Truth:Chapter 1

Truth: Chapter One
Greg Pagusti has been bothering me since I joined the university gym three weeks ago.
“Hey, baby.” He hollered.
I flipped him off.
“Aw, don’t be like that.”
His handsome blonde friend shrugged at me and mouthed sorry.
I sighed and walked into the girls locker room, I smelled.
15 minutes later, freshly showered and dressed, I walked out of the locker room, only to bump into Greg handsome friend.
He offered a hand to help me up.
“Thanks.” I replied, but shook off his offer. I’m no damsel.
“I’m Tom.” He started.”I’m sorry for my friend. He gets weird around girls.”
I huffed,”I noticed.”
“That bag seems heavy. Do you want me to carry it for you?”
It was then that I checked him out. Muscular, not too much though, blond as previously stated but with curly hair,and blue eyes. He looked like a Greek God, or an All American Boy. Either, or.
“How chivalrous of you, but no thanks.” Oh, too bitchy. “I’m sorry, bad day. Just a little flustered.”
To my surprise he laughed- that was nice too.
“Maybe as a peace offering, I can carry your bag?” he told me
I gave him a small smile, and handed him my bag.
*
“That’s my car. The light blue-“
“Ah, a kia- how did I know you were an environmental type?”
“Maybe its because I have a peace, love and trees tote, or wearing penny loafers? Only hipsters and old men wear penny loafers.” I said very seriously.
Tom laughed, and I led him to my car.
20 minutes later.
Tom groaned.
“ I should have drove myself!”
“I bet you drive a truck.”
“A car actually.”
“Not nearly as manly as a truck. Come on, I’ll take you home- but first we are getting coffee.”
*
“The Strokes?” Tom said
“What? I have eclectic taste in music!” I defended
“You seem like the Adele type, or other Top 40.”
“As much as I love pop culture, and Adele, most music on radio is utter shit.”
“Ah, we agree on yet another thing.”
There was a comfortable silence.
“Okay, the basics.” I started.”I’m Christina Watson, 20, Sophomore at Chilton University, studying journalism and marketing, lover of books,coffee addict and a realist..feminist type.”
“So, you’re a man- hating lesbian, who doesn’t shave your legs?”Ah, he’s so clever. Not.
“That is such a myth! It’s about equality. Any gender can be one. Besides, I do shave my legs. I’m not a lesbian. I, however, burned a bra with a straightener.” He stared at me, in the way that I was getting used to.”What? Have you seen these unruly curls! My demonic sister, but we’ll go into that later, says it’s like a lion’s mane! But, that’s besides the point, your turn.”
“Okay, your hair is nice. Tom Dugrey , 20, Sophomore at Chilton University, wrestler, premed, lover of horror movies, politics, also coffee addict, and you’ll have to find out the rest.”
I gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“Christina Watson, 20, stupid ex-girlfriend of cheater wrestler John Hughes by slut-cheerleader.” Normally, most girls would be blinking back tears while they said this. I wasn’t that type of girl. I was mad. Not at him, but at myself, for being so damn stupid.
“Tom Dugrey, 20, wrestler, also cheated on by slut-cheerleader.”
As if on cue, we laughed bitterly.

*
“We’re here.” I told Tom.
I unbuckled my seatbelt. Then gathered the trash, wiped the surfaces of the car, and sprayed it with air freshener.
Tom did that stare again.
“What?” I asked.”I’m anal retentive.
“Warning.” I stated, before we walked in. “These people are…eccentric. BUT, they make the best coffee in the world! Yes, even better than that commercial trash, Starbucks.”
I walked into Coffee Blues and soaked in the atmosphere. On the far right, there was the stage where live bands would play, or poetry slams took place. Tables were everywhere. It got crowded during gigs. The regulars were diverse. Artist types, teenagers, and college students passing time before class.
“CHRISTINA, DAH-LING!” yelled a heavy –set woman, Miss. Patty. “Who is this gorh-gous man with you? OH, dah-ling! You look great!”
I battered my eyelashes, beauty queen style.
“Aw, shucks. Thank you, Miss.” In my normal voice.”This is Tom Dugrey.No, we are not together. Where is Colin?”
A very pregnant brunette waddle through the back.
“My brother is in the back. I’ll call him out for you.”
“Samantha! I thought you were giving birth any day now!”
Samantha sighed,”No, I’m not due for another month…hold on. COLIN, GET YOUR FAT ASS OVER HERE YOUR WOMAN IS HERE!”
A manly voice replied “SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU’RE THE FAT ONE! LOOKS LIKE A WATERMELLON DIED IN YOUR STOMACH!”
A man walked through a curtain leading to the front.Where Tom was all golden, Colin was dark and mysterious. He had dark hair, with piercing green eyes and a muscular build.
“JOE!” I said.
Colin gave me a long-suffering sigh.
“Christina, I will never be a Jonas Brother.”
“As long as you look like Joe Jonas, I’m going to call you him.”
“Christina.”
“JOEEEEE”
“Christina…”
I stuck out my tongue.”I’ll have my usual. Tom?”
“Coffee. Black.”
“Ooh, manly! He’ll have the same thing as me! What? This isn’t ihop! Coffee Blues serves the best coffee in the world, ever. YOU HERE THAT GOD? EVER!”
Miss. Patty called out.”AMEN.” from the back.

We got a table in the back.
“Let’s play a game.” I said.
“What’s it called?”
“Truth”
And that’s when it all began.