Game Night by Joe Zito Page A

let me down. The timer went off on Mr. Donner’s desk and it was
all a blur to Megan. She’ll be dreaming about numbers and fractions
chasing her down a dark alley tonight when she lays her pretty
little eighteen year head down on her pillow. She let out a much
needed sigh of relief at the sound of the bell. Goodbye Friday.
Hello weekend.
    She pulled herself up slowly out of her
seat. She sluggishly walked past Mr. Donner’s desk where he sat
with a big smile on his face telling his students on their way out,
“Don’t worry everyone, you did just fine.” Megan rolled her eyes at
him as he shuffled the exam papers on his desk. Her bladder felt
like it was going to burst. She had forgotten to go pee before
class and now it had caught up to with her. A quick stop to the
girl’s restroom was in order before her usual after school get
together with her best friends Liz and Andi.
    She breathed out a sigh of relief as
she sat on the toilet and then she heard from outside of the stall,
“Hey Hollywood. How was it?” Of course it was Liz Parker a.k.a.
loudmouth as Megan would sometimes call her.
    “Jesus Liz,” Megan laughed. “How do you
it’s me in here. I could be old lunch lady Scattner.”
    “I know your pee smell hon. How’s
that?”
    “That’s fucking gross Liz,” Megan
laughed again as she wiped and then flushed. She pushed the stall
door open and Liz was leaning against the sink with her arms
crossed, glaring at her best friend. Megan stopped in front of
her.
    “What?” She asked.
    “Well, do you think you passed the
exam?” Liz said.
    She laughed and said, “I’m sure Conner
did just fine.” She began washing her hands.
    “Oh c’mon Hollywood, don’t sweat that
math shit.” Liz did her best to try and cheer up Megan. “I don’t
think an A average is required for passing a screen test, know what
I mean?” Besides, once this dream world of books, and boyfriends
and old fart teachers is over next week, you’ll be setting your
sights on a whole new future. And as for me, well you
know.”
    “Liz, no one is holding a gun to your
head saying you have to work for your dad after high
school.”
    “Really? News flash babe, he’s the one
holding the gun.”
    Liz was doomed to work at her father’s
place of employment, Benson machining since she turned fourteen.
Even though she kept a steady B average throughout high school and
managed not to get pregnant like five other girls did in her class,
she was headed towards the wonderful roar of a hot and dirty
factory all because she had no aspiration to further her education
after high school. College was never in her forecast.
    “I’m still counting on you coming with
me to California in two months,” Megan said as she held Liz’s
hand.
    Liz, who was three inches taller than
Megan and had long, straight blonde hair said, “You know I wouldn’t
miss it for the world. Just promise me one thing.”
    Megan looked at her curiously,
squinting her eyes.
    “No porn!” She said pointing her finger
at Megan.
    “Oh Lizzy please!”
    “I’m serious Hollywood, you gotta be
careful. Those movie people can be really sleazy. One second you’re
in a room reading a script and then before you know it you’re on
your knees with five cocks slappin’ you in the face.”
    “Oh my god Liz, seriously!”
    Her best friend fell to her
knees in front of her right there in the girls restroom and began
fake sucking cock while saying in between slurping sounds,
“I….thought….this was….a romantic comedy,” slurpslurpslurp .
    Megan wide eyed and stunned couldn’t
help but laugh. A young freshman came through the door and was
having second thoughts thinking she could hold it after seeing Liz
performing a mock multiple blowjob on the floor. Megan saw the girl
and began laughing even harder. The door opened again and it was
Ms. Bellmond, the school guidance counselor. She stopped dead in
her tracks at what she saw. A sarcastic grim formed on her face.
She asked,