Never Have I Ever

• Chapter Three •

Folks use to tell me that I looked like a Dominican alien with nice hair. Clearly, they were just fucking haters because I was fucking gorgeous.

"I look fucking good." I mumbled to myself as I looked over myself in the mirror. I didn't do too much. Just a white fitted tee and some adidas joggers and slides.

My roommate, Hudson was lounging on his bed on his phone, taking glances at me getting ready, "How the heck did you get invited to a Eric Harden party? Please tell your ways."

I met his face in the mirror, giving him a confused look, "You say that like he's somebody or something. I thought he was a freshman, too?" I was conflicted on whether to wear my hair down or up in a bun.

Hudson gave me an incredulous look, "Yeah, he's a freshman but he was fucking scouted and got this big ass scholarship to play football for us. He's already the talk of the fucking campus. Do you even fucking follow college sports, Gavin!?" He threw his arms up in exaggeration.

I just shrugged. "Why the fuck would I follow sports. I write music."

Sports never interested me. Well, the players did but the actual activity, never, "And you're a fucking White boy from Jersey. I thought y'all were all about hockey and shit." Or competitive tanning.

He gave me the middle finger, making me
laugh, "Fuck you very much. I'm a sports medicine major, this is literally my job. I wish I was fucking invited. I haven't met anybody worth meeting, yet." Sports medicine? Same as Eric. What a weird coincidence.

I decided to throw him a bone. I mean, I would be a fucking bad roommate if I left him all alone on our first weekend, "Um, I'll ask if I can bring a plus one. That's if you agree to play DD." One, I didn't plan on drinking that much but I still wanted to get tipsy, maybe. Two, I would save money on an Uber. Win, win.

"Please, please, please! Text him right now." Hudson clasped his hands together really tight and pushed his bottom lip out.

"Calm down, bro, I'm literally texting Eric right now." I pulled out my phone and showed him. I shot Eric a quick text asking I could bring a friend with me.

Bring your girlfriend if you want.

What? I reread it and it definitely said what I thought it did. Where the fuck he hear that from?

I don't have a girl. I'm talking bout my roommate

He replied not even a second later.

Lol oh. Cool

It was something off about Eric...

I shook my head, "Yeah, um, he said you could come. Get ready. Fast." He leaped up and went straight to digging through his shit. Nah, who ever said white men can't jump lied real bad?

"I'm already regretting this shit." I turned back to my reflection, hair down. Definitely down.

"Done!" Hudson shouted and we was out.

It ain't take us long at all to find the place. What I expected was an apartment but it was actual a small home. I know being an athlete paid off but I didn't know it your own fucking house paid off.

"Look at this fucking house, dude." Hudson beamed. He was such a fucking fanboy. I silently agreed, though. Maybe I should check out his fucking sports highlights. Nah, I wouldn't even know what the fuck I was looking at.

But, then again, I could have Hudson explain the shit to me since he knew so much.

We parked in the driveway and just went through the already unlocked door.