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  chapter twenty-one

  The information divulged to me by Kyle the day after his dinner date with Heather was not completely unexpected but was nonetheless shocking. He had escaped the jaws of death only to willingly place himself back within their bite.

  My father had four courtside Mavericks season tickets that he rarely used, so I took Kyle to a Mavericks/Bulls game with the intent of getting the full story of his hellish reunion with Heather. Neither of us followed sports or ascribed to them any importance, but the courtside seats generally offered me the opportunity to find one or more whores whom I could easily defile that night. I was hoping the ease with which these whores could be acquired would convince Kyle of the mistake he had made.

  Anecdotally, once at the game, Kyle and I found ourselves sitting a few seats away from Mark Cuban, who was in his standard entertaining form.

  Kyle initiated the conversation about himself and Heather by trying to explain to me that love was real, despite my insistence on the opposite. I attempted all of my old arguments, and it became apparent very quickly that no headway would be made by either party. Kyle maintained that I had no real choice in the matter but to accept their relationship as legitimate and do my best to become Heather’s friend, as she would no doubt be spending more and more time with him and, in turn, with me.

  I asked Kyle if Heather was okay with the whore from her sorority that he fucked to spite her. He claimed that this event hadn’t come up between them yet, but if it did he was certain she would have no choice but to be understanding in the face of her own sexual misconduct. His reasoning was sound, but in the face of a whore’s logic, sound reasoning was virtually irrelevant—a fact Kyle still hadn’t come to understand at that point.

  After a brief lull in the conversation I turned his attention to two very attractive sluts sitting two sections above us. I attempted to appeal to his basic biological nature and posed to him a bet of sorts. I asked him if he would fuck one of the sluts indicated if I could get them to come down to us and share the other two seats. He claimed he wouldn’t cheat on Heather. Even after I pointed out that either of the cunts was easily twice as attractive as Heather (which he incorrectly denied), Kyle was unwavering. Nonetheless at halftime I made my way to their seats and invited them to join us, which they, of course, did without hesitation.

  Once in the seats I opened the discussion to them, forcing Kyle to fill them in on all the details of his relationship with Heather up to what was then its current status. I then asked the girls to give their meaningless opinions on whether or not it would be cheating if Kyle were to get in the Jacuzzi back at my mansion with either one of them. This statement was meant to serve two obvious purposes: (1) It informed the whores that I had a mansion, and (2) it allowed Kyle to see that sluts as attractive as these two could be interested in him (or at least could feign interest in order to see my mansion).

  It was decided that sitting in a hot tub is nowhere near cheating, and since I, or my driver rather, was Kyle’s ride, he had no choice but to come back to my house with these sluts. Once there his biological programming kicked in, and after several drinks he did indeed get in the Jacuzzi with myself and the two whores. I initiated the first sexual advance by informing the more attractive of the two sluts that she had two choices: remove her bathing suit or suck my dick. She agreed to the former with a drunken smile. Kyle was made visibly uncomfortable by this, so I commanded the other slut to comfort him. She made a legitimate attempt by moving in for a kiss, but Kyle shied away and got out of the Jacuzzi. He retreated somewhere inside my house and left me to fuck both of the whores myself. It was a very similar situation to the last time we were in the Jacuzzi with two sluts, except this time Kyle did not fuck one of them before I did.

  After I was through with the whores I told them to take a cab back to whatever place they’d come from, then made my way inside to find Kyle. I found him asleep in a guest room, his phone next to his head. I looked through his recent calls to find that for the entire forty-two minutes I had been in the Jacuzzi fucking the sluts he had been engaged in conversation with Heather about what I could only assume was nothing of importance—probably wordless cooing and pet-name exchanging.

  I left him to sleep without waking him up to revisit the conversation, knowing that I had more than likely lost my best friend forever. Heather had, by some means that remained unknown to me, stolen him once more, and this time her possession of him seemed so utterly complete that I feared the person Kyle used to be, the friend I used to have, would cease to exist soon after that night. The actuality of the transformation Kyle would undergo in the coming years was something far beyond anything I would have ever predicted.

  I watched the sluts wait outside for a cab for a few minutes and then I got in my bed and thought of the days as children when Kyle and I used to spend hours playing Mario Kart 64. The game, despite its repetitive nature in a single-player format, never bored us when playing with each other. Sleep came easily that night once I reconciled the loss of my best friend to the very thing I hated most in the world.

  summer

  I finished up the rest of that year with really great grades and I honestly couldn’t have been happier. Heather and I spent almost every day together or at least almost every night together and everything just felt right. I got my old job at the movie theater back, but didn’t work quite as much, and Heather stayed in town, so we saw a lot of each other. My parents were actually really cool about letting her stay over every once in a while, too. Her mom wasn’t so into that, though, so we had to kind of sneak around when we did it. The nights were the best. It would be hot as hell during the day, and it wouldn’t really cool off much at night, but Heather and I would go out to this old swing set behind her house that she used to play on when she was a kid and eat Popsicles or drink this peach tea her mom always made and just talk. Every once in a while we’d fuck or she’d give me a blowjob, but mostly we’d just talk. It was probably the best summer of my life.

