Chapter 1

I felt like such a loser. It was Friday night, and instead of going out and hitting the clubs to dance, drink, and have fun I was in my dorm room with my best friend. We had known each other since the sixth grade and today was his birthday. No one should be left alone on their birthday, right?

To be honest, I didn’t really feel like going out, anyway. My boyfriend, who I’d been seeing for the last three months, had been cheating on me with his ex-girlfriend. I caught them in bed together two days ago, and nothing had been able to pull me out of my doldrums since. I liked to think that staying in on a Friday night and keeping my friend company on his birthday was good Karma, anyway.

My friend, Jesse, and I had decided that he would supply the pot, I’d order a pizza, and we’d spend the evening together, just like we did so many times in high school.

Jesse was what I affectionately referred to as a dweeb. He was a diminutive Asian guy who was bullied almost constantly in high school because of his small stature. He was very shy and quiet and I couldn’t ever remember him even speaking to anyone besides me.

We’d met in middle school when some thugs from the football team were picking on him and I came to his rescue. Not that I was much bigger than he was, but they weren’t going to hit a girl and they backed down when I started yelling at them. Since that day we’ve been best friends and I’d found him to be one of the sweetest people I know. One time we even tried to kiss, but both of us agreed that it was awkward and neither of us felt a spark, so we mutually decided that we should just remain friends.

It was six-thirty and both of us were incredibly high and full of pizza.

“I’m sorry again, Sara, that your boyfriend cheated on you,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay, I always knew he was too good for me and it was only a matter of time before he’d find someone better,” I said softly.

“That’s a horrible thing to say, you were too good for him.”

“I’m taking solace in the fact that he was hung like this,” as I held up my pinkie finger.

We both burst into laughter, more from the strong, hydroponic pot than my little joke.

“His ex-girlfriend deserves him,” I said as I took another long drag from the joint.

I wasn’t sure if I could be classified as pretty. I’d always thought of myself more as average-looking. Maybe tomboy pretty if that was even a way to describe someone. But when I wanted to I cleaned up okay and at the very least looked presentable. I’ve always had a high sex drive and there was never a shortage of guys in high school or college who were willing to hook up with me. Unfortunately, I could never find Mr. Right, which led to a lot of one-night stands and failed relationship attempts.