Darren Hayes sat at his ancient computer typing his report for creative writing class. If he weren't so cheap he'd buy a new computer. His report was supposed to be on great authors. The teacher assigned each student an author. Darren got stuck with writing about William Shakespeare. Darren cursed his computer as it slowly searched for articles. Darren opened his file with the report on it. On the report he had typed: William Shakespear.
Darren was stuck. This was a first for him. He saved some articles and turned off his computer. He thought it would be best if he didn't try to think too hard. Darren threw himself onto his bed and pulled a green notebook
from beneath his pillow. He opened it to a clean page and began to write:
I have to do a report on William Shakespeare. Everybody else in the class gets to do easier people write about simpler topics. No one but me has to write about anyone this old and ancient! Some people get to write about interesting writers like Edgar Allan Poe. He's weird, but he is more interesting than Willam Shakespeare is.
Today in that same class I was talking to this new guy named Lee or something like that and he says he is going to put together a band. I might go to the auditions, who knows? Sky thinks that Rock bands are dumb, but who really cares what she thinks? Colby says I should care what my girlfriend thinks. Yeah I should, but I should do what I like too.
Oh gotta go, dorm-mates are here.
Later Darren
Darren stuffed his notebook under his pillow. Soon two guys walked in the room. Darren sighed. It was Daniel and Marshall. Of all the guys in the college why did he have to be stuck with Freshmen, Marshall Marthers, and Sophomore, Daniel Jones. Darren did have to admit that he'd grown to love the
guys, in a way.
"Hey, D," Marshall said drunkenly, "You should've went out with us."
"Yeah it was so much fun," Daniel agreed. Daniel and Marshall sat down on their beds, across from Darren's.
"I wish I could have gone you guys," Darren lied, "But you know this paper I have is due soon so..."
Marshall nodded, "Sure Darren."
"Mr.Party Pooper," Daniel said, "You don't have to turn that report in for almost a week and a half."
Darren sighed. Daniel was right. "Well I wanted to get a head start."
"Darren, admit it," Marshall said, "You are just too whipped to do anything with the guys. She's got you wrapped around her finger."
Daniel laughed. He laid back on his bed, "You had me wrapped around your finger, but did you have to let it linger," Daniel sang.
Darren sucked his teeth. "Like you've had enough women to know what that even means."
Daniel sat up. "Then why the hell is every girl on campus crazy about me then?"
Marshall laughed, "They aren't crazy about you. It's me they're ga-ga over." Darren shook his head. They were ridiculous. He could smell the beer on them. They'd be in serious trouble if the dean caught them. They were both underage. Daniel was only 20 and Marshall was 18, one of the youngest students at Pentech University.
"Oh look what I got," Marshall said pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "I got a girl's number."
"Name?" Daniel asked sitting up.
"It's something exotic like Skylar or something," Marshall said, glimpsing at Darren who'd snatched the strip of paper from Marshall.
"This is my girlfriend's number!" Darren yelled.
"Oh well I didn't see no ring on her finger," Marshall said. Daniel was laughing his head off as Darren starred at the paper in disbelief.
"I guess she thinks of herself as a free woman," Daniel laughed.
"Are you two having an open relationship?" Marshall asked laughing. Darren balled up the paper and tossed it in the wastebasket.
"Hey I was gonna call her!" Marshall said.
"You know she's my girlfriend, why would you do that?" Darren asked.
"Duh, because she's hot," Marshall said.
"And the only girl who would ever come on to him!" Daniel snorted.
"Ha, look who's talking. Mr. Big Man on Campus can't keep a girl for a week," Marshall retorted. Darren picked up the phone to call Sky while Daniel and Marshall argued over who could get more women.
"Hello?" A girl answered the phone.
"Hi is Sky there?" Darren asked.
"Um...Hi Darren," The girl stuttered.
"Hi, who is this? Tina?" Darren asked.
"Yeah," Tina said, "How are you? Do you know when that paper is due?"
"Um I'm fine and the paper is due next week on Thursday. Is Sky there or what, you're avoiding the question?" Darren said.
"Oh she just stepped out," Tina lied. Sky had just gotten home, but was too sick to come to the phone. Sky was laying on the couch sick form drinking too much at the club.
"Okay, tell her I called, thanks," Darren said and hung up the phone. He just had to find out what was up with Sky. She couldn't have 'just stepped out'.
