Existence 03 - Ceaseless

wasn’t big enough. Besides , with the size of this room we could easily fit one of those portable closet s in the corner.
    “I still can’t believe she is in the room connected to ours and she doesn’t have to share with anyone. What is she? A rock star’s kid? THAT’S IT! She is some famous rocker’s kid. She looks the part. She is obviously on a first name basis with Dank Walker and she has the money and power to have her very own dorm room. And she has that weird name. Who calls their kid ‘Gee” but some famous person ? ”
    Most times, I waved Miranda’s ridiculous ideas away , but this time she just might be right. No one else in the dorm had her own room , everyone else had a room-mate . Granted , our room was huge. It was e ven bigger than Gees , but we were sharing it. I plopped down on my black polka dotted comforter that Miranda had insisted I get. She wanted us to match. Hers was black with white polka dots and mine was white with black polka dots. I didn’t really care for the pattern but honestly I’d have been fine with a quilt from home as my cover. Miranda had thrown a hissy fit when I’d suggested that . So, we had polka dots. Everything else was black and white too. Black and white was her current decorating color scheme obsession. She had even bought us matching pin boards with black and white ribbon on them to hang above our desks , right beside the black and white dry erase boards.
    “It looks good doesn’t it?” She asked smugly as she sat down beside me. She was happy with the way everything had fit into place. I was just glad she’d left the One Direction posters at her house. I d o n’t li ke boy bands and I sure don’t want to them plastered over the walls of my room all year.
    “You did a good job,” I agreed and she beamed at me. It didn’t take much to make her smile. She’d gone through a rough patch there for a while after her boyfriend, Wyatt, had passed away . It had been the three of us growing up. Losing him had hurt me too , but not as badly as it had her. They had a connection I didn’t share. Shopping for our room had kept her busy over the past month and she’d slowly started to heal .
    “What should we do now? Want to go check out the campus? Or go find something to eat? The campus food court doesn’t open until tomorrow. We’ll have to leave campus to find dinner.”
    I started to answer when Gee walked into the room through the bathroom that adjoined our room s . “I know the perfect place to go eat and have a little fun. Let’s go , bitches.”

Chapter Three
    Pagan
    Although it was a n age-restricted club , Gee had gotten us inside without a hitch . I’d started to refuse to go inside but Miranda had gotten all excited when the bouncer waved us through. I had to go in to keep Miranda out of trouble .
    “Stop frowning , Peggy Ann. It ain’t that bad. Loosen up,” Gee said as we made our way toward one of the empty tables.
    “My name is Pagan,” I informed her.
    “You used to be more fun,” she mumbled. What the heck did she mean by that? We’d known each other all of six hours tops. I was about to ask about her comment when a guy stepped in front of me.
    “Hey , beautiful. You’re new here. I’d remember eyes like those if I’d seen them before.”
    I let out a weary sigh and look ed up at him. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
    His confused frown annoyed me and I stepped around him.
    “ Harsh ! I like it.” Gee chuckled as we took our seats at the bar.
    Mirand a grabbed my arm and jerked me close to her, “Don’t look now , but Jay is here,” she whispered excitedly in my ear.
    I knew Jay went to U niversity of T ennessee , which was just one city over from us but I hadn’t expected to bump into him so soon , especially not on my first night in college . I started to look back but Mirand a squeezed my arms tightly. “I said don’t look. He’s with a girl. They’re dancing really close and well I think she may be humping his leg.”
    “What do you want to drink Pay- gan ,” Gee asked in a mocking voice drawing my name out since I’d corrected her before.
    “A Coke will be fine,” I said and turned my attention away from Miranda ’s death grip on my arm to Gee , who was perched on a barstool as if she were actually old enough to order something more than a soda.
    “You want Coke? Why am I not surprised?” She replied with a roll of her eyes. Her gaze shifted from me to