Chapter 1

I met CK at a party a few weeks after starting college. I was brought to the party by ST, a creep-o I met through my roommate’s friend. He was someone I only contacted in search of parties, and who only contacted me in search of pussy. That night, he had a party. So I gathered up the girls, we had only been in school for a few weeks at that point, so none of us were truly friends yet, just party-friends. The group that night consisted of CN and TI (who would later become true, close friends) and KY et al. (bitchy girls who I began to avoid after KY called me a slut behind my back).
CK must not have made much of an impression on me that night, I barely remember him. CN and I were playing Kings with a group of people for most of the night, and apparently he was in that group. I think he must have been the guy sitting on my right. I wasn’t paying much attention to him, because I was drunk and distracted by the more-drunk boy on my left, who kept coming on to me in the most oblivious and annoying ways. Suddenly, word broke out that the cops were downstairs, so me and CN decided it was time to flee (everyone else from our group had already taken off at this point).
CK says that he chased me out and stopped me on the stairs to get my number. I don’t remember this at all, I must have been to distracted by hysteria that had broken out, like always, once someone said the word “cops”. I gave him my number, CN gave him a dirty look, and we took off. 

Me and CN ended up a few floors down, in an apartment with a bunch of shady people that handed us a bottle of Captain and offered us water as a chaser. We later followed some kid that claimed to know my older brother back to a dorm room to smoke a blunt with people we had never met and have since never seen. I believe that was the night that cemented me and CN from party-friends to actual friends.
Again, back to CK. He called me a few days later, asking if I remembered him. I didn’t. He briefed me on who he was and how we had met, and asked me the standard question- “What’s your major?”. We chatted for a little while, and he asked me to dinner that night. I was at work and had an evening class, but I told him I was free the next night. It was a date.
The next night, I got out of work at six. Excited for my first real college date, I rushed back to the dorms to shower and get ready. He was supposed to call me around 6:45/7. At seven, he texted saying he was running late. He was still running late at 7:30, and asked me to meet him at his friends apartment. This annoyed me,; he was supposed to be meeting me at my dorm to go to a little Italian place near-by. Now, I had to walk to his friends apartment to eat pizza at the place down the street? But, I’m no diva, so I decided to give him a shot.
When I got to his friends apartment, we still had to wait. He was waiting for a beer ball to be delivered, so he could sign for it for his under-aged friend. Perk #1: He was over 21, and willing to provide to minors. I would keep his number handy even if the date didn’t go amazingly. So we waited, and waited. When the beer bong still hadn’t come, he left his ID with his friend and we took off for dinner. Finally, the date had begun.