Page 7 of Dibs
Seventeen Years Ago– Eighteen Years Old
Everyone was ampedas we left the field after our 11-2 win against USC. Most of the guys on the team lived in the same dorm as me and my roommate, Gage Statler, and we were all talking about hitting up the party at the Lambda Chi Alpha house.
Gage and I were both attending UCLA on full-ride scholarships for baseball and had become good friends quickly after being assigned as roommates. There were a lot of similarities between us. We both grew up in Southern California, though he was a little farther south in the San Diego area than where I was from in Long Beach, we loved baseball with equal intensity, and we could both eat an entire pint of our favorite Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream in one sitting while watching whatever sports game was on the small TV in our room.
Gage pulled his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie after we slid into my Honda CR-V and groaned.
“Everything okay?” I asked and cranked the engine.
“It’s just Lisa.”
His ex from high school.
“And?”
“She’s here.”
I whipped my head in his direction. “She’s here? Where?”
“Said she was at the front of the stadium waiting for me.”
“Waiting for you? Was she at the game?”
“I don’t know.” He opened the car door. “I’m going to see why she drove all the way here. Catch you later.”
“Whatever, bro. That’s your crazy to deal with.”
He rolled his eyes and got out of the car with a groan. All I’d heard for months was how happy he was to be free of his clingy girlfriend, and now she was hanging out at our stadium, wanting to see him.
And that was why I was single.
Once I pulled up to the dorms, I made my way into the Dykstra building, giving head nods to say hello to people as I passed and they congratulated me on the win.
By the time I got out of the shower and was ready to head out, Gage wasn’t back yet, so I sent him a text.
Still going to the party?
It took him a few minutes to respond:
Lisa wanted to grab a bite to eat. We’ll meet you there.
Since it was getting late and the party would go into the wee hours of the morning, I was almost certain Lisa would stay the night in our tiny dorm room. Whatever. The beds were a little bigger than a twin and good for cuddling, but I didn’t want to listen to them fuck all night and not get any action myself.
While leaving the room, I pulled out my phone again and texted one chick I’d had a few flirty banters with.
Going to the ΛΧΑ party?
Erika: Can’t. I’m at home for the 3-day weekend.
I had no clue where home was for Erika because it didn’t matter. If she wasn’t going to be at the party, I needed to find someone else to hook up with. Maybe even someone I could go to their room and not have to worry about a fucking orgy in mine. Though, an orgy sounded fun too.
College was for experimenting, right?
The ten-minute walk didn’t take long and Gage and Lisa were nowhere in sight as I entered the house that was bumpin’ with base. Before I tried to scope out the place, I made my way to the kitchen where the keg was and filled a blue cup with whatever beer came out.
“Matthewson!”
I spun to see two of my teammates approaching and gave a nod of my head as I made eye contact. “Sup?”
