The Rules of Attraction...

Currently Listening To: After The Fall - Fort Orange

How about another story?? Well, you really didn't have a choice in the first place because that is what I am choosing to write about...(You can decide for yrself whether it's real or not)

 Christie woke up one Saturday morning in her dorm room on the second floor of New Hall (the West side) with someones dudes body draped over her, mostly naked; she had the faint metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She was more than a little confused about what the fuck she had gotten herself into last night. Her heart began to race uncontrollably when she tried to start piecing together what she could of last night. She generally doesn't get this fucked up for this specific reason, waking up in her bed with someone she doesn't know. She identified the naked boy she was sleeping with was a sophomore named Jesse and the only reason she knew this boy was because he was known for getting around campus and what I mean by "getting around" is that the dude was a man whore, going to bed with multiple girl in the week. She and him were not even friends really, so it confused Christie as to how she ended up in a bed with him, naked, and sore all over.

Christie attempted to roll his body over so she could get up and start her morning, but was unable to because she was so small and he was kind of large, but not fat just tall and broad (I believe he is on the basketball team, but I could be mistaken, whatever). She ended up squeezing her way up from under his body and put on t - shirt and some sweats, she turned around to her desk and opened the top drawer and grabbed a small bag of some potent hydro and pack of Zig-Zags. She put her "goodies" in her purse and walked out of her room, crawled over the mess in the common room (multiple bodies, empty bottles of tequila and rum and beer cans strewn about in ever crevice of the room; the floor was sticky from people spilling drinks). Christie left the disaster which was her room for the cafe across campus, she knew that one thing (besides the pot) would help her feel a little better this morning, greasy school breakfast.

As Christie walked into the cafe, she waved over to her friends that were sitting in the back corner of the mess hall, adorned in the same t-shirt/sweatpants combo. She walked to the front of the food line and decided to get ham and cheese omelet with bell peppers and onions, NO mushrooms! After the chef came back with her eggs she also grabbed some bacon, hash browns, and made herself some toast. She poured herself a delicious glass of cranberry juice and went to check out. Steve slid her card to mark off her meal and he commented on how hung over she looked. She just starred blankly at him, mostly in disbelief that he had said some thing, called him a "fucking asshole" and walked over to her friends table.

When she sat down, Christie noticed that they were chattering on about the events that went down last night. She told them that she woke up under some behemoth and they told her that they were not surprised by this, they said they had never seen Christie so wasted in their lives and how she looked like she was having a good time and how she was all over Jesse and they were kind of happy for her since she didn't really like the act of the "random drunk hook-up". Christie took a big breathe, trying to figure out what drove her to get so wasted, she took a bite from her omelet, but spit it out immediately. Some how the chef had managed to sneak those bastard mushrooms into her eggs after she asked not to have them in there. She has never gotten the omelet she wants because the chefs always taint her eggs with the elusive mushrooms she hates. One day they will get it right, maybe. She was going to eat the bacon, but it wasn't cooked enough, floppy and dripping in grease. She shoved her plate away and nibbled on the toast as she tried to piece her night together...her friends had helped very little and were now arguing about who was going to be driving them to the mall later. They invited Christie, but she declined, she was going to figure out just what the fuck happened last night, she grabbed her plate and walked out of the cafe without any information.

Christie reached into her purse and took out her cell phone to call up a guy friend named Taylor who might have some info on the happenings from last night. She also knew that he liked to get high and she didn't wanna smoke the buds alone. He answered the phone in a groggy tone, but after she mentioned the pot he was more awake and up out of bed heading for the special smoking spot. Taylor is at the bench under the trees near Ralston Hall by the time Christie arrives and he greets her by telling her how much of a riot she was. She tells him that she really cannot remember anything, the only thing being that she and her girlfriend walked to the apartments around 11:15pm with a red cups full of jungle juice in hand. As she is recalling the room they went to, Christie pulls out the pot and wraps and she begins to pick and the bud and grind it between her fingers in order to make it smoke properly in the joint, she rolls it cleanly, and sparks the perfect cone. She passes the joint to Taylor while tells her that the last time he had seen her that night was in Wilkie 1 hanging on the big sophomore. He takes a couple of deep drags and passes the joint back to Christie apologizing for not being any help. But it then struck him that another girl he knew, a freshman, was at the same party and she also had a rough evening and also cannot figure out why she cannot remember anything. He said her name was Jamie and she lived in JB 206.

