Their Dream Man, My Mate

. Everywhere I went, he seemed to always be just one step behind me either pulling my hair, making fun of my clothes, or calling me names. He was the first person I ever t

lized that we were just kids and kids could really stink sometimes. Though, that didn't

mped onto my bed, landing right smack dab on top of me.

pouncing on me first thing in the morni

sonal space blah blah blah I have a st

th you again?" I teased her, flin

er Susan Ralston from our home-ec class, right? Well, her older sister is a Tri Delt and they're having a

ite myself to a party I wasn't originally wanted at i

a leg up on bids!" she squealed excitedly. How in the world was I supposed to tell her no when she was already bouncing up and down with glee before anything even happe

g on, observing the lively crowd from my spot on the couch in the living room of the party house. I hadn't se

as over an

ht. I figured my outfit of overall shorts and a plain white t-shirt would've made my attitude of "I was dra

sked me after plopping down on the couch next to me. The movement jostled my body a

d about completely blowing the guy off, but I just really wasn't in the mood for pointless small talk. If

y grateful for her lack of control when it came to alcohol at that very moment. I rushed over to her side and swung her arm a

y motherfucker really is back! And from what I've

, refocusing my attention on my drunken future-roommate's protests about the night still being young. I som

e, without a single care in the world. Despite my numerous pleads for her to sit up and put her seatbelt back on, she continued to flail around and ignore me. I'd just

t the steering wheel before a honk coming from behind me pulled me back to reality. Blowing a puff of fr