Chapter 2
Carrie Litim looked over her notes; she had a biology test today and wanted to pass it. She was hoping to get on the Dean’s List again this semester.
“Hey Carrie, you want to go to a party tonight?” Her roommate Sally asked.
“Maybe, let’s see how I do on my test.” Carrie answered.
Sally looked at her shocked, “Wait did I just hear that right, you might come with me? Are you feeling okay? Did you finish your book? Why are you possibly agreeing to go out?”
Carrie laughed at her roommate. “Just because I usually don’t go out, doesn’t mean I can’t. I figured one party here and there won’t hurt. After all I have a long weekend, so why not enjoy a bit of it.”
“Great! I can’t wait to tell the others!” Sally jumped up in excitement.
Carrie watched her skitter out of the room. She had to laugh. Sally was everything that Carrie wasn’t. She was bold and brave and up front. While Carrie was shy and not brave at all. If she would have been brave, she would have slept with Johnny Strom.
She sighed thinking of the hunky quarterback of the college team. He was arrogant, mouthy, cocky, and damn gorgeous. He had talked to her a few times, made it aware to her that he wanted to have sex. But that was it, just sex, nothing more. She couldn’t allow that to happen.
But if she was Sally, she would have been in bed with him quicker than he could imagine. That was really why she had agreed to go to the party, to see him.
Carrie liked when he touched her, and it made her want so much more from him. She knew it was a bad idea, had heard from his own mouth about the women he’d slept with. “That can’t be good; he must have some sort of disease.” She said aloud.
She knew she should just stay away from Johnny, run far away and never look back. But she really did like him, there seemed to be a lot more under his public image. That was the part of Johnny she wanted to get to know.
Not for the first time she thought back to the first time they met. It had been a sorority party and he had come to their house. She had barely been downstairs, trying to avoid all the noise and drinking. But she had finally had to traipse down the stairs to get a drink.
He had run into her in the kitchen. “Hey I haven’t seen you tonight, my names Johnny.” He had smiled at her.
She had been annoyed; she had hoped to escape back upstairs quickly. “Hi I’m Carrie, nice to meet you. I have to go back and study though.”
When she had tried to leave he had stopped her for a minute. “Hey don’t go so quick! I mean I can actually understand you, you aren’t slurring every word!”
She had laughed, “That’s because I don’t drink a lot, and haven’t had any tonight. I find it messes with my ability to concentrate and learn.”
He had smiled that killer smile, the one that she saw in her dreams now. “Yeah it does do that. Don’t tell anyone, but, this is the only drink I’ve had tonight.” He had whispered to her.
Carrie had felt privileged to know something no one else did about him. “Why is that?” She had asked him, she had honestly been shocked.
“I don’t like what it does to my body. But I also don’t want to hear all that shit about being a wuss and crap like that. You know how guys get when they think you aren’t drinking enough. Do girls do the same thing?” He asked her.
“No not really. I mean they might ask you if you want something, but they’ll just roll their eyes if you say no too often!” She had laughed.
“Well that’s kind of nice. Guys go into this long spiel of how you’re not a man unless you drink so much, and yada yada yada!” He had laughed.
She had ended up talking to him for a few hours. During that time she had learned a lot about him. He was far more than what the public saw, but she would never let them know his secrets. Carrie was sure that he wasn’t a boy scout either though; he most likely was quite the ladies’ man.
Eventually that night he had been propositioned by one of who sorority sisters. Carrie had excused herself, not sure if he took up her sister on the offer or not. All the while she had wished she had been daring enough to ask him to her room.