What Money Can't Buy

Date: 02.02.2010

Keywords: Buy, What, Can't, Money,

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Her breasts barely require a bra, actually, if she wears a semi-loose shirt, like usual, you can't see any protrusion at all. Her pixie-like figure continues through her waist, into her non-existent hips, and all the way down her legs. Her ass completely destroys the Latina booty stereotype; Mya's ass is small, yet still shapely.

"Taking a nap?" Mya shot herself into the center of my attention with an argumentative voice.

"No, just resting." I spun my head to see her. She was wearing jeans that had to have been painted on her and a loose-fitting black tee-shirt that read, 'Sith Happens.' "Hey, I've been looking for that!"

"Well, you left it here last week when you took a nap after your Friday swim. I guess you dropped it when you were putting on your uniform. I've mostly been using it as a sleep shirt. It's really comfy. Could you turn around, I didn't mean to grab this one." I turned around and closed my eyes. "Are you ready for the mid-term? I mean, you didn't come over to study, so I was wondering how long you studied last night."

"Ah, well, I didn't want to have to constantly reassure you when I should've been sleeping. Really, you know the material back and front, if you do bad on the exam it'll be because you didn't get enough sleep. I studied for about half an hour and I'm pretty damn confident."

"Done." I sat up to see her in a loose white UM-SL hoodie, her curly hair hanging past her shoulders. Her hand held my tee-shirt, "Do you want this back?"

"You really like it?"

"Sure, it's comfy." I could've sworn I saw her mumble something, but I put it out of mind.

"Then it's yours." I smiled, and once again, I thought my eyes deceived me when I saw her face light up for just a moment.

"Thanks." She said meekly. "Time to go." We grabbed our packs and left Bellrive Hall and started our walk to Benton Hall for our Psych exam that we still had fifteen minutes before it began. When we arrived, we both sat in the front row. We got comfortable and pulled out our pencils for the test. Mya turned to me, "Since we still got a couple of minutes, you should start working on the crick in my neck like you said."

I told her to turn around and I began rubbing her neck vigorously. I just started moving to her shoulders as the Professor walked into the classroom. I patted her on the neck and spun around to look straight at the educator.

***

"So, how do you think you did?" Mya could never help talking about tests after taking them, something I stopped doing long before then.

"Good, I survived." I knew my passé comment would annoy her.

"Damnit Victor! How the fuck do you do that? Just take it easy and nail the fucking test. I know you rely on scholarships and one test could drop the financial aid. Why don't you care?" Told you it would annoy her.

The calm, logical brain told me to relax, and explain logically that when I worry I do worse on tests. However, since when do men listen to their cerebellum? My heart told me to jump right back, so I obeyed the stronger, more appealing course of action. "Oooh, bigger question, why do you? You don't need to study so damn much. Jesus Christ, you're the one who got a full ride. You're evidently good enough to not need to care either." I know you're thinking that those words don't sound like much, almost reassuring. My sardonic tone, however, ripped through her, igniting her fury. My brain still wasn't loud enough to shout for me to the shut the hell up yet, though. "You're so uptight; live a little. All you ever do is study. Go get laid, have some fun." I dropped the word "fun" with the all the magnanimity of King Kong beating his chest on the Empire State Building. Before I could react, her hand rose up and slapped me across the face. Her action stung like nettles upon my cheek, the sound emanating across Bugg Lake. "That was new." That remark was characteristic of Victor Gallagher, Master of Understatement.

"Don't you ever say that again." She stormed off, marching back to her dorm.

"Dude, did you just ask to fuck her in the ass?" Sometimes, my own gender pisses me off. I ignored Joe Classmate as I took off to talk Mya down. My backpack slamming against my back, my back reveled that I only had two classes today. My next class, Bioethics, was canceled as we already took the mid-term. I grabbed her by the wrist firmly, but not violently.

"Sorry, what set you off like that?" My voice was no longer caustic, but transferred to my usual caring, sympathetic voice.

Her response, dripping with anger, "Go get laid." I had no idea why that phrase would set her off so, she had said it to me off-handedly pretty often. I let go of her wrist and wrapped my arms around her, but she blocked my hug by placing her arms against my chest. I still pulled her to me, gently rubbing her back through her sweatshirt. I apologized in hushed tones repeatedly, until she finally relaxed, throwing her arms around my lower back and crushing her face into my chest. I could hear muffled sobs coming from her, so I kissed the top of her head. We stood there on the grass for what had to be five minutes, other people just moving around us, before she stopped crying. It was weird in several ways, first, this was the first emotion she ever expressed except anxiety and anger, and second, she would release these emotions in such a public area.

