#6

I woke up on a new bed sheet than I was used to. It was a blue bed sheet with star shapes on them. I woke up with a heavy headache. While my mind was trying to process what was happening, I turned and found Emma beside me sleeping.
I was puzzled. It took some time for me to understand how I got here. Then I realized I had blacked out from the party, I vaguely remember I puked on Emma. I was so embarrassed even though Emma had taken me into her room to sleep.
I wondered how she was able to carry me up the stairs to her room. When she finally woke up. It had just occurred to me that I slept beside a lady all night. A question ran through my mind constantly if we had sex or not.
She greeted me with “ hi Good morning, hope I didn't wake you “. I responded as I was shaking my head “ No I woke up before you “. She said, “ so you were just staring at me the whole time you were awake… Stalk much”.

This left me so Perplexed because I had no response to that statement. Then she said while lightly punching my shoulder “ lighten up freshman… It's a joke”. Still confused by everything happening.
I asked if any sexual activity happened in my unconsciousness. And apologize if I did anything out of the ordinary and also for her shoes that I puked on. She responded saying “ No freshman we just had fun at the party and had a few drinks too many…
Then you blacked out and since I didn't know your dorm room I took you to mine. But we did kiss tho“. “ I hope It wasn't much trouble getting me up here,” I ask in a soft undertone.
Emma responds casually saying “ Nah… nothing to worry about . I got my girl, Jazz to help me ”. I asked what dorm I was in and how I could get to mine, so as not to stay longer than invited. I got to meet her roommate who was at the other end of the room.

“Hi, I'm Jasmine, but you can call me jazz. Like the Music. People just call me that and it stuck over time” She introduced herself to me as Jasmine and casually said a few words as she went back to reading the book that was opened on the bed beside her.
I could hear her Indian accent mixed up with an American accent. Jasmine looked like an Indian girl but was mixed race and she seemed like the type to want to bury her head in her books rather than go for an all-night party.
She had a tattoo on her left arm. Which slightly showed that she had been through a lot and would have stories to back them up. I had not seen her at the party earlier yesterday but I did see a girl dancing beside her. I thought to myself “
I can't remember most of it, maybe that is why I could not remember seeing her”. I looked around the room and I could see a large poster text written in bold letters “ Do Epic shit”.
A large picture of Aretha Franklin on the wall, beside it, was also a picture of a hand and around the fist was “smash haters and go power girl power “ written in bold letters. This room was way better than mine and cleaner.
When I first saw mine I was so displeased about the mess Andre made on my side of the bed but I could not say anything because I didn’t want my first impression to be someone that nags a lot and I was like “ damn! Emma, I think I want to come here often because it is way neater and I can see the floor, unlike mine where my roommate puts his messy clothes everywhere. ”

We talked about our high school experiences, I also found out jazz was also in a second year. She majored in economics. We talked about experiences in high school and how as minority jazz had so many issues connecting people in high school I could not technically relate to her issues as a minority but I did want to understand. But I could relate to not fitting in and making many friends but most of my issues with school were my bad grades and I got in trouble a lot. They were not technically as racially inclined as hers.
“My dad said you Indians are coming to take our jobs” Jazz explained her confrontation with a girl in high school that hated her. And made her life a living hell by bullying her.
“ That bitch made my life miserable in high school, “ she said.
She was a nice girl and we did get to understand each other a little bit. she made fun of how I was slobbering all over Emma at the party “it seemed like you lovebirds already knew each other…
y’all were very much into each other at the party… I think I even saw James grabbing your boobs all excited and all”. I was so confused by this because most of my thoughts were blurred due to me drinking a lot while dancing and I really did not want to think too much of it because I had a massive headache that I was dealing with.
She seemed to be someone that was very vocal about her thoughts and I see how that would have gotten her in trouble a lot. She was also very politically inclined and would argue with anyone that's opposed to her political views and she explained how her parents moved from India to create a better life for her and her little brother in the Us.
Her parents had worked so hard to get her so far from financial lack. She came from a middle-class background. Even with the enormous pressure, she found a way into college,
in fact, one of the best colleges in the state, a better improvement from where our parents were from and she was proud of that and did vaguely smile when she talked about it.

I asked jazz “where are you from ?” “The big apple N-Y-C baby” as she said those words, she didn’t seem like living in New York. “I am bored by New York City people mostly”
and add that it was a place where people didn’t care so much about each other from her experience “everything feels like it’s in constant motion” . she had a narc saying how she felt.
“ You might do well having a political career in the future”. “ Politics is for those that know how to deceive the masses… I don't think I would know how to hurt people without a Conscience. I have too much conscience for politics “
She was a very interesting character. She and Emma seemed to have just gotten to know each other the other day, almost in the same boat as me and Andrew. She also considered Emma a friend and was ready to help her most of the time.
I didn't feel any anxiety toward this beautiful woman while I was there. I usually was uncomfortably talking to beautiful women and I did not stutter or all my words were able to form words articulately. I told myself “oh I'm doing very well” like a father patting his son on the back for a good job well done.