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going outside to find Rory.” she yelled over the rap song. “I’ll be here.” I replied, but she was already out of sight.
“No thanks.” I said in a monotoned voice. “Okay, well how about I get to know you then.” he proclaimed with no intentions of
I pulled out my phone and looked over
actually getting to know me, only me getting to
social media outlets for a solid ten minutes.
know him. He went on to tell me about how
When there was no app left to open, I put my
he turned 22 last month, he will graduate this
iPhone away and crossed my arms. No one in
winter with a child psychology degree but
the crowded room seemed to catch my
wants to open a new restaurant, and that he
attention enough for me to want to join in on
deejays for his frat parties sometimes. Matt, as
their conversations. One girl was yelling at
he told me to call him because he doesn’t like
what I assumed to be her boyfriend, claiming
Matthew, went on and on about himself. I
he cheated on her with some blonde. Another
learned that his favorite color is Carolina blue,
girl was taking selfies of herself as her friends
but he didn’t have the grades to get into that
cheered her on in the foreground. Ten feet
particular university, that he took family
from her left, a guy was using a woven basket
vacations to the mountains every year with his
as a bucket to catch his puke because he
father, mother, and three sisters, and that he is
couldn’t handle what was in his cup. No one
a Jets fan. He kept on slurring his words while
seemed to care that he was trashing this piece
talking and I kept on pretending to listen.
of decor which I found disturbing. My view of
“Yeah so that’s about it.” he said after twenty
the kitchen was blurred by two guys racing to
two long minutes of telling me about himself.
see who could chug their liquids the fastest. I
“Cool.” I mumbled with a head nod.
had my money on the one in the green collared
“You seem a little shy.” he stuttered as
shirt, although I also had him pegged as the
he nudged my shoulder with his hand and gave
next to misuse the wicker basket by the
me a wink.
armchair.
“Sorry if I seem uninterested or
“Hey” a low voice said. A guy I didn’t
unimpressed, I just would rather be watching
know had made his way to the couch. Covered
an old 90’s sitcom or talking to my friends
in the beer he told me someone spilt on him
about dreams and global warming and saving
earlier, he smelt like a moldy, old bar. “Can I
the planet. Not really a small talk, smoking,
get you a drink? Or maybe you wanna dance.”
beer bonging kind of girl. I know your
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