Chapter 80
**Sara**
I took another long sip of my tea, avoiding Jessica's piercing gaze. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.
"I... I don't know," I finally mumbled, hiding behind my mug.
"Oh, honey, that's not a 'no.' That's a 'holy shit, I'm in deep, and I don't know what to do about it.'"
"Can we please talk about literally anything else?"
"Fine, fine," Jessica said, waving her hand dismissively. "But mark my words. I'll crack this nut soon enough. You can't hide your juicy secrets from me forever. Now, spill some other tea. Any other drama in the life of Sara Parker?"
I sighed, grateful for the change of subject. "Well, if you must know, there was a little drama on Friday night."
"Ooh, do tell!"
"Matt showed up at my place," I said, rolling my eyes. "Uninvited, as usual."
"Your ex? That persistent little cockroach?" Jessica leaned in, practically salivating for gossip. "What did he want?"
"He invited me to dinner," I said, picking at a loose thread on my sweatpants. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy?"
"Please tell me you told him to shove that dinner invitation where the sun doesn't shine."
"Not in those exact words," I laughed. "But I did say no. Firmly."
"Good girl," Jessica nodded approvingly. "But wait, hold up. You're not... you don't have feelings for that walking disaster, do you?"
"For Matt? God, no. That ship has sailed, crashed into an iceberg, and sunk to the bottom of the ocean."
"Good. Because if you even thought about giving that loser another chance, I'd have to slap some sense into you."
"Trust me, there's no chance of that happening. Ever."
"Still," Jessica said, her face turning serious for a moment. "Maybe you should warn him not to show up again. I mean, it's borderline stalking at this point."
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll send him a text or something. Make it crystal clear that we're done."
"That's my girl," Jessica grinned.
I shook my head, amused by her enthusiasm. "You know, Jess, maybe you should try finding a real relationship instead of all this casual sex."
"Me? In a relationship? You've got to be kidding."
"I'm serious!" I laughed. "Don't you ever want something more... substantial?"
"Substantial?" She snorted. "Sara, darling, the only thing I want substantial is what's in a guy's pants. Why would I want relationship drama when I can have mind-blowing, toe-curling, scream-into-the-pillow sex whenever I want?"
"Jesus, Jess!"
"What?" She grinned wickedly. "You should see the guy I hooked up with last week. Built like a Greek god, and let me tell you, his 'sword' was definitely worthy of Zeus himself."
"Oh my god," I groaned.
"I'm telling you, Sara, casual sex is where it's at. No strings, no drama, just pure, unadulterated pleasure. Last night, I had this guy eat me out for so long that I thought I was going to pass out from sheer ecstasy. My neighbors probably think I've taken up exotic bird calling."
"TMI!"
"Oh please, like you're some blushing virgin," she teased. "Come on, tell me you don't enjoy a good, hard fu-"
"Okay, okay!" I cut her off, feeling my cheeks burn. "I get it. You love casual sex. No need for the graphic details."
"Damn straight. Why settle for one flavor when you can sample the whole ice cream parlor?"
"That's... an interesting analogy."
"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it," she winked. "There's nothing quite like the thrill of a new conquest. The anticipation, the excitement, the raw, animalistic passion..."
"Alright, alright," I laughed, holding up my hands in surrender. "That's your wish. To each their own, I guess."
Jessica raised her mug in a mock toast. "Damn right. Here's to mind-blowing orgasms and no strings attached!"
I clinked my mug against hers, shaking my head in amusement.
Jessica's enthusiasm for her wild lifestyle was both entertaining and exhausting. She fixed me with a curious look as we settled back into the couch.
"So, Sara Parker, enlighten me. What's your grand plan after we finally escape this MBA hellscape? You know, since it's our last semester and all."
"Grand plan? That's cute. More like a vague hope and a prayer."
"Come on, spill. You must have some ideas floating around in your big brain."
"Well, in my wildest dreams, I'd love to start my own business. Maybe a quirky little boutique or a trendy café. Be my own boss, make my mark on the world."
"Ooh, fancy," Jessica wiggled her eyebrows. "Sara Parker, CEO. Has a nice ring to it."
"Yeah, my bank account has other ideas," I grimaced. "It's more like 'Sara Parker, Broke as Hell.' At this point, any job that doesn't involve asking, 'would you like fries with that?' sounds pretty perfect."
Jessica cackled. "Oh honey, welcome to the club. We have jackets. They're made of unpaid student loans and crushed dreams."
"Gee, thanks. Sign me up," I rolled my eyes. "What about you, Jess? Any grand plans for post-MBA life?"
She shrugged. "Job, job, and more job. I've got about as many options as a vegan at a steakhouse."
"Seriously? No wild adventures? No plans to become the next Wolf of Wall Street?"
"Please," she scoffed. "The only thing I'll be howling at is my alarm clock when I have to drag my ass to a cubicle every morning."
"At least we'll be in good company. Maybe we can start a support group. 'Overqualified and Underpaid Anonymous.'"
"Ooh, I like it," Jessica grinned. "First rule of OUA: We don't talk about our student debt."
"Second rule: We cry into our instant ramen every payday."
We dissolved into giggles, momentarily forgetting the reality of our impending adult lives in the warmth of friendship and shared misery.
"You know," Jessica said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, "maybe we should just forget about jobs and start one of those risqué subscription accounts online. I bet we could make a killing."
"Risqué subscription? Are you serious?"
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