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 Demonic Affection  (5 ratings)by Michael J. Irwin Page 1 of 7 They always said college life would be tough, but I never realized how tough
it was until I found there was more then classes. Until mid-way through my
sophomore year I had been an adequate student, I felt good about my row of
B’s, and especially of my singular A, which was exceptionally good for me.
I had a great job as the manager of a local convince store called Oscars,
and they worked completely around my school schedule. Best of all, I had
Sam, my long-time girlfriend since 8th grade and my best friend in the whole
world. We had practically grown up together in the small town of
Hillvalley, living only a few houses down from each other, and during our
high school years began to grow affection for one another. We lived in a
nice little apartment together off of campus.
What happened mid-way through my sophomore year is what I believe was the start of the strange sequence of events to follow. If you are wondering what happened, Chet did. Chet was the biggest party animal throughout the entire campus of Hillvalley Community Collage and was known by everyone as the Beer King. Now a guy like me and a guy like him make somewhat of an odd pair, two of totally different kinds, and our meeting was purely fate. It happened one day in our chemistry class when Chet came stumbling in with his sadistically cheery hangover look. When told to take a seat he found the only one left which was at yours truly lab bench. He sat down and began to fumble over a few chemicals that I had so tentatively laid out on the counter, and I quickly grabbed his hands and told him to sit still. I spent the next hour doing all of the work for the class myself while Chet sat there pleasantly staring at the wall. Most people would become quite angry about his lack of help, but I found it quite reliving that he wasn’t pouring sulfuric acid on my crotch. After one long grueling hour I had finished our lab and we were dismissed. I gathered my things and began to walk out the door when a big hand clamped down on my shoulder. "Hey kid." I heard Chet’s oh so unmistakable slurred voice chime "Thanks a bunch." This meant nothing at all to me, but I kindly acknowledged his thanks and continued my decent outside. Before I could make it I heard that voice again. "Hey kid, I got a party at my dorm Friday, why don’t you stop by and we can hang out." Now this was quite a surprise indeed. This was my first party in collage that did not involve dressing up like a Star Wars character or was free from D&D play (if you don’t know don’t ask). I graciously accepted his invite and he told me to be there at nine. Friday night, nine o’clock, a new Brad Harper was born. I drank, I partied, and I violently sang along to songs that I had no clue to which the lyrics where. By the morning I too had the sadistically cheery hangover look so well worn by my new friend Chet. For the next few months Chet and I became fast friends. I began to start skipping classes with him and drinking a lot more then I usually did. With a lot of my time spent with Chet, I found less and less time to be with Sam, but I was sure she understood. Hell, it was only a bit of male bonding, something I received little of as a child and could use a good helping of right now at my peak of dorkhood. It really wasn’t until two months before our sixth year anniversary that I realized what was going on. Waking up one night after a pretty wild party, I found that Sam wasn’t there. Soon after I found a note saying that I had changed too much and I was no longer the same Bradley she’d grown up with, and even if I changed it couldn’t fix some of the terrible thing that I had already done to her and my old friends. I was crushed and I had lost the only woman for me, and lost her for good. For a solid week I stayed in my apartment, drinking and crying, and only Chet ever came to visit me. He told me she was no good for me, I knew it wasn’t true. He told me I could do better, but I didn’t want any better, I wanted Sam. Finally after much coaxing Chet got me back on my feet and I began to return to classes, and my usual party routine, but there was still a part of me that was gone, a part no one could ever fill again. Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 Michael J. Irwin, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines. |
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