FOUR

  I stroll across the street, sending series of voicemail to Jeremy.

"Hi ya! J, I'm gonna have to blast your voicemail till you pick my call... I'm really pissed off and I feel...doltish, I should I've called when coming. Hmm, call me when you get this. Love ya!"

I hiss as I sit on the street bench in front of an elaborate manor, not far from the frat house. I guess I have long legs to walk this far. I frown at the screen of my phone, which is giving me a signal of battery low.

"What the heck!" Did I really not charge my phone?-Oh! Craps? I slept off talking to Jeremy. How bad of me. My phone chirps while laying firm in my palm, my mood brightens up. It is Tracy face timing me, I pick up without hesitation.

"Hey, girlfriend!" Tracy greets cheerfully, immediately her face darts in, a faint smile dancing on her pouty lips.

"Hi ya!" I greet back.

Her blonde is a shred of evidence that she just crawl out of bed. I look past her to the messy room with clothes swarming in disproportionate locations.

"What's up?" she stretches herself, making a conducive position in front of her laptop.

"Oh, bad, bad, I can't believe I spring off my bed, head up to the frat house-all to listen to slanders from the two people I hate the most in my life." I gurgle to her.

She stares at me with one of her hands supporting her chin, eccentric affection coats plainly on her face. The kind of expression she gives when she believes my case is rueful.

"Oh! That sounds hectic." she finally replies, massaging her neck lazily.

"Wait! Don't tell me, Jeremy broke up with you?" Her eyes suddenly widen as if she just wakes up or reality just hits her.

"What? Seriously, Tracy." I roll my eyeballs and wish I can be there to knock her off.

"Did he? 'Cause, if he-"

"No! shit! Tracy,"-

"How would he break up with me just like that and I would be compos mentis?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. Sofia has been crying since she woke up,"

"What? Why?" I ask in total amusement.

"Men's drama, he broke up with her yester-night and uploaded a blonde bimbo's picture this morning." she huffs looking down.

Poor Sofia.

"Men are pieces of shit, I'm telling ya." she rolls her eyes. She branches the camera to the left, unfurling Sofia, who seemingly looks lost in life with her eyes red and swollen, dark circles under her eyes. Her ginger hair looks disheveled. The signing of zero sleep.

"Hi, Hays." she greets, not smiling and looking dead.

"Sofia," I mutter.

I really yen to be there, so I can hold her small body frame so close to my chest and tell her, she worth better than his trashy-ass.

"Okay, okay, I've had enough craps today! I don't want any sympathy dead-ass talk. I'm fine." she babbles. I look at Tracy and give her the is-she-really-okay? Look. She nods at me with her eyes.

Tracy's way of calming her down may be flustering and unappealing. She may pull up words like,

Men are pieces of shit, Sofia, Matt broke up with me because he found out I have been stocking socks in my bra.

Tracy can be really irksome sometimes, I mean stubborn and rebellious. Never accepting to be wrong. She knows I know the reason why Matt broke up with her, but it's a little secret I don't entertain meddle in.

"Yeah, fine," I titter awkwardly.

"I just think you need a date."

"What?" Sofia furrows her brows in a puzzle.

"Yeah, like a movie date." I pause, watching her further confusion. "Girls night,"

She exhales slowly and looks away.

"I don't- think that's a good idea, Hays," Tracy points out-

"What? I--didn't say that!" Sofia stammers.

My phone chirp giving a hint that the battery is lower.

"Em, guys I... I've to go now guys."

"Hey girl, wait up. So, are you getting laid tonight?"

My brows crease, a gasp follows.

"Tracy!" Sofia gasp.

My mind went to my journal, Tracy had bought the condom the day Jeremy and I started dating and kept it in my journal then whispered in my ear,

It's just a matter of time.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" She swivels from Sofia, whose shock can be deduced from her face to me on the screen.

"I'm not ready," I say after a long awkward silence.

Giving my virginity out was a big decision for me, even though my mom thinks my wild outrageous personality will have dash it out.

"I knew it!" Sofia chimes.

"Okay, I knew this's gonna happen, have it your way, baby girl." she stands up and I discover, she has been crouching on her study desk all this while, when I'm with the viewing, she's on the bed. Her pink short hugs perfectly to her curvy body.

"Whatever... I've gotta go, I'm going to Jeremy's uncle place" I declare.

"What? Why? Do you know his place?" I wonder if Tracy can talk without sputtering or her electric blue eyes not widening in eagerness.

"'Cause his friends said he'd be there, duh, plus Jeremy told me once, where he lives." I explain verbally.

"Do you think he's ready to introduce you to his family members?" Tracy sounds concerned, so I know it's not a mockery.

I wet my dry lips before talking, "he's not gonna ruin my day, I'm gonna check on him 'cause I'm dead-ass worried right now, he's not picking my calls!" I try to control my tears. It won't be a great idea to break down on the street with my friends staring at me from the phone and the two people I hate in my life are twenty feet away.

"You can just come over to the room and let consider your idea of date," Sofia infers, twirling her hair.

Tracy and I break into a laugh at the same time.

"Okay, okay, there's no way, she's gonna do that, Sofia. Today is Val and she's spending the time with Jeremy, you and I will have to stick our ass together."

Sofia pouts, "Just thought it was a good idea,"

"I know Sofia, but I can't. I have to be with him." she looks down.

"Sofia, just because we're single doesn't mean, Hays is. Um?" Tracy explains to her and glances back to me, her blue eyes are dull, probably because she's not all in a good mood and she's trying to do a great job pretending.

"Okay, bye guys," I say quickly before I fall into Sofia's trap.

"Keep me updated, ever-"

Before Tracy can finish her statement, my phone dies.

"Just perfect." I murmur to myself.

I look left, back to the place I deserted. Those assholes trying to spoil my mood this morning. They didn't succeed, but my phone triumphs, leaving me strand. I have to figure it out myself.