  I hung out with Kyle like almost every day, which I actually really liked a lot. It was really good to like be with him away from all of the school crap. My old freshman-year roommate, Annie, was taking some summer courses so she actually stayed in town and I got to kind of hang out with her a pretty decent amount, too, which was cool because once we got in different sororities I didn’t really see all that much of her. I didn’t see a lot of Brett that year. I mean we hung out a few times, like me, him, and Kyle, you know? It was just a really relaxed, cool summer. Kyle and I got really close, like way closer than we were our freshman year, and we actually talked a few times about marriage. Not like we were going to get married that summer or anything, but about the idea of it and just kind of like if we might want to think about it.

  Aside from being forced by Kyle to spend time with him when Heather was also present, the highlights of my summer were unremarkable, with one exception. I made a trip to my father’s office on a day in mid-July, for reasons I can’t recall, only to find Greg Simmons sitting in a cubicle outside the office of one of my father’s vice presidents of sales. I, of course, was treated with respect by every employee of the company who crossed my path, because they all assumed that one day I would replace my father and be their employer. Greg, on the other hand, as the summer intern, was treated with slightly less respect, and my favorite moment of the visit to my father’s office came when I had the opportunity to ask Greg to get me a cup of coffee with sugar in the presence of the vice president who served as his mentor. Under the watchful gaze of the man he one day hoped might give him a job, he had little choice but to obey my request and serve me a cup of coffee, which I left sitting on his cubicle desk untouched. His rage was obvious.

  part three

  junior year

  chapter one

  Going into my third year at SMU, I couldn’t have been happier. My grandma, who I loved but really barely knew when I stopped to think about it, died of old age toward the end of the summer and left me seven tho
usand dollars, so I was finally able to get the fuck out of McElvaney Hall. I got myself a little one-bedroom apartment a few blocks from campus, which I was more than excited to have shitloads of sex with Heather in. I signed up for all my classes, most of which looked interesting and none of which looked too difficult except for this applied physics class. For some reason physics always seemed daunting to me, but I wasn’t too concerned. I assumed I’d just have to study a little harder.

  But besides having my own place and a class load that seemed pretty easy, I had Heather. I moved into my apartment a week before our first classes and a few days before she had to do anything with her sorority. She and my parents helped me get settled. My mom and dad I don’t think ever really liked Heather, and they liked her even less the second time around, but they didn’t say anything about it to me, which I always appreciated.

  That first night, after everything was moved in, my mom and dad took us out to eat at Big Al’s Pizza and they made a pretty decent effort to warm up to Heather. I guess they must have thought that if we were back together after all the shit we had been through, it was going to be for a while.

  We got our food and sat down and my dad said, “So, Heather, you looking forward to some of your classes this year? You probably start some kind of student-teaching or something your junior year, right?”

  Heather said, “Um, yeah, I guess. I don’t like really know. I mean I know the first semester I don’t think I have to student-teach yet. Maybe second semester.”

  My mom said, “Have you given any thought to what kind of a teacher you want to be yet?”

  What she said next can just be thrown on the pile of statements that proved I had my head too far up her ass to hear clearly. She said, “I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter. I mean I want to focus on marriage and family and everything first and career second, so if I need to teach for like a year or something at an elementary school before I start my own family, then I guess I could be like an art teacher or something, you know?”

  I love my mom. She said, “Oh, that sounds very fulfilling,” in about as sarcastic a tone as she could muster, which wasn’t very sarcastic at all. My dad and I got it, but Heather didn’t.

  The rest of the night was spent talking about nothing important. Back at my apartment just before my parents were about to leave, my dad peeled me off a hundred bucks and said, “Don’t spend this on her. Use it to buy something for yourself,” which I appreciated. I gave my mom and dad a hug good-bye and then it was just me and Heather alone for the first night in my very first apartment.

  She said, “So we’re all alone. What do you want to do now?”

  I said, “I guess we should christen the place.”

  She said, “You mean we should both take dumps in the toilet?” And I remembered that occasionally Heather could actually be pretty funny. I hugged her and I kissed her and I said, “What I actually meant was that we could both take dumps in the shower,” which got a laugh out of her and then we started kissing and didn’t stop until we were fucking.

  That night we fucked in almost every place you could possibly imagine in that apartment. The couch, the shower, the bed—and I guess that pretty much covers the entire place. It was pretty fucking small, but that made it better to me. It was like a little nest just for me and Heather, and it could have been even smaller, to be honest, and I would have been perfectly happy.

  I remember that the next morning the whole place smelled like her. I can only assume that was because it was so small. After she left to go meet up with some of her sorority sisters I tried to clean some more stuff up, get some more stuff out of boxes, all the usual moving-in crap that no one likes to do, but I couldn’t. Every time I would move in that place it would stir some little jet stream of air that would deliver a shot of her smell right to my nose and then I’d start thinking about us fucking the night before.