She rubbed her face into my shirt and looked up at me. "So, what're your plans today?"

"Well, I was planning to do a little swimming since I have three hours before stats. You're free to join me if you like." I smiled, hoping to cheer her up even more.

"That'd be fun, I mean, I won't join you or anything. I didn't bring a swimsuit to campus, but I could study while you swim and we could talk when we go to our next classes." Her voice cracked just a little. We started our trek to the athletic complex. I went to the locker room to change into some board shorts. I walked into the pool room to find Mya already curled up in a chair and racing through some flash cards. I dove into the lukewarm water and swam twenty-five laps in the Olympic-sized pool. My muscles, and lungs, burned as I dropped myself in a chair next to Mya. I squinted so I could make out what was on her cards (it looked to be biology terms).

"That felt good." I said to no one in particular. She smiled to herself. The entire time we were at the complex, we never said another word to each other. I took five minute rests between laps, each swim cycle increasing in laps of five. I finally finished my full routine at one after finishing fifty laps. I retreated to the locker room to take a quick shower and get back in street clothes. We left the complex after I walked in to retrieve Mya. I set a leisurely pace as her next class didn't start until 1:30 and mine didn't start until 2. "So, ready for the mid-term?"

"No," she let out a quick breath, "but I think I can do adequately." I threw my arm around her shoulders as we continued walking. I knew she didn't want a relationship with me, but any time I touch one of my female friends, I feel good about myself, something I feel none too often.

"You'll do great."

"I know this abruptly changes the topic, but, what possessed you to tell me to have some fun? I mean if anyone needs some action, it's you. You're the poster boy for male virginity. Delia told me that you haven't even kissed a girl yet." Unusual, Mya is the friend that I rely on for intellectual help and Delia is the one for emotional turmoil. Mya had never before shown any interest in my romantic life.

"I'm uptight about sex, otherwise I'm a pretty relaxed guy. Besides, I have been kissed."

She perked up, "Really, you kissed a guy?" She smiled through her obviously sarcastic question.

"Last night, the woman I baby-sit for tried to seduce me."

"Really, did Victor finally lose his virginity to Mrs. Robinson?" She teased.

"Nah, I said tried. I turned her down, but I think she's planning something tonight."

"Go you." She seemed joyous in this new chapter in my life.

***

It was seven-thirty and Shauna was due home in half an hour. I was anxious; I had no idea what was going to happen that night. Okay, I had some idea, but not a definitive one. Alex and Will ended up staying at one of her colleague's house for the night. So, I was left bored after I tidied up her apartment, as she had left explicit instructions not to cook or eat anything and to get comfy. I left my tennis shoes beside the couch and curled up in my newest book. I had just finished the novel at that point when I decided to call up an old friend: David Castle.

"Hey Dave, what's up?"

"Nothin' much, mid-terms here at Mizzou. Oh, I got Doug laid last week." Doug Woodward was our spastic friend from high school. He was an overweight kid who played too many video games. Our mutual friends that went to UM-R bet that David couldn't get Doug laid within the first semester, barring use of beer goggles for the girl, i.e. she had to be sober.

"Was she drunk?"

"No, but he was. Your theory panned out, he wasn't spastic when he was drunk, he was relaxed. So, how are you in the pussy department?"

"I turned it down last night actually."

"You what? God, you're an idiot, just get laid. Stop waiting. Anyway, 'tardo, you won't guess who Wood fucked."

"Who?" I hate guessing game.

"Rose Strange. I'm not joking." Rose was an amazingly hot girl in my class; her ass was spectacular, one of the best asses any white girl will ever sport. "Anyway, I got to go, gotta study. If you turn poon down again, I'll carry out the threat you gave me when I told you I turned down road head." He clicked off his cell just in time. I heard a key enter the lock as I closed my flip phone.

I directed my full attention at the door as Shauna walked into her apartment. She was carrying a pizza box from Imo's. She smiled as she walked into the kitchen to drop the food onto the table. "Hope you like sausage.