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PINUP GIRL
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By James J. Craft
Illustrations by Mignon
Chapter One
Max wasn’t taking school as seriously as he should. Like most
freshmen, he had spent most of his first year partying and drinking and
partying some more with his new friends and dorm-mates. Almost everyone
single
one of them had flunked out before the end of the first year. Max knew
why. He
had blown so much of his student loan that by the time his sophomore
year came
around things were looking financially bleak. Even with his having
worked all
summer (at one job or another) it was looking more and more like he
would not
be able to afford to pay the rent of his dorm room, at least the half
that had
been his.
Max's roommate suggested that he consider finding a cheaper place in
the city...or as he had put it “stick it to the oppressive
authoritative school administration that strives to forever enslave us
to the
banks of the world by charging outrageous rent on a room built by the
taxpayers”. Regardless of the rhetoric, Max understood his point. He
could likely find a cheaper place to live off campus.
By the second week of September however, Max’s search for affordable
housing seemed to be taking a back seat to his old ways. Though he knew
he
shouldn’t be, he was once again spending his money rather
irresponsibly.
Max had had to find himself a new crew to ‘hang’ with, and as
almost all of the guys he had hung with had either dropped out or
smartened up,
he had taken it upon himself to be something of a ‘mentor’ to a new
crop of Freshman slackers. And that could only mean one thing…boys
night
out.
And plenty of them.
There were guys nights out at the pub, boys nights out at the club, boys night out at the frat-house keg parties…even a boys night out at the strippers (that one really cost him). And on top of that there was this girl. Not just any girl, but (in his opinion) the prettiest girl in his finance class. A pretty girl name Jessica. He tried in vain on several occasions to make small talk with her. Asking her stupid questions about class…about the weather…even sports (which he knew pitifully little about). His classmates, even his posse of first year students…told him to forget her, that she was bad news…out of his league, etc., etc. And if not for that one Monday morning in mid-September, he likely would have forgotten all about her and moved on to better 'kill'.
But that wasn’t how it happened at all. That cool autumn morning as they were filing out of the finance lecture Max heard a voice from behind him, “Are you going to the Omni-Beta-Gamma-Yamma-Nano party on Friday? It was Jessica. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. He sputtered once or twice before regaining his composure and turning around…cool as cool can be…to respond to her query.
There were guys nights out at the pub, boys nights out at the club, boys night out at the frat-house keg parties…even a boys night out at the strippers (that one really cost him). And on top of that there was this girl. Not just any girl, but (in his opinion) the prettiest girl in his finance class. A pretty girl name Jessica. He tried in vain on several occasions to make small talk with her. Asking her stupid questions about class…about the weather…even sports (which he knew pitifully little about). His classmates, even his posse of first year students…told him to forget her, that she was bad news…out of his league, etc., etc. And if not for that one Monday morning in mid-September, he likely would have forgotten all about her and moved on to better 'kill'.
But that wasn’t how it happened at all. That cool autumn morning as they were filing out of the finance lecture Max heard a voice from behind him, “Are you going to the Omni-Beta-Gamma-Yamma-Nano party on Friday? It was Jessica. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. He sputtered once or twice before regaining his composure and turning around…cool as cool can be…to respond to her query.
Is that the best you could do?? He silently scolded himself for such
a lame
line.Ah, come on. You should go…it’ll be fun.”
She handed him an admittance ticket and winked before turning and
walking
off.
The party at the OBGYN sorority would be packed with girls, it was a
veritable bachelor buffet…but Max was only interested in one of
them...Jessica. He watched her walking slowly away from him in her snug
fitting
Capri pants and heeled sandals and smiled. She was totally hot – and
she
didn’t even know it. He looked forward to seeing her on Friday.
The rest of the week flew by, and Max soon found himself at the
front door
of the OBGYN sorority house on the far side of the campus. After
handing his
ticket to the campus security guard he started scanning the room to
find
Jessica. But it wasn’t an easy task at all. The house was packed. He
would catch the occasional glimpse of her here and there, but by the
time he
made his way through the crowd to where he thought she was – she was
gone. The entire night was beginning to look like a waste of time.
He grabbed a beer and flopped down on one of the sorority’s
house’s sofas next to another guy who looked equally frustrated.
Girl Trouble?” the stranger asked.
Yeah,” Max replied before pausing to sip his beer, “Among
other things,”
Oh?” The other guy chuckled as he took a swig from his own
brown bottle, “Like what?”
Max had already finished about four beers before the one in his
hand, which
caused the filter that screens out what is appropriate to tell someone
you’ve just met at a keg party, to become temporarily disabled. So
after
taking a short pause to gulp down several more mouthfuls from his
bottle, he
began to unload his life story…the abbreviated version…on the
stranger…who listened carefully and intently.
So you need a place to stay?” The stranger summarized
Max’s story.
Max looked at him strangely, wondering how much exactly he told the
young
man.
Uh, yeah”
The stranger put a business card in Max’s hand with a smile,
“Give me a call tomorrow and we’ll talk. My roommate just left
so…” he paused to shrug his shoulders, “I’m kind of
looking for a new one.”
Max couldn’t believe his good fortune.
Yeah….” He smiled as he put the card into his pocket,
“Okay…I will.”
He took another drink, looking down at his bottle, then was about to
ask the
other guy more about his life, but when he looked over, discovered that
he was
already gone.
Max shrugged his shoulders and emptied the last few ounces of suds
into his
mouth.
Things were certainly looking up.
The next day he called the number on the card. Apparently the
stranger’s name was Eric, and he was a ‘freelance’
photographer. He must get all the chicks, Max thought as the phone rang.
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