Friends since little

-…she told me she would go into surgery tomorrow and couldn’t see me tonight. After all those months, me chasing her and she tells me NOW that she can’t have a proper relationship because of "health issues”. That cunt.

-Maybe you should have really taken the hint the first or second time she blew you off mate. You know, fool me once, fool me twice…

My friend Adam was a really funny guy but not the brightest button; he achieved what he did with hard work and sheer willpower rather than talent and wits. He really had a thing for stories but there was no way to tell whether his so far-fetched stories were even real sometimes. They ranged from love stories to spooky ones when we were younger and went camping to St. Anne’s hospital park up the mountain, and year after year one could notice the stories became repetitive. Me, as his oldest audience always took what he said with a grain of salt, especially when it revolved around women or when he was high. Or both.

That girl Adam was talking about was a girl he met at a party the university organised in the end of winter vacation. They were acquainted in the start of the year in the tutorial group Adam was teaching in the university and he noticed her immediately when she walked in through the door of the Math and Sciences building. She was a tall, pale girl with beautiful blue eyes, dark hair and a slender figure; really hard to miss.

Friday night, we would all meet at Lonsdale’s bar for drinks after class or work. Kumar, me and Kath, my girlfriend at the time who studied Aeronautical Engineering in the Uni met up at around 8 30 to get a beer.

-“So how was your day, love? Everything OK?”, Kath asked after a quick kiss on the cheek

-“Well to be honest It was quite boring. I had the first years in the lab who tried not too hard not to laugh while I demonstrated proper soldering in the silly lab jacket and the goggles they make us wear, but apart from that there was nothing to get excited about. I am getting ready for the presentation.” At the time, I was an Engineering Phd student in Lancaster Uni and one of the chores of the programme was an introduction to the lab equipment and techniques to newcomers. Adam and I, although friends since childhood, chose the same University for our bachelors' and continued from there.

-"What presentation?” Kumar, my Indian friend from my first year asked. He was a very sweet guy whom I met the first week of the first semester in 2012 cooking something that smelled of turmeric and paprika in our joined kitchen. He was always well dressed and made the impression of very helpful person, like when you are around your parents; caring and loving.

-"Mr. grand researcher over here is going to be publishing early results of a way to extract information on cancer cells in patients with leukemia. Did I say that right?” Asked Kath

-“Well sort of, yes. There is no reason to bore you with details, really. I expect you all to be in the ceremonial hall in the 26th at eight though.”

-“Of course, man! We wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Kumar exclaimed.

-“Great. I will mention you all in my thanks speech!”

-“Aw, darling...” Kath sighed. It almost felt like a worried sigh but I didn’t mind it. I was getting used to it either way...

Adam never showed up. Not out of the ordinary really… We left at around ten thirty.

The next day me and Adam met for breakfast. We were both staying close to each other in Lonsdale so it had grown into a habit to eat breakfast together on weekends. Adam did not really have any family to visit in the weekends, so we spent all day together. Kumar was working late on weekends and Kath only found a place to rent in town in the start of the year; the campus accommodation was already fully booked from first-year students who had priority, and couldn’t really afford to visit all that often. Adam and I really got along, rarely argued and trusted each other deeply. Being friends for the better part of the last two decades had built a strong bond between us. In college, one of the most important aspects of life is your social and sex life. As you would imagine, when you have to decide between studying, social life and sleep, there is only so much one can guess about which is left out when you hear PhD student..

Although I had Kath, Adam never really showed any interest in having a steady relationship with any girls he met. He had all kinds of stories how he managed to get the best-looking girl in class to blow him on the top row of Faraday Amphitheatre, how he fucked Elise who worked at Greggs in the public toilets right by the registers’ office in the Learning Centre, that night when he gang-banged Laura, a literature major sweet thing, with Jim in the Underpass. Things you see in porn mostly. At best, he was above average looking, like me, but as he said, he had read some books about seduction a couple of years ago and after practice, he managed to get laid frequently. It was rather strange that I had only met a couple of his hits though.

-“So, guess where I was last night” Adam dared me with a sly smile.

-“You mean yesterday, when you stood us up in the bar?”

-“I got delayed in class you could say… You remember yesterday was the midterm revision tutorial for Calculus 1, right? Do you remember who’s in that class?”

-“As if you would let me forget. So how did it go? Did you wet your pee pee, schoolgirl hunter?”

-“First of all, ouch. Guess who stayed after class for clarifications…” Adam laughed rather full of himself

-“Oh come on don’t make me get it out of you!”

-“Easy, easy don’t get amped buddy. By the way, her name is Rosa and she is Italian. For the two hours the tutorial lasted, she wouldn’t stop switching legs, while cross-legged and wouldn’t stop raising her hand to get my attention. Every time I came close to her, crouching in, I could smell her hair. You know the whole pheromones attracting mates thing is absolutely true I think. After everyone else left, me sitting on top of my desk, she came next to me, I looked her in the eye while she was talking to me for a minute which seemed like an hour, I closed the door and got to it… You have no idea how hot Italian is when fucking mate… I kissed her hard when the door closed and ripped the buttons off her shirt; it felt like I couldn’t control myself… I lift her up on my lap and got my hand around her mouth while touching her jut.

-“Jut?”

-“Her hooha? Her vagina, mate.

I nodded.

I was not sure if anyone was still around this floor. When the automatic lights went out, I dropped my pants as quickly as I could and got her on all fours. She was calling out my name a lot and something like “per favore” and something that sounded like arrest. Cannot really say what it was but she was so lustful I tell you. She even bit my hand, which is now bleeding and hurts like a bitch, mind you. When all was set and done she left rather hastily I would say, even ran off, didn’t even say goodbye. They have a fiery temperament, don’t they say? Well, utter bollocks. She was rather cold apart from the accent.”

Remember when I said that Adam was the storyteller kind? In every story, I had to weed out his bullshit. For example, I highly doubted she was shifting in her chair just looking at the guy. Plus, she didn’t seem to enjoy it that much… It felt rather forced…

I searched in my pocket for my cell phone and also found a piece of paper torn off diagonally reading:

Daily Schedule - Friday

Breakfast Group therapy sessions (Presenter of the week Adam Collins)

Free Time

Lunch

Medicat

End of part 1