I sit right next to the girl by the rocks. She’s not much like the others. She’s not a hippie, and she’s not pretending to be one. “Hi. You don’t seem like the others here.”
She doesn’t look at me. “Why? Because I’m wearing a shirt.”
“No, you seem different because they’re partying, and you’re sitting here by yourself, thinking. I feel like I know you from somewhere.”
She still won’t look at me. “You don’t know me. I don’t know you.”
“Well, I’m Sappho.”
“It’s nice to meet you Sappho.” She puts her hand out and looks right in my eyes. “Jessica.”
“Nice to meet you Jessica. I can see you’re in pain. I see it in your eyes.”
Cannon joint gets brought down to us by Shirtless Guy. “Smoke my friends, smoke.”
I grab the huge roll. “Did you want to?”
Jessica gives me a half smile, and we both start to suck back on the joint. It’s huge, by far the biggest thing I’ve ever had near my mouth, and I’ve been in some highly questionable situations. Whoa, that’s an instant rush. My brain is doing the backstroke in my head. Shirtless guy and the joint are suddenly far away, but Jessica stays beside me.
My stream of consciousness starts fading in and out, but I end up having a moment of clarity. “I know where I know you from.”
She’s not quite at that moment of clarity. “Men are the worst. They just want to have sex with lots of women, and they want to hang out with their friends and be jerks.” She starts poking me in the chest. “I won’t take my clothes off and have sex with another woman just to impress you.”
I laugh. “Of course, that’s all I want, as a man. I want to see you naked, be mean to you, and for some reason, I feel an overwhelming need to watch you copulate with someone else that’s not a man? Does that make sense?”
“When you first saw me, didn’t you want to see me naked?
“Of course I did. You’re beautiful. I also thought that I’d like to get to know you. It might not matter to me what order those two things come in, but I don’t think that makes me a bad person.”
Jessica’s half smile gets a bit bigger. “I suppose not. Do you really think you know me from somewhere, or was that just a line?”
“No, I . . . ” It might sound weird if I tell her. I saw her in a dream. It was her, exactly; how unusual. She was on top of me, her face, her form, everything. “Your eyes.”
“Are they red?”
“No, no, they’re beautiful.”
She makes a bit of a breath noise. “They’re brown, like the color of shit.”
“No they’re beautiful.”
I hear someone yelling. “Dave’s not here man.”
Like that’s never been done before. I look over my shoulder, shirtless guy, obviously. Before I focus my attention back on Jessica, I see Stain with the two shirtless girls, and the third one has joined back in. I’m feeling very conflicted. Dream girl is right next to me, and Stain is about to have the best experience of his life. The problem I’m having is that if Stain is really in love with Lily, he shouldn’t have anything get it the way of that. While I’m pondering this, I see Not Lily begin to pull Stain’s pants down, and her tongue slides down his lower back, lower and lower.