What I want
1179 Words
JEAN HARRISON
I didn’t know how to react. He left me there in the hall with the voices in my head screaming. My whole body tensed as I tried to understand what had just happened.
Did he just walk away from me? The cocky bastard.
It was as if something had shattered in my core. All I could think about was the bitter taste it left in my mouth and how much I wanted to get back at him for making me feel this way. It took a lot of effort but I finally got up from the table and left the hall.
Rejection wasn’t an easy thing to deal with especially since it was the first time I’d gotten rejected. My bones echoed to the depths of my being. It was as if my soul had been yanked away from my body and thrown into the pit of despair.
Everything from that point on just seemed to infuriate me more and more so I decided to go to the one place where I could be all alone. The roof.
The silence there was bliss to me. I wanted to scream away most of the anger I was feeling but I knew some nosey too-gooder might hear and take it upon themselves to make me their mission.
I tried to think of ways that would make me feel better but all I had was ice cream and s*x both of which involved me meeting other people which was out of the question.
“s**t,” I muttered.
The wind ruffled my jacket. I shivered feeling vulnerable in my mini-skirt. I cursed myself for thinking I could get the new professor wrapped around my finger the way I did. I had made a massive mistake thinking he would react like the rest guys. A poor judgment.
“Shit.” I cursed louder.
“Do I have to throw myself over the edge to make you stop that? It’s fuckin’ annoying.”
I turned around but there was no one there. I was sure I hadn’t imagined the voice so where had it come from?
“A little to the right.” The voice said.
I turned to the right and saw a hand waving from behind a metal cage. There was a silver-colored bracelet with creepy charms on it attached to the arm.
“Who are you?” I asked, a little alarmed.
It wasn’t new to hear about psychopaths hanging out on the roof of college dorm buildings waiting for the perfect opportunity to toss an innocent unsuspecting girl over the edge, the girl for today’s edition being me.
“Why don’t you come over and find out.” The voice said in a mocking tone.
It could be that I was being baited to my inevitable death or maybe it was something less sinister. Regardless of the situation, I wasn’t the type to back out of a challenge.
I got up and walked to the cage, turning around to see a dark-haired girl smoking a joint. She glanced at me, sighed, and then dismissed me all in one breath.
“I’ve seen you before,” I said, trying to search through my memory.
She nodded without looking up at me. “Second floor.”
I must have seen her in the building once or twice while going up to my room. She was dressed in a black tank top and camouflage pants. Extremely unsexy if you asked me yet there was something oddly appealing about her.
“You’re Jean Harrison, aren’t you?” She said, taking a big drag from the blunt in her hand.
“Should I be worried you know my name?”
“Nope. Everyone in the building knows your name.”
“Huh?” I blinked in surprise.
“It’s not every time a senator’s kid lives in the same building with the rest of us nobodies.”
I cursed. I had hoped to keep that little detail about me a secret for a long time but somehow it seems like I’d messed that up too.
She passed the blunt and my initial thought was to respectfully reject her offer but I took it instead and dragged a lungful of the stuff.
“Whoa!” She whistled. “Easy there, partner. That’s some high-grade potent shii. It’ll bite back if you bite first.”
I was about to tell her I had it under control but the words flew away along with 70% of my brain cells. Everything became cloudy and for the first time since getting on the roof, I couldn’t remember why I was feeling so beat up about being rejected. “Damn,” I said in a husky voice.
She collected the blunt and pulled a lungful just as I had done. I wanted to warn her just as she had warned me but the words just danced around my face and never came out of my mouth.
“Damn!” She shook her head in an attempt to clear it.
We both laughed for a long time for no apparent reason at all. I didn’t even know what we were laughing at, to begin with. It just felt like the right thing to do at the moment.
Just when it felt like the laughing would never end, we found a way to come off it with giggles that receded to grunts.
“I’m Corey.” She said,
Her voice echoed in my head as if my skull had mountains that led straight to my brain. I heard the echoes for quite a long time.
“Corey. Just like that book about the girl who made the earth swallow everything.”
She snorted. “You’re high as a horse, aren’t you? That’s Carey, not Corey.”
I thought about it and realized she was right. I was high as f**k and I had just mistaken the name of one of Stephen King’s most iconic novels.
We talked for a while mostly about things I haven’t spoken about before to a single soul. I felt better talking to her. She listened and shared some of her experiences with me which were mostly gruesome but given our current mood, it was all humorous.
I told her about the reason I had come to the roof in the first place and we laughed about my rejection. She told me it was fine and admitted she never thought I was the type to give up and cry over a loss. Something about the way she said it lit my fire back at that moment.
“Thanks for the moral boost, Corey. God knows I needed it.” I said. “And blunt too.”
We laughed and I rolled on her body. Her skin felt soft and I thought I imagined her hands going around my ass but it wasn’t my imagination.
Corey grabbed my ass and squeezed.
Normally I would smash her nose with my jab but this was different. This was something I wanted and from now on whatever I want, I get.
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