College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Four

“Yeah, what were you saying?” Travis asked me after cleaning the table.

“I was asking, are you single?”

Travis broke into a fit of laughter, and I even detected a blush playing on his cheeks.

“Why, are you interested?” He asked finally, clearly joking.

“No, I’m not,” I giggled, “but I would just assume you’d have a girl to call your own. Do you have your eye on anyone in our school?”

It felt good to just have some meaningless, harmless conversation, to drift away from worry and anxiety.

“Neffie’s alright, I guess.” Travis decided. I rolled my eyes. The mention of her name caused me to wonder what was going on at her table now. As imperturbably as possible, I tipped my head to the side to look at her.

They were gone!

Well, Neffie was now with her friends, at their regular table, but Wayne was nowhere in sight. I took that as a signal, that maybe I should stop worrying about them and leave their conversation alone altogether.

“What about you? Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Travis asked me.

“Because I don’t need one,” I quipped. Before Travis could respond, something behind him caught his attention, thus catching mine also. Half of the café’s inhabitants were now making their ways outside. In the hallway, brash tumult drew more and more students to follow. After exchanging a quick glance, Travis and I left the café to see it for ourselves.

Lo and behold, it was a fight.

What I didn’t expect was to see the angular arms that belonged to Hunter flailing around in the air, battling for what seemed to be dear life. The fight had evidently been going on for some time now, so both boys’ reflexes were visibly delayed, but Wayne was still dominating the fight. Yes, Wayne. Why were Wayne and Hunter fighting?

“Stop!” I shouted, pushing to the front of the crowd where Travis already was. To my surprise, there was some blood!

“Stop it, Wayne!” I screamed. Travis tried to intercede, to rescue his friend, but it was of no use; Wayne wouldn’t let go.

“What happened here?” I asked a guy next to me who was intently focused on the brawl.

“Wayne was storming out of the café and Hunter accidentally bumped into him. They started arguing from there, and then they fought.” He explained.

“Why are you cheering Wayne on?”

“If I don’t, Wayne will probably kick my ass too.”

I rolled my eyes and, impulsively, stepped into the fight. I dug my nails into Wayne’s shoulders and heaved him off of Hunter just enough for Travis to pick Hunter up and tend to his wellbeing. He could barely stand up enough for Travis to hold his head back for him, taking precautions of the nose bleed he was suffering from.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted at Wayne. He simply spit blood onto the floor, and then stood up.

“Why are you so concerned? What is he, your boyfriend?” He inquired, still out of breath.

“No, but you don’t have any reason to hurt him!”

“That’s none of your business! And maybe he is your boyfriend, actually. I can’t believe anything you say, anyway; you’re a liar! You’ve been lying since you came to this place!”

With that, Wayne stumbled off, leaving me shocked and alone in the middle of a crowd who wouldn’t stop staring.

…You’re a liar!

Now, thanks to Neffie and her invincible mouth, he thought I lied about the party.

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Eight o’ clock brought a dark winter sky and the end of classes. I lay on my bed with a swollen sadness inside of me. Wayne embarrassed me. Neffie broke her promise. Those two facts were given, but I was still confused.

Why did the fact that I couldn’t make it to the party upset Wayne so much? I just didn’t understand; there were many, many other girls going to the party. He shouldn’t miss me that much. And it wasn’t as if I was friends him or anything of the sort. I was just another girl to him, or at least I should be.

I began to think that Neffie told Wayne something different than what I told her, give or take.

Sheena came through the door after a while, bearing containers of food from the restaurant that employed her in a white plastic bag. Instead of the usual beaming smile she arrives with, Sheena didn’t look all too happy today.

“What’s up with you?” I asked her. She placed her bag on a chair and sat on her bed. It took a few seconds before she finally answered me.

“I heard about the fight.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to talk about that.” I huffed.

“Well I do, Sabine.” I was taken aback by her words; she was never the type to openly object to anything, especially if it was something I said (besides my reluctance to going to the party, of course). “What did you lie to Wayne about?” Sheena demanded.

I glared at her, surprised and offended, and sat up.

“Why don’t you try to mind your own damn business, Sheena?” I barked.

“You are not going to ruin my reputation here! I won’t allow that.”

“Oh, so just because I’m accused of being a liar you think people won’t like you?”

“Because I’m your roommate, yes.” She stated rather confidently. I shook my head.

“You know what? Don’t talk to me, Sheena. At least not while you’re acting shallow. Goodnight.”

I turned off my lamp and violently fluffed my pillow to go to sleep.

Strange how one party that hasn’t even happened yet can create disasters.