Jessica

Boring, all so boring. But then again, what wasn't boring on this campus? Boring classes, boring boyfriends, boring parties that she had been told would be. "Totally fuckin beauties, Dani" One of Elijah's idiotic teammates. At least the music was loud, bass thumping through the walls into the couch cushions she was lounged upon, whiskey cold in the single real glass Elijah had found in the cupboards for her. God forbid she be caught dead with a red solo cup in perfectly manicured hands-she hadn't touched one of those since the days of tailgate parties and bonfires. Halfway across the room, Elijah caught her eye with a smile that would light up anyone else's day, and Jessica rolled her eyes and waved her fingers back with nothing more than fleeting interest in the one she was supposed to love beyond all else. But Jessica had never been one for rules, had she? Never thought that she would be weighed down by someone like Elijah Smithers. Yes, okay, he was sweet and kind, and treated her well. But he was boring, so utterly, completely boring that it ached every time she had to listen to his ramblings about Chicago and hockey and-ugh. Jessica was with her friends who came with her to this house party. Sipping at her whiskey with one hand, the other reached into her pocket of her jeans and pulled out her phone. One quick swipe and your contact-inconspicuously named person from lecture-was opened up, and Jessica absently looked past the last nudes she had sent you to send out a text. Text message. Today at 11:31 pm. "Hey. Are u at the party @ Kress's place???? I'm bored." She sent you the text message knowing full well that you had to come to her weather you liked it or not.