  My shit stayed in boxes for a few weeks after moving in.

  chapter two

  That first night back was like seriously the best. Kyle having his own place made it really seem like things were going to be different, you know, like they were going to be real or like more adult I guess. I mean when we first started dating and we lived at McElvaney it was like he was still a kid, kind of, but once he had his place it made everything just seem more legit, like we were getting further away from being high school kids and closer to being college graduates or something.

  The next morning I went to the Kappa house to move some of my stuff back in and say hi to some of the other girls. We also had a meeting that afternoon that was like mandatory and everything. It was basically just to talk about like all of the new stuff we were going to be doing that year. They made the announcement that Andrea was going to be our new president, which was seriously exciting for her. I mean we all knew because the vote happened at the end of the year before, but we still had to have like the official ceremony and everything. I was really happy for her. I knew that meant that my chances might be a little better to be president when I was a senior, but I didn’t really think I had a chance because of how I kind of didn’t go to as many parties and everything right after the thing with Brian and Josh. That was cool with me. I never really wanted to be the Kappa president or anything, and honestly I was looking forward to spending time with Kyle that year more than I was even really thinking about doing anything for Kappa.

  After the meeting we were all sitting around drinking wine and this senior named Harlow Gallerston came in and was like, “Sorry I was late for the meeting, guys, but I have a really good excuse.”

  We were all like, “Okay…what is it?”

  And she whipped out her left hand and was like, “Garret proposed. I’m engaged.”

  We were all like going crazy. We gave her a huge hug and everything and she showed us her ring and it was really, really nice. It was like a three-and-a-half-carat princess cut in this really pretty platinum setting with two one-carat diamonds on either side of the middle one. All of the other seniors were seriously jealous. Kendra Thomas was like, “That’s really pretty. Did you tell Garret what kind of ring to get you?”

  Harlow was like, “Kind of, but he picked it out mainly by himself.”

  Kendra was like, “You should have been more specific. When Louis proposes to me this Christmas I told him he better not show up with anything less than four carats or he can find himself another fiancée.” Then she laughed, but we all knew it wasn’t even like close to being a joke for her.

  Pretty much all the seniors had boyfriends and pretty much all of them knew they were going to get proposed to. The only girl who didn’t know what was going to happen was this girl Casey Riddle. She had been dating the same guy since high school and all of the guys in his family had served in the military so he did, too. And he was in Iraq like right during her senior year so she had no idea if he was going to propose to her or even be able to make it back at all or anything. I felt so bad for her.

  For the rest of the night we all just sat around and talked to the seniors about what they were going to do once they got engaged and then married and everything. Most of them were going to move back to wherever their future husbands were from originally. Some of their future husbands were from Dallas so they were going to start looking for houses and everything as soon as they got engaged. Most of them were pretty sure they were going to get proposed to over the Christmas break. Andrea had been dating this guy in Kappa Sig named Ron Thuron, who was like a really cool guy, but he was in Kappa Sig and he didn’t really know what he wanted to do or anything and I kind of felt sorry for her, like she was settling. But it was like her senior year had already started. If she didn’t end up with Ron, she was pretty much fucked. Like I don’t even know how you would even try to find a husband if you don’t have one pretty much locked in by the middle of your senior year.

  I guess I hadn’t really given it much serious thought, me and Kyle getting married, until that night, but I did think that Kyle would probably propose to me
my senior year and I hoped he’d do it early so I could be like the first one, you know like Harlow, to show off my ring and everything. Like I wondered if I could get him to propose to me over the next summer break. I thought I could if I started laying in hints here and there. I just thought the ring might be a problem. I knew he had saved up some money from his summer job but he was spending it all on his apartment. I guess in the end I figured his parents would help him or he could get a loan or something. If he really loved me he’d figure it out and I knew he did really love me so I wasn’t worried.

  chapter three

  Year three of my mandatory and pointless four-year stay at SMU started much like any other—a trip to the South Texas Fertility and Family Medical Center to deposit my semen in a plastic cup, signing up for classes I had no interest in, and ending my first day back at school by ass-fucking someone—in this case Greg Simmons’s younger sister, an eighteen-year-old freshman named Kennedy with a slight amount of hair around her asshole—in my bedroom at the Alpha Tau Omega house.

  Alpha Tau Omega sponsored a family barbecue on the first day back to school. My father was to be a guest of honor of sorts but he was away on business. So his wife filled in, much to the dismay of virtually every member of Alpha Tau Omega and many of their fathers, all much too eager to kiss my father’s ass and all much too aware that my father’s wife presented far less than an adequate proxy.

  It was at this barbecue that I met Greg’s sister. She knew who I was immediately, which led me to the conclusion that my family was a constant topic of conversation for Greg’s family—a fact I found amusing and personally satisfying. I leveraged the fact that I was known to her to lure her into my bedroom while the barbecue was still in full swing in the backyard of the house. Once in my bedroom, there was no real need to maintain the pleasantries. I told her simply that I wanted to ram my dick in her ass as hard as I could and I wanted to press her tits up against my window so the guests of the family barbecue, her parents included, could see what a nasty little slut she was. She agreed to the former but not the latter. And she was not given the chance to agree or disagree with my request to photograph us in the act because the request never existed. I simply took the photo and she never demanded it be erased so it wasn’t.