Biker's Virgin

Avoid. At all costs.

Chapter Six

Emerson

“Come on, bro, the dive bar on 4th has their two-for-one special! Remember? Last Sunday of every month. Let's hit it, I bet there'll be some talent there. In fact, I know there'll be talent—hot, fresh talent that just arrived for the new semester! This is a college town, ya know.”

“Chris, dude, I told you already. I've got to do some prelim reading before the first day of class tomorrow. Seriously, man, I need to get through these articles. And, you should be brushing up a bit yourself. You barely scraped through last semester.”

Chris' expression morphed instantly from a cheesy grin to a scowl. He looked away from me and shook his head. “Bro, you're acting like… like a freakin' old man these days. Where's the E-Train I'm used to, huh? Man, for the past month you've been so damn serious. Lighten up!”

“Chris, we've been out drinking two nights in a row. We got back from the club at… what was it? Six in the morning Saturday? Then fourteen hours later, we were hitting it hard again. And that carried on until three this morning. Seriously, man, aren't you even feeling the slightest bit tired after all that? I know I am. If I do it again tonight, I guarantee that I won't be able to wake up for class tomorrow. And even if I do manage to get to class, I'll probably fall asleep halfway through. I've gotta have at least one quiet, sober, early evening. Seriously.”

Chris got up, obviously upset. “Whatever man. I'm gonna call Brent. He'll go have beers with me, at least. Enjoy your books, bro,” he mumbled as he left the apartment.

I shook my head and sighed as I watched him leave. He really could act like a spoiled child sometimes. We weren't eighteen anymore. I didn’t know when he’d realize that I needed to start taking life a bit more seriously and, quite frankly, so did he. However, there didn't seem to be any way to get through to him, so what could I do? I leaned back in my chair and resumed reading, trying to get my mind off Chris and the tension building in our friendship.

Several hours later, I closed my books and yawned, stretching my arms out in front of me. I felt proud of myself at that moment. I'd managed to get through everything I needed to read before my first class the next morning. To be honest, I should have read most of it a week before instead of procrastinating and wasting a bunch of time partying and then having to do it all at the last minute. But at least I'd had the determination to get it done, even if that happened to be the night before class.

I got up and stretched out a bit more, grimacing as my arms and chest burned from the post-workout pain from the grueling Saturday session and then headed to the kitchen to whip up a protein shake before bed.

As I was shaking the whey powder and milk in my gym bottle, for whatever reason the Ice Queen next door popped into my mind. I found myself wondering what she was going to be studying and if I'd see her around campus. I wondered if she had a boyfriend and maybe that’s why she was so stand-offish.

I stopped shaking the bottle and caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the kitchen window. I raised a skeptical eyebrow, looking at my reflection disapprovingly, and started to talk to myself.

“Dude, what are you doing? Why are you thinking about the Ice Queen again? Seriously, you have nothing in common with her. As a matter of fact, stop wasting your time thinking about girls, period. You gotta get focused on school. Ration your partying time accordingly. And while you’re at it, try to be a good friend and help Chris do the same. God knows he needs it even more than you do. Not that he seems to understand that. And for Christ’s sake, stop thinking about the girl next door. Brooke isn't gonna help with any of that. In fact, a chick like her will only make your life way more complicated than you can afford for it to be.”

I stared at my reflection for a minute and then gave myself a respectful nod.

“Thanks for the pep talk, man.”

“No worries, I got your back.”

I chuckled, thinking that if anyone had been watching my little exchange, they'd surely think I was insane. But I'm sure everyone does that sort of stuff when they're by themselves… right?

I chugged down the protein shake and then washed out the bottle thoroughly. I learned the hard way that stuff gets real nasty if left overnight. Leave it over a few days and you've got a nuclear situation the scale of Chernobyl on your hands. Not even joking.

I shuffled to the bathroom, turning off all the lights except one dim lamp in the living room so Chris would at least be able to see when he stumbled around like a blind man after he returned home from his alcohol-infused evening. I then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up before bed.

I got it all done in record time, then headed off to my room. It was only ten o' clock—plenty early for me. I switched off the light and was asleep in seconds.

***

I had no idea what time Chris had made it in, but his door was shut and I could hear his snoring when I got up nice and early the next morning. I showered and had a healthy breakfast of granola, fruit, and a protein shake. I was feeling pretty great. I'd done my mandatory reading, got my prep-work done, and I was looking forward to the first day of classes. The sun was even shining when I opened the door to head out. It seemed like a pretty perfect day: blue skies, warm but not uncomfortably hot, and crowds of fresh-faced, eager students milling around outside the apartments.

After locking the place up and heading to the parking lot, I put on my helmet, climbed on my bike, and fired her up. I loved that sound! It was going to be a great day. After my bike was suitably warmed up, I clicked her into gear and tore off down the road. I could have easily walked, but any excuse I got to ride my mean machine, I took it. Not to mention, it definitely made more of an impression arriving on campus riding a bright red, howling motorcycle than it did walking.

I pulled into the parking lot and dismounted after parking my bike in the spot I had dubbed my “usual spot” the previous semester. I locked my helmet to the tank and headed to the science building. My first lecture of the day was chemistry. I won't lie, I was feeling pretty stoked about it until I realized the west wing of the building was more than a little empty. There should have been a steady stream of students walking in, hurrying to the lecture, which was set to begin in five minutes. Instead, it seemed I was the only person there.

I was trying to find my class schedule in my backpack when it hit me and panic made the blood in my veins run ice-cold. I lifted smacked myself in the forehead, cursing at myself for my stupidity. I had been going on last semester's schedule and thinking my chemistry class was in the west wing when it was, instead, in the east wing!

I was going to be about fifteen minutes late for my first class.

Perfect. Just when I was trying to turn things around, here I was about to stroll into class fifteen minutes late and make a terrible first impression. I really couldn't think of a shittier way to start off the new semester. Out of instinct, I turned and started back toward the east wing. After a few steps, I stopped in my tracks. My mind raced as I tried to decide if I should just turn around and leave, pretend I'd been sick. That would look slightly better than arriving late, right?

But if I did that, I'd miss out on a wealth of really important stuff. It was crucial to be at the first class if I wanted to get a good grip on what the class would be like for the rest of the semester.

No. As awful as it would be, I knew I needed to suck it up and walk in fifteen minutes late. I just had to hope I could talk to the professor after class and explain my mistake. Maybe