Me: So what’d you do with Whitney that made her night so great?
Jake: Honestly, I have no fucking idea. We got some sushi, made out a little, she rubbed her hand on the outside of my pants. What? Are we in freaking seventh grade? I’m not even commenting on her stupid status.
Me: I’m pretty sure she hates me.
Jake: I’m pretty sure she does too. You were all we talked about.
Me: Shit.
Jake: Don’t worry, Monroe. Jakey loves you.
Me: You barely know me.
Jake: I know enough to know you’re not a bitch.
Me: Truth?
Jake: You a closet bitch? You waiting for the right time to come out?
Me: No. But I was best friends with a girl like Whitney at my old school. I didn’t like the person I was becoming. It wasn’t me. I swore when I came here, I would do things differently. I’m hoping to make some friends who won’t stab me in the back the second I turn around.
Jake: That’s gonna be tough to find here.
Me: Are you telling me you’re a closet bitch??
Jake: Very funny. Hell no. I meant girls.
Me: Annie, Maggie, and Katie don’t seem that way. Not all girls are that way.
Jake: Speaking of girls. How’s the research going?
Me: Maggie is out surveying.
Jake: Sweetness.
Then I text Dawson.
Me: Love your status. Hate the comments.
Dawson: Sorry, Keatie :( They just think we made out.
Me: Jake saw your hand up my skirt. I’m pretty sure he knows it was more than that. Plus, you just said hell, yeah. Making out doesn’t usually get a hell, yeah.
Dawson: Oh…
Me: Do you want to tell people?
Dawson: No, but it’s kinda fun to have them guessing, I never…never mind. I’ll tell them to stop.
Me: Naw, it’s okay. Have fun, just keep them guessing.
Dawson: You make me feel so amazing.
Me: Doesn’t every guy say that after sex?
Dawson: You don’t get it. YOU make me feel amazing. Yeah, the sex is great, but it’s because it’s with you. Go out with me.
Me: (: And no freaking way!!!
Dawson: I’m hurt!
Me: Then don’t ask a girl to go out by text. It’s tacky. Plus, then you will think it’s okay to break up with me by text, and that is not cool.
Dawson: I’m not going to break up with you. Like ever.
Me: Promises, promises.
Dawson: Made good on my promise earlier ;)
Me: Yeah, you did.
Dawson: Night, Keatie.
Me: Night :)
Me: Hey wait, we’re taking a poll. How long do you think a girl should make a guy wait for sex? Like not us, but normally.
Dawson: I think what we did was perfect. Seriously :)
Me: You’re so sweet <3
Annie is still rambling on. “Ace just said, We gonna kick some ass Friday night? and then Brad said, Fuck yeah. Have you met Brad yet? He’s pretty active. Captain of the football defense, Social Committee, and on pretty much everything else.”
“I haven’t met him yet, but I think I know who you’re talking about.”
“Oh, wait, it’s gone. Oh, awhh, ohmigawd, Dawson just changed his status. It says, Keatie and then there’s a heart. That is so cute.”
Katie says, “That is really cute. You need to like that.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, I’m liking it.”
“Everyone is liking it,” Annie informs us. “Like eight people have already liked it.”
“Like who?”
“I don’t know. Everyone. Mostly guys. Dallas just commented and said, Kiki <3, and Jake just said, Monroe <3.”
Katie says, “Okay. You seriously need to move away from the computer. You’re obsessed. Where’s Maggie?”
“I don’t know,” Annie tells her, “but I need cookies. Let’s go down to the kitchen.”
“Can you bring me back a cookie? I’m gonna be up all night if I don't get to work.”
Katie, who is standing by the door, turns back around. “That’s what they make Red Bull for, silly.”
I get about fifteen minutes of interruption-free studying—well, not really; my phone keeps buzzing with texts, but I don’t look at it—and manage to get my math problems done and start the history vocabulary before they all come bounding back into the room.
“Okay, here’s the consensus,” Maggie says. “Most girls say they have waited anywhere from one day to one year. They say if they really like the guy, they usually wait until they are going out before they do. But if they don’t like the guy and just want a hookup then, obviously, they don’t wait.”
“They’re having sex with guys they don’t like?” I ask.
“No. I mean guys they don’t deem as serious boyfriend types,” Maggie answers.
“You guys ever watch Sex and the City?”