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There used to be a time when going to a Frat party would’ve been considered a rite of passage. I would’ve gone, got my drink on, passed out or thrown up (or both) and then by all Roswell High standards I would’ve been considered a man. Maybe even a legend, since ENMU parties were so hard to break into when you were still a Wildcat. Not that anyone, especially a frat brother, was going to tell Isabel that I couldn’t enter with her. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think I even had to stick that five bucks in the cup at the door, considering the beefy guys at the door only had eyes for her.
The thing is, now that I was here it didn’t feel like such a big deal. In fact, considering my new world view and my constant search for Nirvana - as in perfect peace, not the band – I thought the entire trip here had been pointless. In fact, I had a really good idea that it was a mistake. Then again, if I hadn’t brought up Nirvana in the first place Izzy might not have thought my social situation was desperate enough to drag me to a college party to meet girls. Actually, after going to school and then working in the shop all week I had actually been looking forward to a night of cheesy horror movies. Nothing like a couple of hours of senseless violence, blood and gore to help you find your center at the end of a long week. It wasn’t like I could say no, though. And let’s not kid myself, it’s not like I had a choice. After a while you learn to do whatever Izzy tells you to or face the consequences. Which are usually bad.
I looked around the room, taking in the booming sound system in the corner, the kegs to the right and the group of girls dancing in one big group to catcalls before looking back at Isabel. I wondered how many of these parties she’d come to on her own or if this was her first one and she was just playing it off like a pro. You never really knew with her. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was carved out of confidence.
I forced a smile, raising an eyebrow at a passing girl in a low cut top. I barely registered her face before I was looking back at Izzy. “Wow,” I said, trying to sound enthused. “This is great!”
It wasn’t.
It should’ve been great.
It would’ve been great. Two years ago.
The thing is, now that I was here it didn’t feel like such a big deal. In fact, considering my new world view and my constant search for Nirvana - as in perfect peace, not the band – I thought the entire trip here had been pointless. In fact, I had a really good idea that it was a mistake. Then again, if I hadn’t brought up Nirvana in the first place Izzy might not have thought my social situation was desperate enough to drag me to a college party to meet girls. Actually, after going to school and then working in the shop all week I had actually been looking forward to a night of cheesy horror movies. Nothing like a couple of hours of senseless violence, blood and gore to help you find your center at the end of a long week. It wasn’t like I could say no, though. And let’s not kid myself, it’s not like I had a choice. After a while you learn to do whatever Izzy tells you to or face the consequences. Which are usually bad.
I looked around the room, taking in the booming sound system in the corner, the kegs to the right and the group of girls dancing in one big group to catcalls before looking back at Isabel. I wondered how many of these parties she’d come to on her own or if this was her first one and she was just playing it off like a pro. You never really knew with her. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was carved out of confidence.
I forced a smile, raising an eyebrow at a passing girl in a low cut top. I barely registered her face before I was looking back at Izzy. “Wow,” I said, trying to sound enthused. “This is great!”
It wasn’t.
It should’ve been great.
It would’ve been great. Two years ago.
