I guess I should start at the beginning huh? The reason
I’m staring at this beautiful girl who just in an instant
realized who her real friends were, who will still be there
for her and who never was.

It started when…actually let me introduce myself, I’m
Reilly I have no idea why I’m at this party and I’m
fairly drunk. I don’t personally know anyone that lives in
this apartment, which is kind of creepy but regardless like
I was saying I’m not particularly “biffles” with
anyone that lives here, nor am I affiliated with this
sorority. I’m here because my roommate was invited by this
girl in her class who is friends with one of the girl’s
that lives here. Don’t ask me why I agreed to come, maybe
it was the lack of decent parties on this campus so close to
the spring recess. I don’t really have a lot of friends, I
was never the popular type, or the kind of person that
people remembered. When I got here, I’m not gonna lie it
was quite awkward, almost unpleasant and then I recognized
this one girl who was in my class last semester, she
was…well wasted to say the least. She inspired me to as
well dabble in some toxic substances, if you will. I quickly
found my comfort zone and I was pleasant there for the
majority of the party, something about the blonde chick kept
me here however, I was curious about her. She was hiding
something for sure, I intended to figure it out…how? I
hadn’t the slightest idea but that’s what a few beers
and a shot of tequila will do to ya, make you think you’re
Nancy Drew or some shit. I had been watching her all night,
not in a
I-want-to-kill-you-from-a-distance-for-my-15-minutes-of-
fame kinda way, but I was interested in her…and not in a
i-want-to-someday-have-your-babies kinda way.. just in a
normal way. She seemed like the girl that everyone envied in
high school, the girl that was a star athlete or
cheerleader…a steady boyfriend or two, fairly good grades
and a choice of colleges at her fingertips…not a bitch but
she didn’t go unnoticed. You wanted to be her friend, or
you wanted to actually be her but she seemed too innocent
for anyone to actually be mean to her. Happy family for
sure, definitely white picket fence status. None of these
things drew me to this girl, it was that she seemed unhappy,
sure she laughed and seemed like she was having a good time
but it’s what she did unconsciously that got me to
noticing how sad she truly was. The way she would check her
cell phone every few minutes, there’s no way someone could
care about the time that much in a matter of 10
minutes…the way every time someone came in or out of the
door she would look towards it and be disappointed. When she
drank, it was like she was drinking to repress something,
not to have a good time…when her friends joked about
something it was a hollow smile. Her eyes were in a trance
half the night, that’s the only way I could have sat
watching her while going unnoticed. Like there was no one
else in the room.