After finishing off the last of the joint, the two friends walk to JB and Taylor lets Christie upstairs to go see Jamie (Taylor was going to check up on his own girlfriend who lived in St. Joe's). After knocking twice the door swung open and Christie introduced herself as a friend of Taylor's and told her that she also had a considerably rough night. Jamie is a pretty girl, petite, blond with perky breasts, tight butt, and big glossy green eyes; girls like this are trouble on a small campus like NDNU they don't stay single long whether they want to or not (you can decide for yrself what that means). Jamie invites Christie to sit on her bed so they can talk. Christie tells the girl not to be alarmed, but she is convinced that they were both drugged and they might not be the only girls that this happened to. Jamie didn't want to say it, but she agreed and she was scared and began to weep. Christie embraced the freshman and told her that it was going to be OK and they were going to figure out who had done this to them and they were going to pay dearly. She knew the first place to go...back to her dorm to confront the piece of shit that was sleeping in her bed, Jesse.

The two girl hugged one another, Christie told Jamie not to worry and that she will take care of whoever did this to them and any other female for that matter. Christie made her way back across campus to her dorm room in New Hall and just as she suspected, Jesse was still asleep, balls deep in her pillow. She watched him for a couple of minutes just studying his body waiting for a chance to strike. After a short time he finally rolled over and Christie reached under the sheets and took a hold of his testicles and squeezed as hard as she could. As he awoke screaming, she mounted the stunned jock and slammed his large head into the wooden bed frame, still with the death grip around his sack. Christie wasn't shy (as you can tell) and demanded to know if he had anything to do with her being drugged the night before. Jesse, confused and in searing pain, could not lie about something so serious. He claimed to have nothing to do with the situation (he was infamous around campus for taking advantage of girl who have had too much to drink) and she found that hard to believe. Christie only squeezed harder, pulling and twisting now and again slammed his head into the bed frame, this time drawing blood from just above his brow. He was now more frightened than ever, Christie meant business. Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pathetically professed that he honestly, truthfully, had nothing to do with her being drugged and apologized for taking advantage of her in the state she was in. Before she ripped his sack from his body, she let go and told the scumbag to get out and never even look at her again. Clutching his head and testicles, Jesse got up from her bed, grabbed his pants and shirt and made started for the door. He didn't turn around for fear of being beaten again for looking at her, but told her to look for a dude named Carter (local drug dealer on campus), he was probably at the "lax" house. She didn't say anything as she sat on her bed to collect her thoughts. If she was going to confront this guy she would have to come up with a proper plan, one that would scare him into never doing this to another woman ever again.

Christie waited till the next day, during the guys lacrosse game to go investigate. She walked about a quarter of a mile from the school campus to the house and went around the side of the house to get in the back. She walked right up to a sliding glass door that had been left open, probably to air out the pig sty which these guys called a house (the place deserved to be condemned and torn down it was so nasty). When she entered the house she nearly tripped over an abundance of trash from all the gross fast food the guy ate that had been collecting up in the living room. Christie did not know which room was Caters but she was going to go through all the rooms anyway and try and find something to give her a clue. The first room she investigated smelled like old sweaty under-ware and moldy cheese. She looked through the closet under piles of clothes, under the bed, in the draws of the nightstand. Nothing. She left that room for one down the hall which did not smell as bad as the first, but was still filthy, dirty clothes covered the entire carpet of the room. The first place she chose to look was under the bed. She pulled out a medium sized box which resembled a fisherman's tackle box. She opened up the case and discovered the jack pot, a seriously obsessively organized box of illicit drugs: 2 oz of high grade pot, a locket full of cocaine, bags of different colored X, an oz of Shrooms, and pill jars marked: Percocet, Oxycontin, Norco, Xanax, Adderal, Ritalin, Vicodin, Diazepan, Seconal, and Gamma-Hydroxybutyric (more commonly known as GHB; the "date-rape" drug. She couldn't believe her eyes at this dudes collection and knew that something had to be done to this guy so he stops hurting people. She was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

