ࡱ>  Root EntryIqo@MatOST@qo@qoMMMN0.%NDP0 .%# # # # #=/8d #.%#TScott Wonnell Chapter Nine Friday 9:45am The sky was a dull blue when Steve walked up to Jake, who was sitting at a patio table outside the Campus Market. Jake was your average kind of guy, 5 9, blue jeans, blonde hair, and only slightly overweight. Steve on the other hand was 6 and thin as a rail. The two had been friends ever sense their freshman year, both now eager to finish up their forth year. Was up man, Steve said in his normal upbeat manner. Wheres Billy? Jake in drogue half asleep voice, Why are you always so fucking chipper in the morning? Well for one thing, I didnt get ripped last night at the Z Club, aaand ask a girl to go home with me only to have her jack hammer of a boyfriend come kick my ass. Oh bite me, you puke. Sorry no I already had breakfast, Steve said proudly, Now asswipe where is Billy? Through a deep yawn, He drove by and up the hill to go park, but that was like a half hour ago, he should be here soon. Looking up, Did you do you Ag Biz homework? Most of it, we went and say Star Wars again. With the wild look of madness, WHAT!!! That movie was a shitter, I mean, I almost fell a sleep the first time we went. I know, but Bill and I wanted to make sure we didnt miss anything, almost defensive. How could you miss anything we know the whole original story backwards and forwards, Calming down a bit, I mean come on the only thing new is that Buba Fett and the Stormtroopers are clones and the Jedi really help bring down the republic. No you got it all right, but man did Yoda kick ass or what? Steve said with a big ass smile that, if fully awake, would have made Matt roll his eyes. I wish Bill would hurry up. Friday 9:45am The long time drew on the more piss I got. I had been driving around the parking lots for over forty-five minutes with no spots in sight, and my gas gauge was getting near E. Then all at once, as if Moses had parted the seas, there it was a empty spot. So, I jumped on the gas and my big Ford truck springs to life, and I races down the line of cars and slide into the spot. I shut the truck down, finished my donut, and grabbed my books, and head for lower campus. As I walk down the hill from the parking lot, I notice as a parking officer writes out a ticket to a black BMW, as the owner, a hot dark haired number, runs up and asks not to be ticketed as she was just leaving. The officer hands her the ticket and walks off. All I can think is, Fucking Meter Nazis. Friday 9:50am As I walk up to Steve and Jake I can tell they and locked in a bitter discussion about Star Wars again. All through High School, Jake and I had shared a fascination with all Science Fiction, but most of all Star Wars. Then sometime during their Freshman year, we added Steve to the group. The three cowboys who love Science Fiction, had gotten more than a few strange looks over the years, but we never really seemed to care. I was a bit taller than Steve, maybe 62 around 250lbs of lean muscle, and a kinda ladies man, I like to say. I was a naturally likable kind of guy. Hey there you shit heads. I say with a big smile, to annoy Jake. BILLY!! bout fucking time. said Steve standing up to shake his hand. What am I your fucking girlfriend, I dont run on the Steve clock. I say off handily. Steve stood for a moment as if he was looking for the right come back, and then with his stupidest looking grin. No your not but I havent been with a girl in two months so I guess youll do. At this point Jake who had head resting on his books looks up. Steve you havent had a women in two years. Oh whatever, like you have. Jake looks at Steve, Your right I havent but at least I dont lie about it. Okay you two, I has sat though this one before, Thats enough. As soon as I had gotten my two friends under control, a good looking blonde wearing tight jeans and a Rusty T-shirt walks over and grabs me by the arm. I looked at her as if her being next to us must be a joke. I remembered her from a crops class he took last quarter. Hey there Bill, how are you doing? The blonde asks. Im doing good, how bout yourself, Cindy is it? Oh good you do remember me It was true I did recall her name but not much else due to the fact that Bonnie, my girlfriend, sat next to me and never liked me talking to other girls. In fact in the last six months I was getting real tired of it. So, what can I do for you? I said while looking out for Bonnie. Well I was just wondering if you were going to the party tonight? I reached deep into my mind looking for the place in my mental calendar. Not recalling a thing about a party I turns to my two pals, who have gone back to their Star Wars debate. Are we going to a party to night? I ask. Jake looked over Steves shoulder. Well you Bonnie and me were going to go, what about you Steve? I cant, have to go home to see the parental units. At hearing that I turns back to Cindy. Looks like well be there. Oh good see you there about 9-9:30. Groovy, see you there. I had this really off feeling, as if I had forgotten the party for a reason. Friday 9:45pm Bonnie and I had to walk two blocks down the street from were we had parked. The party was raging in a small house at the end of a dead end road. I was looking for Jake, who had most likely gotten there at 9 on the money. Bonnie had just spent the last twenty minutes chewing my ass for being late to pick her up. This really pissed me off because ever with being fifteen minutes late she wasnt ready to go. Fuck I need a beer. Bonnie you need a fucking life. As soon as we walked into the small house the smell of stale beer and pot was almost overwhelming. I never had much use for weed, but Bonnie loved the stuff. One more reason I was getting tired of their relationship. Bonnie said she was heading off to the restroom, and all I could think was light it up Sparky. BILLY!! Jake said as loud as he could. He was standing right were I needed to be. The Keg. So I walked over as if all was cool and poured myself a cold one. Hows it going man? I asked. Its is going hard man, the ladies are out in force tonight. Well that doesnt really matter, Bonnie is here so... Jake brakes in, You so need to leave that bitch, she is so fucking up your mojo, besides isnt that her over with that Jonas dude. I look over to see Bonnie lighting a joint with some dead beat in retro 50s wear and next to him was a freshman who is freaking out on mushrooms. Seeing this all unfold I down my first beer and after 3 or maybe 5, more I moved over to the bar to meet an old friend, Jack Daniels Black Label. Friday 10:45 Okay I know it has only been an hour but I am so drunk I dont really care. I have been holding up the bar for the past hour and there is this dark haired girl in the corner who keeps looking over at me. She has the sexiest light colored eyes. Bonnie is at the other end of the room whacked out of her fucking skull and I have no clue where the hell Jake went, so I think to myself what the hell. Before I make a single move, the dark haired girl is next to me. Hi there, she says Name is Chloe, whats yours? Im Bill and I am ducking frunk. Thats a great cowboy hat you have there, can I wear it? I would have normally said no, but he asked in such a sweet voice. Sure. So you want to go up stairs and party? She asks as if she has had men say no to that one. I think to myself that I am way to drunk and way to old for this shit, but as far as I could tell she was way to hot to pass up. I look over at Bonnie one more time, she is passed out in the arms of retro-man, fucking bitch. Sure, I said Would love to. Saturday 5:09 am I wake up still in my shirt, but I have on no pants and Im now wearing a firemans helmet. Through the drunken Haze and my pounding head, I can see the dark haired girl. Chloe was it? Oh shit thats not her. Where the fuck am I?!?  y1G^ :oaXQQQQQQQQQQQQ !! w KjG{tFSbxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxb4t]ks"d xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bb CDETimes New RomanTimes New Roman CETimes New Roman CyrTimes New Roman GreekTimes New Roman TurTimes New Roman (Hebrew)Times New Roman (Arabic)Times New Roman Baltic