Lynette Avery

"Hey Ethan, I really have to get going--" I realized this was probably not a good time because in the main room of the dorm, he had two lovely girls attending to his pleasurable needs since I never did it for him.

 

Psi Upsilon House; 11:45 pm

       I can't seem to ever understand these frat parties. They were loud and thousands of college kids always seem to show up especially at Psi Upsilon's infamous parties. The fraternity was one of the most funded on the Cornell campus. Its members included boys whos fathers were once part of the very same fraternity. Besides their good charity and organizations, Psi Upsilon was known for its parties. The members were wild party boys who owned brand name cars like Ferraris and Rolls Royce cars. It wasn't for just anybody. You had to be somebody to get in. Your father had to be somebody before you got in.

       I could hear the Black Eyed Peas' recent song "I Got A Feeling" blasting through the stereo as I pushed through the crowd. I felt so squeezed in with everybody and I just wanted to get some fresh air. The very person who dragged me here couldn't even be found . My boyfriend of the year Ethan Ronson was no where to be found.

       Ethan was a member of Psi Upsilon, and the host of this very party I was at. I never really intended on showing up tonight, but he had begged me to come since this was his first Psi Upsilon party he got to host. Ethan loved parties and I hated them. He was a wild boy and I wasn't. I'm not saying I'm the type of girl who stays in my room and read books by Nathaniel Hawthorne and Arthur Miller like my roomate, it was just that I was too busy studying to bring my low grades up while everyone (besides my wierdo roommate and including my wild child boyfriend) at cornell were to busy partying. 

       How did I get into Cornell? I ask myself the question every morning. I knew the answer though. My parents did everything in their power to get me into this Ivy Leauge school. I actually wanted to go to college in Montana or Washington, unpopular states where I wouldn't be know by my last name or the status of my parents. I bet the only reason I got into Cornell was because I was royalty. My mother, Joyce Harringhton Avery was the great grand daughter of Prince James of England and my father was the governor of the very state I lived in: New York.

       I had very big shoes to fill in, and so far I was no where to close to it. Unlike my parents I wanted to be out of the faces of the public and live a private life but my parents didn't want that for me. While I wanted to be a kindergarden teacher, my father wanted me to take on something more challenging and fufilling. So here I am, taking on something challenging but not fufulling and failing all my classes. I wish my parents wouldn't put so much pressure on me sometimes, but that's the only way I ever get thier attention.

      I groaned as I pushed through the stupid freshmen who were drinking their life away. When I looked at them, it made it hard for me to believe I was only a freshmen last year.

     I felt my phone ring in the back of my pocket, and when I looked at the caller ID, it was none other than my boyfriend.

"Where are you?" I shouted hoping he could hear me.

    All I could hear were people laughing and loud music.  I groaned annoyed. His phone probably dialed my number. I hung up and looked to see if I'd get a glance of him. I didn't find him. Frustrated, I was about to just ditch the party. Ethan wouldn't care.

    Ethan and I were not a traditional couple. Our parents forced us together, my mother especially.  During my high school years all I can remeber is my mom making me go on dates with him. He was a good guy, and cool to hang out with, but we were way too different. I was socially awkward, and he was Mr. Popular. I remeber when I found out he'd be my future husband, I felt embarassed for him and myself because we didn't even know each other.

    I never understood the whole arranged marrage thing. This wasn't the medieval times, but my mother told me never to question her or my father, so I just left it at that.       

    Tiredly, I walked over to the bar table near the main kitchen and sat down. I really had to get home to study. I had a major biology test on Monday, and Ms. Thompson absoulutely hated me. She knew I didn't belong in Cornell so she tortured me. Besides going home to study, I wanted to go to sleep too. I was already cranky.

"Lynette! I think you're the only one who  isn't drunk!" Bradley Danza, Ethan's frat brother and best friend grinned stumbling towards me and then lazily slinging his arm around my shoulder. I could instantly  smell the strong scent of Vodka off him.

"Hey Brad, have you seen Ethan anywhere? I really have to get going home." I told him, using all my might to get his heavy arm off me.I struggled.

