"I'm not stupid" I heard her tell him.
He was trying to convince her to fuck without a condom. It didn't work.
They used a plastic bag. My slut swallowed, sat up, smiled, then started puking.
"I'm so embarrassed" she told me.
"Don't worry about it, I've puked in worse situations" I said. I haven't, I lied.
I got off the bunk and started making my way down the ladder. I passed by my friend and his slut, walked through the curtain separating Ted's room and the bar and poured myself another mind eraser.
"I gotta go." I heard Ted's slut say.
"Wait, wait, I didn't even come."
"I'll be right back." She said.
She wouldn't, I could tell by the way she said it. My slut and her friend walked through the curtain, and left. She didn't even say bye. Guess she wasn't interested in getting to know me.
The frat house was packed, it was the biggest party of the year. I could no longer feel my extremities, except for one, she was pretty rough with me. I walked out of the private bar, locked the door into it and stepped into the hall to make my way to the bathroom, there were fifteen girls lined up waiting to use it. I climbed out the window and took a piss off of the roof with a couple other guys. On my way out a girl fell into my arms and asked me to fuck her while my fingers were still wet from the girl before, and the girl before her. I took a step back and let the bitch fall to the floor. Not cause she was too drunk to poke but because I didn't like her face. I lit a cigarette. I felt like going for a walk. I walked into the coatroom to get my jacket and on my way in I saw a girl walking out with it.
"Hey!" I yelled.
She kept walking.
"Hey bitch!" I yelled.
She didn't stop.
I followed her, pushing people out of my way as I pursued, spilling people's beers and knocking petite drunk girls on their asses.
"Hey!" I yelled again.
I stepped over the DJ who was passed out on the floor and followed her outside and saw she was making her way to a car across the street.
"Hey!"
She turned around.
"What?"
"What the fuck are you doing with my jacket?"
She looked confused.
"This is my jacket." She said.
I scratched my face, and took a drag off my smoke.
"Gimme my fuckin' jacket bitch"
That's when her three large male friends got out of the car behind her and stepped in front of her.
"What'd you call her faggot?"
I thought for a moment. The notion of walking away crossed my mind. My gut told me to retreat. In the back of my mind I knew I wouldn't forgive myself in the morning if I did. The beer said open your mouth. The beer said go.
"Tell your cunt to give me my fuckin' jacket."
They approached me, I flicked my cigarette into one of their faces and head butted another. I took my elbow to the side of a skull and my knuckles into a sinus. I kicked in a kneecap and sunk my fingers into a jugular. I grabbed a hold of a wrist and pulled it back until it snapped. I felt teeth on my face and nails digging into my neck. It was awhile since I had tasted my own blood. I woke up on a curb. I spit out a couple of teeth. I wiped the blood off my eyeballs but could only see for a spilt second before they were filled up again. I couldn't feel any part of my body except for my torn open lips when there was a slight breeze. It was starting to snow.
Two cops stood over me grinning.
"You wanna file a report?" they asked.
"No thanks." I said.
Filing a police report was like filing a state college's work order. My buddy Ted and some of his frat brothers stood outside watching. The party was over.
"You sure?" they asked.
I ignored the pigs and walked back inside. I spit out a chunk of another tooth. Ted followed me back upstairs.
"I told them you got jumped." He said. "You should've told me you were getting into a fight, I would've gotten my brothers, we would've killed them, you're a fuckin' idiot, what's wrong with you?"
"Lots of things." I told him.
"Yeah I know and now your face is one of em', what happened anyway?"
"Some bitch took my jacket."
He looked confused.
"Your jacket's right here."
He pulled it out of the coat room. Well whadya know, she had the same exact jacket. I spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor.
"You're cleaning that shit up in the morning" Ted told me, pointing to the trail of blood. "The puke all over my mattress too, I'm fuckin' serious, here go clean yourself up." He told me and tossed me a towel.
I made my way to the bathroom.
"Hey Joe."
I turned around.
"That thing, with the uuuhh..girl and the bag."
"Yeah, it's a secret, I know, don't worry."
"Thanks." He said.
I got into the bathroom and locked the door. With the fingers that still worked I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket.
I called my girlfriend to tell her I loved her.
She said she loved me too.
(Copyright 2003 Ray Soltani. All rights reserved)
