Anaelle
I woke up to Monty talking in his sleep.
"No ma'am, not for me today. Thank you though." He mumbled. He was polite even in his sleep. I rolled my eyes and sat up annoyed.
Getting drunk is nothing like it is in the movies. In the movies, they always pass out. They always never remember the next day. They always wake up feeling normal, not like death.
But I do remember last night. Not as clear as it would've been if I were sober, but I still remember. I remember kissing Monty. The reasoning behind it is vague. I didn't pass out. And I feel horrible. Great.
Do I feel bad for kissing Monty? No, not exactly. Knowing what I said before I did it would've been nice. Donte is going to get mad once I tell him. But I could care less. He might not even have to know. I looked over at Monty and he was curled up in the fetal position. He still had his t shirt on from last night and the comforter went up to his naval.
I slipped out of Monty's room quietly and spent the next five minutes walking to my dorm while thinking. My brain absolutely can never stop thinking. Why did I kiss him? Was it because he was there? Because I was hormonal? Because I was pissed off at Donte? Or was there something deeper? I shook my head, disgusted at the thought. Monty is just some boy who, for some reason, I wanted to play with. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do but I do wrong things all the time. Like kissing a guy when I have a boyfriend.
I need to stop all contact with him for awhile. He seems like the type to beg for attention, and for some reason he only wants mine. It will be quite easy to ignore him. He doesn't even have my number. I'll only ignore him until last night blows away. We should be on mutual territory then.
When I entered my dorm no one was there. It was very odd, since Kalena is a big homebody. I quickly changed out of my t shirt and threw on a black tank top. Instead of sweatpants, I settled for a pair of light pink shorts. I brushed my hair, and laid on my bed for a second. I scrolled through my social media and connected my charger. It was only 9:30 in the morning.
"Why did I change?" I mumbled to myself. What I really needed was a shower. Since I was alone, I stripped naked and threw a towel around myself. One thing I was very fortunate for in these small dorms is a personal bathroom, which is only available to a small number of dorms. I set my phone on the counter outside the bathroom and played soft music.
With the hot water beading along my body and streaming down my legs it led to a clear head and a not so bad stomachache. I honestly felt like death when I woke up this morning. I wonder if Monty will even remember last night. He was just as drunk as I was, I think. I knew he was before he left.
He was there last night. I kissed him. But why? Was it the moonlight that made everything surreal? Or the fact that nobody cared to find me but him? Was I missing Donte to much and craved the affection? I shampooed my hair. Nobody was to know. It was done and over.
Where was the girls? They normally are always in the dorm. I am such a bad roommate. An apology from Kalena is what I needed for what happened yesterday. Was it only yesterday?
If we could just be on even grounds, that would be a good step to lead our so called friendship in a good direction. My lack of friends will soon enough depress me, and I don't need another scenario like high school.
Donte was to come back tomorrow for Monday classes. I know he's going to bring up him staying with Veronica. He's very comfortable with facing his problems. Honestly, if he finds the need to seek comfort in other women then let him. I knew a long time ago that I am only half woman, I lack the motherhood and comfortability that other girls desire. It just adds another problem to my ongoing life list.
I changed into the same clothes once I got out of the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and touched my sore eye. It didn't look bad at all last night but as I studied it I noticed the slight blue tint to the bone right under my eye. Kalena can really hit. But this isn't nothing compared to my mother when she gets a little feisty. The music cut off after awhile and I laid in bed and flipped the tv on. Some cooking show was on and I realized that I was starving. I couldn't remember the last time I ate, and felt a sick sense of pride of the fact. The mini fridge was stocked with food, I picked out a mini water bottle and some shaved turkey. Right out the pack.
I sat on the floor in front of the fridge as I ate, my back leaning against the cool white metal and the thick beige carpet beneath me. There was a rustling outside the door and after a second in stepped Kalena, Geraldine, and Abbaline. All laughing about something.
The twins glanced a second to long at my face and Kalena was still laughing before she turned around and noticed me. She abruptly stopped.
"Hey Anaelle." She spoke and sat down an her bed a couple feet from me.
"Hey guys." I spoke loud and clear, not with my usual mumble. I made my bad eye twitch on purpose, hoping they would bring up what happened.
Abbaline pulled her short hair into a high ponytail and started to braid Geraldine's hair.
"Where were you guys?" I questioned.
"Valentina's dorm. We all spent the night up there last night." She talked like I knew who Valentina is.
"Who is Valentina?"
"She's a girl who lives upstairs. Valentina Castillo?"
I shook my head. I knew nobody.
"Anyway, look Anaelle. I want to talk to you about something that's been on my mind lately. Well, really all of our minds." The twins nodded in unison.
I straightened up against the fridge. It was dark in the room for the most part, the only light was from the large window that had no blinds and couldn't open. Probably to keep people from jumping to their deaths.
"I think I already know what you're going to say." My head leaned back against the fridge. I promised myself to not fight. Just listen and communicate. But I wasn't going to apologize.
"Just listen. I really don't know what happened yesterday. I am a gentle soul, I have never leaned towards violence for any resolution. In my mind, punching does nothing but hurt people emotionally and physically. So I wanted to say I couldn't be more sorry about hitting you like that."
"It's okay, Kalena."
"Something in me tells me that it will take a while for you to warm up to us. And that's perfectly okay, we want you to become our friend. To hang out with us and enjoy it, to listen to each other and care. And I know what happened yesterday probably wrecked all that, but maybe we could start all over. I don't want to fight anymore." Her voice cracked and I knew she was going to cry if I didn't say something. In all honesty, I would really like that. Everything she said.
"I am willing to try as long as you are. You all are."
"Of course." Geraldine said.
"But one thing. No more rules. We're in college, and rules have never applied to me."
"You never followed them anyway." Kalena smiled. Geraldine and Abbaline laughed with her, and I threw in a fake smile to make them all feel better. She didn't ask for an apology and I am glad.
I knew that it wouldn't be easy to come here right off the bat and make friends. I just needed the people who wouldn't mind my temper, my depression, my hostility, my everything. And obviously they do care, but they are willing to see past all that. And that's all I can really ask for.
"So, now that's that. Now for the real question. Who wants to come exploring with me?" Kalena stood up and stretched despite only being seated for a few minutes.
"We do!" Abbaline rushed up to grab her brush.
"Do you want to come, Anaelle? I can show you some really cool spots. I've lived here my whole life so I won't get you lost." Kalena reached for my hand to help me off the ground. It would be good to know my surroundings a little more. Maybe I can even find a place I really like and take my schoolwork there or something. Maybe I could take Donte to a romantic spot and we could have one of those cliché picnic dates.
"Sure." And I reached for her cool chunky hand. And I put on cuter clothes. And I even let Abbaline do my makeup despite telling her no multiple times. And I accepted the compliments they gave me. And as we left I let the door open slightly, just in case Donte or Montgomery wanted to come in. Just in case.
