Chapter 1
I was awoken by the sound of helicopters, sirens and shouts outside my dorm room window. With fists rubbing my bleary eyes and adrenaline pumping through my veins I hopped out of my top bunk and went over to the window to see what was causing the mayhem.
Peering down to the road outside I saw there weren’t actually any helicopters after all. But there were about a dozen deafening motorcycles and two campus police cars. I could see the cops yelling incoherently, but they were like mime artists completely drowned out by the roars of the massive motorcycles. The bikers appeared to be laughing at the wild gesticulations of the campus police.
I watched on in bemusement as a girl in a tiny pair of shorts hopped off the back of a motorcycle. She pressed her face up against the face of the bearded rider, who nonchalantly slipped a hand under her shirt and appeared to give one of her breasts a squeeze.
The blond haired girl placed a hand on his crotch, returning the squeeze, before heading towards the dorm. As she turned m y way I sucked in air in a gasp and then chuckled. It was Lucy. My roommate. My wild you’ll-never-guess-what-she-got-up-to-last-night roommate.
The lead biker stuck a gloved fist in the air and then made a circling motion with an extended finger. A moment later the bikes roared away from the building leaving the two campus rent-a-cops in an impotent rage.
I pulled on my favorite gray sweat pants and sat on our small sofa while I waited for Lucy to make her way up to the second floor.
A minute later I heard her key jabbing at the door. One, two, three times I heard her stab at the lock before she finally got the key home. The door burst open and a moment later the beautiful yet disheveled Lucy burst through the door.
I wrinkled my nose as she stumbled in and collapsed onto the couch. She smelled almost like a frat party; the only difference being she smelled of cheap whisky instead of cheap beer. She dropped her head onto my lap. “I just had the best night. You would not believe it.”
I looked down at her formerly made up face. Now mascara was smeared around her eyes, her lipstick was almost completely gone and I could see the yellowish hints of bruises on her shoulders peeking out from her too tight t-shirt. “What the hell Lucy?” If that’s what you look like after a good night, I’d hate to see you after a bad one.
“I was with the Sons of Mayhem . It was un -fucking- believable .” Her eyes were closed now and I could tell she was about to pass out. I wanted to get her onto her bed before she did. But more than that, I wanted to hear just what in the hell she’d gotten up to last night.
This semester I’d found myself in a rut. Every day was the same ole’ same ole’. Even my boyfriend was boring. More and more I’d found myself living vicariously through Lucy, jealous of not just the fun she had, but the fact that she actually seemed to be living life, not just floating on through it.
“I thought you went out with Jamie last night?” I said.
“Oh him? Yeah. Was that only last night? Well he’s a loser. We broke up. Then I met the Sons… actually they just dropped me off.”
“Yeah. I heard them.”
“Oh you could hear them up here?” Lucy sounded surprised. Or maybe it was fake surprised. Or maybe she was just too drunk to make any sense.
“Of course I heard them! You could hear them two counties away. You had the donut patrol’s sirens going too. You made a pretty big scene, you know.”
She giggled, her head shaking up and down on my lap as she did so. “Did you see them? They’re cool aren’t they?”
“I saw one of them molesting you out the window.” I thought back to seeing the biker slip his hand up her shirt, in front of the gang and the campus cops. I shivered slightly. I kind of wished it had been me. It’d been too long since someone had made me feel attractive. Not that I wanted to be groped in front of an audience, but still, to be
I was awoken by the sound of helicopters, sirens and shouts outside my dorm room window. With fists rubbing my bleary eyes and adrenaline pumping through my veins I hopped out of my top bunk and went over to the window to see what was causing the mayhem.
Peering down to the road outside I saw there weren’t actually any helicopters after all. But there were about a dozen deafening motorcycles and two campus police cars. I could see the cops yelling incoherently, but they were like mime artists completely drowned out by the roars of the massive motorcycles. The bikers appeared to be laughing at the wild gesticulations of the campus police.
I watched on in bemusement as a girl in a tiny pair of shorts hopped off the back of a motorcycle. She pressed her face up against the face of the bearded rider, who nonchalantly slipped a hand under her shirt and appeared to give one of her breasts a squeeze.
The blond haired girl placed a hand on his crotch, returning the squeeze, before heading towards the dorm. As she turned m y way I sucked in air in a gasp and then chuckled. It was Lucy. My roommate. My wild you’ll-never-guess-what-she-got-up-to-last-night roommate.
The lead biker stuck a gloved fist in the air and then made a circling motion with an extended finger. A moment later the bikes roared away from the building leaving the two campus rent-a-cops in an impotent rage.
I pulled on my favorite gray sweat pants and sat on our small sofa while I waited for Lucy to make her way up to the second floor.
A minute later I heard her key jabbing at the door. One, two, three times I heard her stab at the lock before she finally got the key home. The door burst open and a moment later the beautiful yet disheveled Lucy burst through the door.
I wrinkled my nose as she stumbled in and collapsed onto the couch. She smelled almost like a frat party; the only difference being she smelled of cheap whisky instead of cheap beer. She dropped her head onto my lap. “I just had the best night. You would not believe it.”
I looked down at her formerly made up face. Now mascara was smeared around her eyes, her lipstick was almost completely gone and I could see the yellowish hints of bruises on her shoulders peeking out from her too tight t-shirt. “What the hell Lucy?” If that’s what you look like after a good night, I’d hate to see you after a bad one.
“I was with the Sons of Mayhem . It was un -fucking- believable .” Her eyes were closed now and I could tell she was about to pass out. I wanted to get her onto her bed before she did. But more than that, I wanted to hear just what in the hell she’d gotten up to last night.
This semester I’d found myself in a rut. Every day was the same ole’ same ole’. Even my boyfriend was boring. More and more I’d found myself living vicariously through Lucy, jealous of not just the fun she had, but the fact that she actually seemed to be living life, not just floating on through it.
“I thought you went out with Jamie last night?” I said.
“Oh him? Yeah. Was that only last night? Well he’s a loser. We broke up. Then I met the Sons… actually they just dropped me off.”
“Yeah. I heard them.”
“Oh you could hear them up here?” Lucy sounded surprised. Or maybe it was fake surprised. Or maybe she was just too drunk to make any sense.
“Of course I heard them! You could hear them two counties away. You had the donut patrol’s sirens going too. You made a pretty big scene, you know.”
She giggled, her head shaking up and down on my lap as she did so. “Did you see them? They’re cool aren’t they?”
“I saw one of them molesting you out the window.” I thought back to seeing the biker slip his hand up her shirt, in front of the gang and the campus cops. I shivered slightly. I kind of wished it had been me. It’d been too long since someone had made me feel attractive. Not that I wanted to be groped in front of an audience, but still, to be
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