Since I’ve made Song Girl, the guys have been paying more attention to me. The news traveled fast among the Greek community. Every frat boy seems to want to get in my panties more than usual. On this particular Thursday night, I am out with some of my sorority sisters and I get a little carried away at the Nine Six bar near campus and end up a wee bit drunk. Clay Atkins is a frat boy I’ve met a few times around campus and at one of our exchanges at his house. I must admit, I have a little crush on him. First of all, he’s drop dead gorgeous, he could be a model. In fact he was chosen to be in this year’s Men of USC Calendar. Need I say more about his looks and a body to match. We’re flirting mercilessly with each other at the Nine Six. It’s getting late and he is all over me. Seriously, we need to get a room.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers in my ear drawing me into him as my breasts are pressing hard against his chest. We need a place to go to fool around and I can score Close Encounter number three.
“Where to?” is all I ask.
“My roommate’s girlfriend is staying over tonight so we can’t go to my place,” he says.
“Let’s go to my place, hopefully my roommate will be at her mystery lovers,” I offer.
“What do you mean mystery lover?”
“Oh never mind, let’s get out of here,” I say, giving him a seductive look as I grab his hand. Somehow in our drunken stupor, we make it to my apartment. I have trouble with the key as Clay is groping me at the front door. We finally stumble into my dark bedroom and fall onto my bed before I notice Clarissa is actually home tonight in her bed and not spending the night with mystery lover boy after all. I’m sorry, but I’m too drunk to care about anything but getting some loving from this hunky Clay. We can’t seem to strip each other naked fast enough.
*****
“Deena, I’m so pissed at you.” I wake up to Clarissa scolding me like a petulant child.
“What?” is all I can say, my head is throbbing and the sunlight coming into our room is too bright, I throw my covers over my head.
“That was gross, do you really think I want to be in the same room during your Close Encounters? That was beyond inconsiderate and rude!” Clarissa continues.
“Alright, I’m sorry. Please don’t yell, my head is killing me,” I beg her to stop.
“Well, it better not happen again, agreed?” she presses.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Agreed it won’t happen again,” I promise. Clarissa leaves the room and comes back with a glass of water and some Tylenol for my hangover.
“Here take these,” she says, handing me the glass of water and two Tylenols.
“Thanks Clarissa. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” I apologize again, feeling bad about my lapse in judgement.
TEN
CLARISSA
I don’t get Jason. Why is he such an attentive friend? I see all the pretty sorority girls buzzing around him, why doesn’t he go for one of them? I suppose he probably does, I have no idea exactly what he does, or should I say who he does on the weekends. I’m waiting for Jason at lunch and I get a text from my Professor.
Grant: Are you coming over tonight?
Clarissa: Are you inviting me?
Grant: You my dear always have an open invitation.
Clarissa: Yes, I’ll be over around 5:00.
Grant: Look forward to seeing all of you.
Clarissa: I bet you are.
Jason shows up and we’re eating lunch when he asks if I can help him with his paper rewrite tonight.
“Sorry I can’t,” is all I say.
“Seeing your mystery man,” he remarks with sarcasm.
“Yes,” I reply, trying to ignore his sarcasm.
“How did your Bio test go?” Jason asks.
“I had to guess on half of it. I didn’t study enough,” I sigh.
“Don’t tell me that guy Alex is going to start studying with us.”
“Jason, he’s a nice guy. If he wants to study Bio with me, I am up for that, I need the help.” I reply and Jason just has a scowl on his face when Deena shows up and joins us for lunch.
“Hi guys, are you going to the Fiji party on Thursday?” Deena says perkily.
“I guess so, are you guys going?” Jason asks both of us but he’s looking at me.
“This is the first I have heard of it, sure I guess I’ll go.”
*****
JASON
After Clarissa leaves, only Deena and I are left finishing our lunch.
“She’s seeing mystery man tonight,” I tell Deena.
“Should I follow her?” Deena asks.
“Do it, then text me later with what you find out.” I feel guilty but I can’t help myself, “does she spend all night with him?”
“Usually she comes home the next morning,” Deena replies. I’m jealous, plain and simple. Why, we’re not even dating or anything?
“Text me later and let me know what you find out or what you see,” I instruct Deena like I’m some private investigator. If Clarissa ever found out she would be livid with our invasion of her privacy and I can’t say I would blame her.
To Be Continued
In Close Encounters 4
~PLAYLIST~
Misery – Maroon 5
Sugar – Maroon 5
Let Me Love You - Mario
Close Encounters 4
New Adult and College Romance Series
Book 4
By
C.C. Cartwright
ONE
KARA