Greg and Jesse were hanging out at the pool hall one night with a bunch of other friends, when two hot girls walked in.

          “Man, check that out. I love college! Hot girls, parties, it’s better than high school,” Jesse smirked. Greg laughed pretending to care about the girls. “Dude go talk to them, I see that blonde chick staring at you.”

          “Naw, I can’t. I’m kind of in between girls and I don’t really feel like going through their drama for a little bit.”

          “In between? Who? Oh, you got someone waiting for you back home?”

          “I’m not sure. Actually, I haven’t talked to her in, well since I left.” Greg said sadly. It was true though, even though they promised to call and keep in touch, he just hadn’t found time. He didn’t know what she was doing or how she was doing either.

          “Does this girl have a name?” Jesse said sarcastically.

          “Yeah, Hilary.”

          “Hilary?  This doesn’t happen to be Hilary Dock, does it?” Jesse shrieked.

          “Um, yeah it actually does.” Greg said depressed.

          “I didn’t know you two were an item. How long? Are you still? Since when? What have you done (licks lips)? Haha,” the questions kept spilling out.

          “A few months, I’m not sure, about March, none of your business you dirty pig, how many drinks have you had?” Greg and Jesse laughed together. Talking about Hilary made Greg want to hear her sweet voice.

          “I’m gonna step outside and get some fresh air, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He was sober enough to know he was drunk. Greg stood up and walked to the curb, sat down, and pulled out his cell. It rang a few times before someone finally answered.

          “HELLO?” a man answered-her dad.

          “Hi can I talk to Hilary?”

          “Who the hell is this?” the gruff voice demanded.

          “A friend of hers, Greg.”

          “Hold on,” He grouched. Greg heard him yelling in the background, “Get your fat ass down here and take the damn phone!” he knew Mr. Dock was mean, but he never heard or saw him do anything.

          “Hello?” her voice sounded ragged and tired, but still loving and warm.

          “Hey you, long time no talk.” Greg was smiling.

          “Greg? Is that you?”

          “I’ve missed you baby, come visit me.”

          “Greg you’re drunk, aren’t you? How many drinks have you had?” not the reaction he’d hoped for when he called.

          “Just a couple…”

          “Try calling me back when you’re sober and acting your age. I don’t like talking to the drunk-Greg-Raposo.” –Click-

          “Well that was wonderful!” he said to himself. Note to self, call back tomorrow if I’m not too hung-over. He picked himself up and walked the 3 blocks to his 2 bedroom-1 full bath-apartment and crashed on his king-sized bed.

After hanging up with Greg, Hilary took the 6 pm bus to 7-Eleven. Why is it that the only time he chooses to call, he’s totally wasted. I thought he was different.

It was after 12 by the time Hilary walked into the house and she wanted nothing but a bath then go to sleep, only to get up tomorrow, and wait on dirty men that try to talk her up at the diner. Life sucked.