    Brad was muscular. He worked out everyday at the gym. I knew because Ethan worked out with him and he sometimes made me come watch them (as you can see, I'm very obidient and I don't have a mind of my own).

"Why? So you can study?" He grinned knowingly.

I nodded.

"You're such a bore Lynette, always too afraid to have some fun." He said drunkenly.

    I laughed a little. That wasn't the first time I heard that. In fact most of Ethan's friends thought I was a bore, especially his frat brothers. They complained I was a robot, and at first that got to me, but I got so used to them teasing me I ignored them. I realized even though their parents paid for them to get into Cornell, most of them graduated high school with a 4.0 average and they didn't have to worry about failing a silly biology test because they knew what they were doing, unlike some of us.

" You know me so well Brad." I smiled. I hope he hadn't noticed the sarcasm in my voice.

He didn't thankfully and grinned even more.

"So...where's Ethan?" I asked again hoping he'd actually answer the question this time.

"Only because you're cute and I like you," I really hope that wasn't a drunken confession.

He took a sip of vodka from the cup he had been holding and pointed towards the staircase.

"He's up stairs." He finished.

I gave him a pat on the back.

"Thanks Brad. Try not to drink too much okay?" I warned as I started for the stairs.

"Too late!" I heard him shout back. I shook my head as I  walked towards the stairs.

    Getting up the stairs would prove to be a hassel. It was like there was another party going on there. Most people were making out, others were sprawled across the stairs. I did my best not to step on them, but I failed miserably. Finally, I made it up the stairs and went to Ethan's room which was at the end of the hall.

    The house had about 15 rooms (it was that big), three people would share one room. The rooms were massive. It could fit at least five roomates. It was like a small apartment inside an apartment building.

Finally at my destination, I opened Ethan's door.

"Hey Ethan, I really have to get going--"

    I relized this was probably not a good time because in the main room of the dorm, he had two lovely girls attending to his pleasurable needs since I never did it for him.

"Lynette!" He said alarmed, scurrying to get the disappointed ladies off him.

"Uh...um....Sorry. I just..uh...I'm leaving." I said embarassed. I quickly shut the door.

"Lynette wait!" He yelled.

    I could hear his voice through the door and I could hear the girls begging him to stay. I walked even faster down the stairs. By this time, I could tell  he was dressed since he was running after me. I dared to look back at him. He was a quick walker.

     I rushed down the stairs and  and mixed myself with the crowd. I headed straight for the door. I had to get out of here. Now.

* * *

     I stared at my truck as if it wasn't mine. I don't know why I didn't get into it. I was too busy staring at my reflection to get in the car. Am I ugly? Are my eyes too big? Are the color of my pupils so scary? They were just a light green that made it look like glass eyes. Was it my lenghty brown hair? Did it stink? I washed it every week with strawberry shampoo.

     Was it me? Am I that boring? I hit the reflection of myself. I didn't realize I was angry. I was angry because I just couldn't fit in with anybody. I was mad because people thought I was boring. I was mad because my parents were forcing me to take classes that I was failing. I was mad because I'd rather be anybody else other than Lynette Avery.

"Lynette?!" Ethan's voice called.

I looked behind me, and he was about five feet away from me panthing. He really ran after me.

"Yeah?" I answered shakingly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I mean... I drank--"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me!" I blurted a little too loudly for my comfort. It was almost as if I yelled at him. We stared at each other both shocked that I had raised m voice.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked walking towards me.

Take a hint Romeo.

"I'm going home." I told him as I walked to the driver's side of my truck.

"You are mad." He began, following me.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled.

     He stopped. I got in my car and turned on the ignition. He stood in front of my car. He knew I wouldn't run him over even if I wanted to. It was so tempting though. I reversed my car since there was no car behind me, and then took off.

 

Author's Note

Hello! Please ignore the spelling mistakes, over use of commas ( I'm still having a problem figuring where they belong) and bad grammar. Psi Upsilon is an actual fraternity in Cornell and I don't know too much about them. I don't know anything you recognize like black eyed peas. Please your amazing opinions. I appreciate it
-Paysonn<3

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I really like this!
Great Job.

I would write more but my keyboard is messing up haha.