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regularly. In the spirit of, well, school spirit, I’d sent him a penis-shaped pillow as a mascot and he’d sent me a bumper sticker that said “I Love ‘Cocks” which, after several arguments, I finally succumbed to Dad’s refusal of letting me put it on my car.
I’d finally graduated high school and planned on attending Northwestern in the fall. I’d taken concurrent courses my senior year, so I’d knocked out several of the basics and was well on my way to getting into the physical therapy program by my junior year. Rebecca wanted to be a nurse anesthetist, so we’d both be taking several of the same science classes when it came to our degrees.
First semester, we drove to our classes together since we both lived at home, but after we’d proven with our grades that we were serious about this college stuff, our parents let us get an apartment together, and it was awesome! We felt so grown up. We both got jobs at the Starbucks in Norris Center, so at least we were trying to help our parents out with the bills some.
Jag had been excited for me though he hadn’t gotten to see my new place, but I’d emailed him gobs of pictures of it. I quickly found that living in the apartment made me miss him even more because Rebecca and Ross were still dating which meant Ross spent the night regularly. He was attending Northwestern also and majoring in criminal justice. So I had to deal with watching them being all lovey-dovey while my celibate, virgin self pined for my boyfriend. Good times.
“El! We’re going to the party at Slade’s house tonight. Come with us!” Rebecca called from her bedroom.
So Slade Ryan was holding another party, eh? Hm. Slade was a guy we worked with at Starbuck’s who was our age and also attended Northwestern. Rebecca and I had decided that he was forbidden fruit. He was just too damned cute with his surfer-boy look, shaggy blond hair, tanned skin and gorgeous green eyes. Oh, and when he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks were like an inch deep showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth. See? Totally cute. And talk about a flirt. The guy had to hold the Guinness record for most hours of nonstop flirting ever.
“Can’t. Jag’s gonna be calling soon,” I hollered back from where I sat on the sofa watching TV.
I heard her growl and spit out a few choice words, informing me under her breath that it was a Friday night and it shouldn’t be wasted in front of the TV, all of which I ignored.
Rebecca was worried about me. I stayed in almost every night waiting for Jag to call. Therefore, she and I went through the same routine over and over:
Come out with us, El!
Can’t. Jag’s gonna call.
You can go one night without talking to him.
I know, but I don’t want to.
You think he’s not going out down there? That he’s being a good little boyfriend?
*blank stare*
I’m sorry, El. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. I just want you to have a life outside of Jag.
I do have a life.
*snort* Yeah, in class, at work or hanging at home waiting for him to call. You’re always waiting.
Just because I don’t go out and drink copious amounts of adult beverages doesn’t mean I don’t have a life. *scowl*
*eye roll* Whatever.
And round and round it went.
At least I got a lot of studying done. Whoopee.
So after Rebecca and Ross left, I waited for Jag to call. And waited. And waited. And then waited some more. I knew he didn’t have a game that night or any over the weekend, so that couldn’t have been what was holding him up. By ten o’clock, I’d had it with the waiting and called him.
“Hello. You’ve reached the very sexy Jagger Jensen’s phone,” answered a sultry female voice. “How can I help you?”
I was a little stunned to say the least. I could hear the sounds of a party going on in the background. Thank God it wasn’t quiet which would’ve led me to believe that Jag was alone with this chick. “Is Jag around?”
“And who may I say is calling?” the
I’d finally graduated high school and planned on attending Northwestern in the fall. I’d taken concurrent courses my senior year, so I’d knocked out several of the basics and was well on my way to getting into the physical therapy program by my junior year. Rebecca wanted to be a nurse anesthetist, so we’d both be taking several of the same science classes when it came to our degrees.
First semester, we drove to our classes together since we both lived at home, but after we’d proven with our grades that we were serious about this college stuff, our parents let us get an apartment together, and it was awesome! We felt so grown up. We both got jobs at the Starbucks in Norris Center, so at least we were trying to help our parents out with the bills some.
Jag had been excited for me though he hadn’t gotten to see my new place, but I’d emailed him gobs of pictures of it. I quickly found that living in the apartment made me miss him even more because Rebecca and Ross were still dating which meant Ross spent the night regularly. He was attending Northwestern also and majoring in criminal justice. So I had to deal with watching them being all lovey-dovey while my celibate, virgin self pined for my boyfriend. Good times.
“El! We’re going to the party at Slade’s house tonight. Come with us!” Rebecca called from her bedroom.
So Slade Ryan was holding another party, eh? Hm. Slade was a guy we worked with at Starbuck’s who was our age and also attended Northwestern. Rebecca and I had decided that he was forbidden fruit. He was just too damned cute with his surfer-boy look, shaggy blond hair, tanned skin and gorgeous green eyes. Oh, and when he smiled, the dimples in his cheeks were like an inch deep showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth. See? Totally cute. And talk about a flirt. The guy had to hold the Guinness record for most hours of nonstop flirting ever.
“Can’t. Jag’s gonna be calling soon,” I hollered back from where I sat on the sofa watching TV.
I heard her growl and spit out a few choice words, informing me under her breath that it was a Friday night and it shouldn’t be wasted in front of the TV, all of which I ignored.
Rebecca was worried about me. I stayed in almost every night waiting for Jag to call. Therefore, she and I went through the same routine over and over:
Come out with us, El!
Can’t. Jag’s gonna call.
You can go one night without talking to him.
I know, but I don’t want to.
You think he’s not going out down there? That he’s being a good little boyfriend?
*blank stare*
I’m sorry, El. I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. I just want you to have a life outside of Jag.
I do have a life.
*snort* Yeah, in class, at work or hanging at home waiting for him to call. You’re always waiting.
Just because I don’t go out and drink copious amounts of adult beverages doesn’t mean I don’t have a life. *scowl*
*eye roll* Whatever.
And round and round it went.
At least I got a lot of studying done. Whoopee.
So after Rebecca and Ross left, I waited for Jag to call. And waited. And waited. And then waited some more. I knew he didn’t have a game that night or any over the weekend, so that couldn’t have been what was holding him up. By ten o’clock, I’d had it with the waiting and called him.
“Hello. You’ve reached the very sexy Jagger Jensen’s phone,” answered a sultry female voice. “How can I help you?”
I was a little stunned to say the least. I could hear the sounds of a party going on in the background. Thank God it wasn’t quiet which would’ve led me to believe that Jag was alone with this chick. “Is Jag around?”
“And who may I say is calling?” the
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