[I’m doing the 21 Day Challenge to Write by San Diego Writer’s Ink. Please bear with me as I give this a try 🙂 We’ll see how many days I make it and how these writings turn out! Day 1]
An uneaten hamburger, tires squealing, a beaten up cell phone, dust, an urgent message that says, “I need to see you now!” This was the last message from Safron Verodi. He was my best friend since grade school. I say was because I don’t know what this message means. The last time we spoke was at a drunken rave party held by the Phi Beta Kappas. Leave it to me to mess up a friendship that was meant to last an eternity. How I got out here into the desert alone with a body in the trunk, for fucks sake do I know.
All I know, is that I had to get out of there. Sally, my ex, was there at that party for all the wrong reasons. She told Safron that she was going to be there and do everything in her power to make me jealous. Lucky for Safron, he told me, so I had the heads up to set up a mental block in advance to spoil her conniving plan. If it wasn’t for that, it may have worked. So we break up for all the wrong reasons, so what. Yes, the girl I slept with wasn’t worth it, but a guy can try, right? Everything is different when it’s in hindsight. I’ll never admit this to Sally, but yeah, I fucked up.
I’ll pull over in half a mile to fill up with some gas, maybe finish this excuse of a hamburger; there’s nothing else to eat. Hell, there’s nothing else around here period. I told Safron I’d take care of the body, but I still think it’s going to take a tole on our friendship. It’s probably my fault that the bitch is dead in the first place. Goddamn I hope there’s a gas station up ahead. I can’t ditch this car if worse comes to worse. Mom’s going to have a heart attack if her car comes up missing. It’s one thing if I don’t come home for days. It’s another if her burgundy Buick Lacrosse comes up missing.
Safron thought it’d be funny to get back at Sally for her childish ways. I was trying not to think anything of it, but he knew better. He knew everything about me. He knew I was interested in Sally before I even knew. Come to think of it, that night at prom, I thought he’s the one that had the crush on her. Hell, he’s the one that took her to prom in the first place. I was there with Candy. For what it’s worth, she tasted like candy, too. She was also easy. That’s the reason we never made it past prom. That’s the reason Sally became number one on my list. Everyone wanted to be with Sally, probably even Safron.
Sally and I started dating two weeks after prom. Safron said he was over her; she wasn’t good enough for him. He said she ate too loud and spent her time daydreaming. He claims he even saw her talking to herself a couple of times. She was probably daydreaming about me and talking to me on the phone, but I never got that far in conversation with him.
Sally and I decided to go to college together. She helped me keep my head on straight. She did a good job of that. Interestingly enough, Safron was in on the plan as well. He said he didn’t have anything better to do with his life and decided to come along. I didn’t mind. What are friends for, right?
It got a little crazy half way through the first semester. That’s how I ended up here in the desert with Sally in the trunk. Safron said he didn’t do it on purpose. He said it turns out that he still had feelings for her after all. Going for me was one thing, but flirting with other guys was another, especially since it wasn’t him. He felt as though he waited his turn long enough. And when it didn’t come, that was it for Sally. I thought luring her away from the party to say I wanted to see her was one thing. Hitting her in the back of the head with a Phi Beta Kappas trophy was another, especially since I one it for our fraternity to begin with for beer pong. When Safron told me what happened, I did what any good friend would do. I told him I’d get rid of the body. How to go about doing that successfully, fuck if I know.