“You know they invented a word for guys like him.”
“Sure, and what would that be?”
“Creep.” Judith took the glare from beneath Sarah’s brow. “You know he’s a creep, he cheated on you with a freshman. Any guy who sleeps with something that young must have issues. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up in prison.”
The biology books were starting to dig into Sarah’s arms. Switching arms no longer cured the tightness in her shoulders. The stone bench seemed a welcome relief.
“Sarah, you’re going to be late for lab.”
“Who cares, I’m failing anyway. And he wasn’t a creep; I don’t date creeps and I never plan to. That girls was just a tramp. All boys are weak, but he’s too weak to have me.” Her spirits were rising and the bags no longer dug as deep into her shoulders. “Screw bio, I’m going to the gym. You coming?”
“Unlike you, I have to keep my grades up to stay in school. You should be at least a little worried about your grades, how do you expect to ever get out of here?”
“I don’t expect anything. Have fun in lab.” They parted.
Sarah came to the gym entrance but moved on. She passed the gym, passed the campus gates, and kept going even further. No one paid attention to her as she passed by. She knew exactly where she was going and no one else cared. The sidewalk carried her on past the bookshops and cafes. Each grass filled crack measured a distance further from what she ever thought she was capable of.
After a left on Tunsdale and a right on Spokes Street she found her destination. The rundown home needed siding and the roof had a few leaks, but this was the place. Would her father approve of her even looking at a house like this? It didn’t matter; he would never know of the party she attended there last week.
The first half of that evening was a little dull but full of beer and spirits. The second half was a bit of a blur. The night ended with her being driven back to her dorm by Kenneth, the recluse who lived under party central.