definitely don’t want to just hand over my V-card to just any one-night stand. Perhaps I’m sentimental, or old-fashioned, but I feel it should be given up to some guy who a) knows what he’s doing, and b) has some stake in the game related to my heart. And now that I know Van, and the way he makes me feel, he’s the expectation the guy has to live up to.
I shove Sienna’s shoulder, knocking her over on the bed. “I’m pretty darn sure I won’t find the man of my dreams tonight at Matt’s party.”
She scoffs. “Who says anything about the man of your dreams? I’m not suggesting you find your Prince Charming, but you have to at least go where the guys are to get the dirty deed down and over with. Unless...” she waggles her perfectly plucked eyebrows suggestively. “You’re looking for a chick to help you out.”
My eyes flash wide and my mouth gapes open. Okay, maybe I’m a little naïve, because I have no idea how two girls could...well...do that? Sienna seems to understand what I’m thinking because a sly smile creeps up into the corners of her mouth.
She pats one of my knees, which are in a crossed-legged position.
“Oh, my sweet little Chery Pie,” she chides sarcastically. “Do I have to spell it out for you? You of all people, studying the sciences and biology, should know that virginity isn’t necessarily a medical condition. You can still lose it with someone of the same gender.”
I feel my cheeks color in a bright blush and glance away from her. It’s almost as embarrassing as the day my mom sat me and Kady down and had the “talk.” It was too late for Kady, however, who’d already done it and informed me of all the ins-and-outs (pun intended) of sex.
Waving my hand in the air to stop any more talk, I jump off the bed to find my shoes.
“Okay, okay...please don’t go into detail. I get it. But I’m not going to go to a party to lose my virginity. I’ve got some major reading to get done this weekend, anyhow. My paper is due before I leave on Wednesday.”
Sienna pops off the bed and turns toward our dorm room door.
“Fine, I won’t pressure you. But you know you’re always invited with me, and whether you get laid or not is irrelevant. We’d have fun regardless.” She blows a kiss in my direction before closing the door, heading into the small bathroom we share with our suitemates.
I got so lucky with my roommate assignment. There is no doubt that she has become a good friend and we will be friends for a long time to come.
But the friend I really need tonight is four hours away, at a completely different school, in a completely different state.
And likely thinking about a completely different girl.
