24 mars 2008
Amy
Premier essai en total english... Ya sûrement un milliard de fautes et du vocabulaire mal employé, mais bon...
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This was a
crappy Friday. I had had a lot of shitty classes, I was just worn out and I
wanted to have some rest before going to Lorna’s. She gave a party every Friday
night. That had become some kind of a joke, because party after party, she had
taken on the habit of getting nailed by every member of the football team. It
was like “Which end of the field is she gonna be ran over by tonight?”.
So I went
to my room, hoping Mark wouldn’t be there. And he wasn’t. But when I lied on my
bed, somebody came knocking at the door. I first didn’t move, but when I
realised – after I waited ten minutes without an interruption in the door being
hit – that the person had probably seen me coming in, I decided to open.
It was
Sarah, who came to ask for my biology classes. I hated biology. But I was good
at it. Like basketball. Or Monopoly. Anyway, I let her enter and when she
jumped over me and began to undress me I understood that she too hadn’t such a
crush on the way life appeared on Mother Earth.
But I had
come to have some rest, so when she had finally managed to put off my pants, I
told her I was gay, hoping it would make her leave. Sarah stared at me, gave a
look upon the books on my shelves, flipped through one or two of them, and
finally left. I never saw her again, but the whole Johnson Building called me a fag for the rest of my senior year.
Two or
three hours later, in fact when Mark came in, I got up, got dressed, and got
the rest of the beer he handled to me. When I asked him if he was coming at
Lorna’s party, he just answered by a “Prrrrt, suuuure…!” that didn’t astonish
me. That was the way Mark said “I have nothing better to do and you know it so
of course I’m gonna come”. I already knew he would answer that, but I just
loved the way he did this.
Anyway, I
went out of the room and walked through the corridor to reach the other end of
it and knock on Sean’s door. He opened it after one hit. I was surprised. He
was surprised too. Probably because he thought it was eight in the morning. And
because he had been smoking crack all day long with this little French bitch
that was here for the semester (I say bitch because I did nail her on the first
party of the year, and she was a real bitch). He told me he had what I was
looking for. His head popped out of the room. He looked on the left and on the
right, then shut the door. So I waited one or two minutes and when he came back
with a little envelope, I took it and he slammed the door, probably without hearing
my “Thanks”.
I had then
something like two hours to wait before the beginning of the party. So I could
go to Erica’s, tell her I always loved her, nail her, and then dump her, just
to see if she was gonna cry. Or I could go back to my room, offer to Mark that
we tried the dope I just bought, get high, and probably never find the way to
Lorna’s party. I could also go to the library and do some homework. Okay I
never thought about it, I just remember right now that I had one or two essays
to write at that time. Without any good ideas to spend this time, I finally
took a trip through the campus.
I had been
here for four years but I discovered a lot of places I had never imagined they
were around. Buildings I had never heard about, a pool that I would have gone
to if someone had told me it was there, … It was as if I had just woken up and
discovered a new world. Except that I ran through a lot of faces I knew. And
that I had fucked something like half of them. Girls, mostly.
Anyway,
while I was wandering, I finally reached a little park I remembered because
this was there that I had been presented the university on my first day. It was
just a little smaller than in my memories. I recalled the introduction speech
by a senior, the faces of my future classmates – all afraid, who knows why –
and the huge party that had been given on the evening, maybe the first orgy I
had seen. Great time. But when I was thinking about getting in, I just couldn’t
because it was already time to go to Lorna’s party. And I couldn’t be late. Oh
no, I couldn’t.
Finally at
Lorna’s, I met Sean, who looked really anxious. In fact, he had the exact same
face he had when I came to see him on the afternoon. I asked him what was
happening but he muttered something unintelligible and ran out, so I just
thought that his paranoia crisis had come back. Maybe I tried to convince me
about it because Amy was entering the room and that, right now, I had something
else to care about.
Amy was THE
girl. She wasn’t that pretty, she wasn’t that rich, she hadn’t great prices
with every dealers. But every guy on the campus said that she could do things
one couldn’t even imagine. Except Clay who had nailed her once and died oddly
in the same night. I think that it added to the kind of myth that was drawn on
her. Anyway, I was now standing just next to her. It was as if I could almost
feel her breath on my neck. So I tried to talk to her.
“-Hey, Amy.
I didn’t expect to see you tonight…
-Yeah,
well, I wasn’t really about to come… But I heard you had something pretty good.
And that you were eager to make people try it.”
My plan was
on the ride.
“-You are
pretty well informed. Not surprising.”
She looked
at me with a little smile.
“-So? Why
wouldn’t we go upstairs?
-Sure.”
I can’t
really remember what happened when we have been together in the same room, but
I guess I just screwed all the thing up because if we have had sex, I can’t
remember all those crazy things she was supposed to do. And that would be a
shame.
So when I
had recollected my mind, I went down. Amy was here. Sean was here too. In fact
they were together. Or he was into her. Kinda. I looked the other way and drank
the first glass that I could reach. It was handled by Mark who asked me what
had happened, as I, I quote, “looked like Luke Skywalker having discovered
Darth Vader is his father.”. I hated Mark doing his Star Wars fan thing. So I
didn’t answer and got out. In the garden Lorna called a patio – damn, that was
a fucking little patch of grass – the party was hot. Literally. Or
figuratively. Because someone, probably thinking it would be fun (and I can say
it wasn’t) had set Lorna’s dog, a little yorkshire, on fire. And it was running
in the garden – sorry, the patio – barking, shouting, making a lot of noise and
lighting the bushes that were all around. Lorna was too drunk to realize, so
she was just laughing at it and clapping, like everyone who was there. When, on
the next day, she found her dog , or the remaining ashes of the animal, spread
on the grass, she’s said to have cried during a whole hour in the position of
the foetus. I was just getting mad, so I got back in. Wrong decision.
Amy and
Sean seemed to have finished playing with each other because Sean was busy
playing with someone else. I first thought. But the fact that this “someone
else” was a man and that he was handling a gun made me reconsider my first
idea. Maybe the fact that he was shouting at Sean helped too.
“-Fuck you
fucker! Where is my fucking money?! Where is my fucking shit, fuck?!”
That wasn’t
a love song, for sure. I tried to calm him down. In fact I had smoked all the
dope and I wanted some more.
“-Hum,
excuse me…
-Shut the
fuck up!!!”
That tall
guy was convincing. So I kept my mouth closed. I looked at Amy who had begun to
cry, then at Sean who had too, and decided that this was time to go. I took Amy
by the hand and let Sean dealing with his new friend.
When we
were out, I heard a gunshot – maybe Amy didn’t notice because she had now begun
praying, even if I had never heard about her believing in anything else than her
skills at bed - so we ran. Fast.
On the next
day, the papers were full of the usual crap. Plus a fire in a little garden of
the city. And a murder in the same house.
I don’t
know why I told you this story I had tried to forget. But now, and since two years
ago, I’m in bed with Amy. And it’s unbelievable.