That night while the guys were out at Aussies to celebrate their win over Whittier, Christie went back to the house and found a water bottle in Carter's room and filled it with cold water from the refrigerator, a substantial dose of the Diazepan and GHB, and added a packet of Emergen-C to disguise the tainted bottle. She shook the bottle up and put it in the mini fridge that was in the corner of the room, hoping the dumb jock would drink it before going to bed, thinking he was going to hydrate before falling asleep. She left and would return in the middle of the night to exact her revenge.

After several hours of hard drinking, the lax boys returned to their house hung out until passing out at around 2am. Christie went to JB to grab the Jamie, who had also been drugged and who deserves to be apart of this. They drive together up the block to the lax house, which was quiet and that fact made the girls smile. They carefully and quietly crept to the back of the house through the sliding door, which was still open, and tip-toed through the pitch dark house to the room of Carter. The girls held their breathe as they opened the door to Carter's room and slowly moved in. Their was a tiny bit of light coming through his closet door and they could see that Carter was asleep. Christie went to the fridge and to her delight, the bottle was gone. She found the empty bottle at the foot of the guy's bed. She knew that they would have no problem getting him back to campus without him waking up, they just had to be quiet going through the house. After successfully carrying the body to the truck of the car, Christie told Jamie to get in the car and wait. Christie went back in the house and grabbed the box of drugs, if they were going to make an example of this clown, they were going to do it to the fullest extent.

They drove back to campus and parked at the front of Ralston Mansion. Jamie got out and went up to the front door and tried it, the door was unlocked. She ram back to the car and told Christie. She popped the trunk and the two girls grabbed the nearly lifeless body and carried him through the main hallway, into the ball room and sat him in a chair. While Jamie held him, Christie undressed Carter to his boxers and began duct tapping his legs and hands together, so when he woke he would not be able to get away, if he woke up at all that is; Christie wasn't really sure how much of the drugs she had given to him in the first place, she just knew she was going to fuck him up. After they were done with the tapping they stood and looked at him. Jamie began to tear up and spit on his face. The two girls embraced and Christie ensured the freshman that this was the last time he was going to hurt or contribute to another sexual assult on a female on campus at NDNU. The two girl went back to the car and again Christie told Jamie to wait while she planted one more item for some one to find, the box of drugs. Christie went back and dumped the box of drugs in the lap of Carter and spread everything around him, spilling pills to the floor. Christie walked out of the mansion feeling relieved. She knew that if she were to get caught, she would face some sort of consequences, but it was worth it to her, as long as this scum of the earth went down first.

Christie woke the next morning and felt good. She looked out the window behind New Hall and saw a group of deer sprinting up the hill, the sun kissing the ground through slits in the trees. She brushed her teeth, dressed, and made her way to the cafe for breakfast. When she walked in there was a buzz about the place. People were talking to each other excitedly about the administrations discovery at 7am. Christie got into the food line and the girls in front of her were talking about the gentleman found in the mansion, mostly naked, restrained, and incapacitated. Security cleaned up the scene and had to take the student to the hospital for fear that he had overdosed himself. As the girls kept chattering on about how much they despised Carter and how no one knew how he got there, all Christie could do was smile to herself. She was so elated that she ignored everyone around her and forgot that she was in line to order food, the person behind her nudged her and said she was holding up the line. She didn't stop smiling or say anything back to whoever was behind her, she ordered her usual omelete. She knew that the chef would mess it up, but she continued to smile because even though she was going to be dissapointed in breakfast she was ultimately already satisfied that morning, even a little mushroom couldn't disturb this feeling.

Hope you all enjoyed reading this. I really enjoyed writing it! thanks for your continued support.

love,
madisson