I was forcing myself to read a painfully dull book for my political science class, only because I was dreading studying for statistics even more, when the landline phone in my off-campus apartment rang.
Glad for any distraction, I picked up with a too-perky “Hello!”
“You are way too excited for 9 a.m. on a Sunday, Lily. I can only assume that you have had another boring weekend and were in bed by 10 p.m. last night,” Eve said. “If things are that slow, why didn’t you drive down here? We could have had a lot of fun.”
I had not seen Eve since we had a wild night a couple months earlier, starting at the strip club where she worked and ending up in her bed. It was my first girl-girl experience, and it was amazing and a little nerve-wracking. I went back to campus for the start of my junior year a few days later. She had called me, begging me to spend a weekend with her. But I was a serious student. I was worried that I would enjoy going to see her too much, and end up falling behind in school or worse.
“Well, I did get to bed early, but only because I have three tests this week,” I said. “I would have loved to have seen you, but I needed to study.”