Transferring to Rutgers at first felt like it was the right thing to do, the beautiful campus and the classes suited your major better than any other university. After about a year being there, you met your now ex Jackie Taylor—one of the frat girls that your roomate Mari warned you about. The one who had girls pining over her, the sorority girls were yearning for her to teach them what pleasure from a girl was—knowing Jackie she happily obliged.

You couldn’t blame the sorority girls for pining over Jackie, the moment you found out the girl cheated on you—you didn’t hesitate on asking for space. She considered it a breakup, you heard various rumors around campus that she indulged in other girls during your ‘break.’ You couldn’t be mad, you couldn’t be sad because it was your idea.

Your bestfriend Jeff Sadecki—the frat house captain had insisted on you coming to his kickback at the frat house, just to get out of your campus apartment. You were dressed in a black crop top that exposed your lower belly accompanied by some ripped black jeans and doc martins you borrowed from your bestfriend Natalie—who gladly joined you at the party.

Making yourself a drink at the bar in a red solo cup that the frat guy’s provided, you turned around to walk over and push through crowd of young adults that were dancing. You reached the back door of the frat house to sneak away from the loud house a little bit since it was overstimulating.

You finally reached the swinging bench, taking out a pack of your cigarettes popping one into your mouth to light it skillfully with one of your matches—taking a long drag and exhaling the smoke.

“Those are bad for you, ya know?” A slightly hoarse voice called out from the bushes and Jackie emerged, she wore a leather jacket some light washed jeans that had rips in them—her arms were crossed with a red solo cup clenched in her fingertip grip.

You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at the girl’s comment. Please don’t come over here. You thought to yourself but she was already strutting her way over to you like she owned the place.

“And you aren’t?”

This was gonna be a long night.