Chapter 1: Introduction
We finally got back to the dorm after clubbing
3 am or so, sloshed and knackered. The door to our dorm room thudded loudly, a cliché of college living. A sliver of hallway light spilled through the entry. I flung my keys around and caught them like an expert, while Harrison knuckled the bulging muscles of his neck.
The mess of our quarters swept over me like a mental slap—clothes slung over chairs like broken limbs, textbooks spilling from piles on the ground.Harrison and Isla had been arguing all night
, laced together in some drunken, twisted dance of fighting and flirting. I don't need to see more of that, I thought, making for the small lumpy bed in the corner, grateful that I had a sanctuary from their shitshow.
She acted different towards him since walking on him naked and seeing the size of his cock weeks ago
.
Isla slumped on her twin bed, collapsed by the force of drink and petty cruelties. Her blue eyes glittered at me, cunning and questioning.
I couldn’t wait to fuck Isla after Harrison left my room . But they kept arguing . “ Isla your ass is so small “ ssid Harrison
in a theatrical tone. “ The better to snap at you with “ she replied with a grin, adding to the heap of tensions building in the atmosphere.
Harrison and Isla began play fighting
, just like old times, which led into a passionate make-out session right in front of my held-breath self. I almost wished I was back at the club, surrounded by sleazy music and far more subtle encounters.
My girlfriend Isla
locks lips with Harrison, and there I stands. The scene unsettles the familiar buzz running through me, a chaotic disharmony that colours the room in frustration. It Weighed on me, watching the shift in their body language. The intertwining hands. The snuggled legs. Undeniable drift of emotions that sparked something seeming inevitable.
Harrison bent Isla over and spanked her , ‘ not arguing with me now
are ya ?’
‘Urm isla you’re meant to be my girlfriend
!’
I blurted out. Watching them like a fucked-up love triangle with uneven lines and jagged edges.
Harrison
and Isla were like animals, unable to contain their desires for each other. My heart sank, heavy and in the back of my throat, at the realization that my best friend and love interest couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other.
The party fizzled out , leaving the three of us on the brink of exhaustion and conflict.
“ me and Harrison are just kissing
e some fun ”, Isla giggled, ivory skin flushed from the alcohol.
“ Not in front of me you aren’t ”, I replied, trying to muster some assertiveness. I deflated, feeling the weight of my inexperience . “ I’m just trying to figure it all out", I mumbled to the scuffed linoleum floor.
Awkward silence settled over us like an itchy blanket , the initial high of the night dissipated in the dim light of the room.
“ isla this is cheating ’,” I muttered, struggling to make sense of the situation.
“ You're overreacting George ,” she chided, rolling her eyes at me. A small smile toyed with her lips, seeking to embroil us all in a complicated dance, one that left me feeling uncoordinated and queasy.
I often found myself in these uncomfortable scenarios with Harrison and Isla:'s constant bickering, drunken hook-ups, and betrayals laced each step with tension.
It seems as though my best friend and reality kept colliding, ripping me apart slowly.