Free Seeking Karma by Melanie J. Cole Page A

wild.”
         Fuck me!  I can’t believe she just offered to fuck me in the bathroom.  I grab her hand, more aggressively this time.  “I’m not interested.”
         She sticks her bottom lip out , pretending to pout.  “You didn’t complain the last time.”
         Holy Hell!  This girl cannot take a hint.  Do I have to spell it out for her?  So be it.  “I was drunk the last time.”  I’m on the verge of shoving her off of the seat, when the bell dings again.  I glance up and freeze.  Karma, Anna, and Dusty are standing just inside the door, looking around.
         God damnit!  Karma’s eyes fall on me instantly, and her face falls.  This is just great.  I can only imagine what she’s thinking.  Dena’s still practically dry humping me, and all I can do is gape at her.
     
    CHAPTER 24
    KARMA
         “Hello, earth to Karma.”  Dusty is waving his hand in front of my face, but I can’t take my eyes off of the back corner.  Trent is with some girl, and she’s all over him.  “What are you looking at?”  Dusty follows my gaze, and I hear him gasp.  “What in the hell is he doing with her?”
         “What are you guys talking about?”  Anna looks from Dusty, and back to me, before her gaze falls onto Trent.  “Oh! My! God!  That’s Dena Robinson!  What the hell is Trent doing with her?”
         I focus my attention onto Anna.  “Do you know her?”
         She nods her head solemnly.  “Yeah, she’s in a few of my classes.  From what I’ve heard about her, she’s a walking venereal disease.”
         I swallow hard, and head back to a table - on the other side of the diner.  “I hope Trent wears a condom.”  I mutter, as I look over the menu.
         “We don’t have to eat here, Sweetheart.”  Dusty says, patting my hand. 
         “Yeah, Dusty’s right.  We can go somewhere else.  Would you prefer McDonalds?”
         “No.”  I wave off their offer.  “This is fine.  Trent can do whoever he wants.  It’s not like we’re in any kind of relationship.”  I don’t want to admit this to myself, b ut seeing him with someone else - really hurts.  I’d had a really good time talking with him last night.  It felt so – right.  I guess it was all one sided.
         “Screw them!”  Dusty booms.  “Let’s dance.”  He gets up and walks over to an old juke box, and begins scrolling through the songs.
         Anna and I follow him , and look over his shoulder at all of the songs.  All of the songs are older, mostly from the seventies and eighties.  “How about this one?”  Anna points to one I’ve never heard.  Hell, I haven’t heard of half of them.
         “No way.  We need something we can dance to.  That one’s way too slow.”  Dusty keeps flipping through the songs.  “Oh, here we go!”  He slips some change into the slot and presses a button.  Something you should know about Dusty:  He doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks of him.  He is who he is - and if you don’t like it - you can go and fuck yourself.  He begins gyrating his hips, and imitating John Travolta, as he bangs his head to Poison’s ‘Talk Dirty To Me’
         Anna doesn’t give a shit, either.  She jumps in , slinging her head round and round.  Unfortunately, I’m not as carefree as my two friends.  I look around warily.  There are only a few older people, in the diner, and of course Trent and Dena.  Trent’s eyes are locked on me.  I quickly turn my back on him, and watch Dusty and Anna.  Okay, I know exactly what they’re trying to do.  They’re trying to take my mind off of Trent - and the slut-bag he’s with - and cheer me up.  And, do you know what?  It’s working.  Screw it!  I jump in between them and begin dancing.  We’re all head banging, and throwing our arms around.  It must look like we’re all having a seizure, but I don’t care.  I’m having fun!