jaw against a perfect top row. Dammit!
I need to stop thinking like a dog in heat! Ugh! But… maybe it was that strong set
of thighs, so muscular that all I could do was to picture myself sitting on top of
them. Shit, it was probably all of the above thrown in with the body of a Greek God.
He must have been, what? 6’5? A lot taller than me and I’m 5’8, which is four inches
taller than the average American woman.
Stop, Brianna. There is no room in your life for that.
I came to study here with a purpose. I cannot stray away from my goal. Stop thinking
about boys, they will only bring you trouble. And you need to avoid trouble. Focus.
Remember your goals. That’s it. Maybe I need to go to the shooting range later in
order to work out some of this tension.
I have been successfully hiding away for years. I left my safe haven in the US Army
only to pursue my dream of attending Shoreline University. Thanks to the Army, I was
able to build my confidence, learned about self-defense, weapons, and vehicles. I
found out that I was strong inside, and that I can work hard to become strong on the
outside as well. I spent a lot of time with guys. Guys can only bring drama into your
life if you let them get close to your heart. So I learned to have friends with benefits.
I could call on any of the guys I was friends with when I needed a sexual pick me
up – no strings attached. It worked for me. Drama? I have had plenty of that shit
to last me a lifetime.
I stop in front of the Registrar’s office, and as I walk in I put all thoughts of
the grass-diving pretty boy out of my mind. There is no time for that.
I walk into the apartment I share with my best friend, Ciara Collins. I hear the music
playing. I don’t like to come home to a dead silent place. It gives me the creeps.
Music soothes me, and Ciara spoils me when it comes to this. She had a surround sound
system installed in the living room, and additional speakers throughout the apartment
so that I can hear music anywhere within it. Right now “Pocket Full of Sunshine” by
Natasha Bedingfield is playing.
Ciara and I were roommates in the Army, and we thought we were very lucky when we
realized we both are huge Ocean Tides football fans and we wanted to finish our degrees
here, in Pristina. This is a small town, about 15 minutes from the beach, located
in the Gulf portion of Florida. Her family could not believe that she had joined the
Army and left them, and it actually made them appreciate her a lot more than they
used to. She is a daddy’s girl and she will be the first one to tell you that. The
one good thing about it is that her dad does not hesitate to give her everything she
needs or wants. Luckily, she does not act like a spoiled brat. She is really down
to earth and a sweet girl.
Ciara completed her Army term a few months before I did. She and I decided that after
her visit home, she would go to Florida, find a job and also an apartment that we
can share. She waited for me to finish my term and come to meet her. Sadly, I did
not have a family to visit before I got here. I consider her my sister and imagine
the bond we share is similar, if not stronger, than the love sisters would have for
each other.
“Hi Brianna! How was your day? Did you accomplish everything you needed to do?” She
smiles as she walks into the kitchen. She is wearing a towel on her head and a robe
and has freshly applied makeup.
“What’s up tramp?” I smile back at her and wink. She knows I’m kidding. I grab a cup
from the cabinet and a coke from the pantry, and after a little ice I pour the soda
into the cup. “Yeah, I did. I’m so ready for classes to start. The sooner they do,
the sooner I can be busy. You know how antsy I get when I don’t have a purpose.” I
pout a little to make my point stronger. I take a big swallow and walk into the living
room. Ciara