Fake friends

On my second semester of art major, I was already known around campus. I stood out with my good grades, my good looks and my friendly attitude. As such, I had plenty of friends, all studying different things and with agendas completely different to mine. I was having a blast at college, and I thought the people around me were genuine. It turns out, it was not so like I imagined.

Starting the third semester, I had already met more people. My best friends were Katy and Rick, and we always hung out together. Katy was my roomate. My boyfriend at the time, a soccer player for college named Kevin, was a very popular guy in campus. He had a lot of friends and attended a lot of parties, and, to top it off he also had good grades. He was tall, tan-skinned, dark haired with curls and beautiful green eyes. We were a contrasting couple, me with my almost pale skin, grey eyes, blonde long hair and my colorful clothing.

Kevin’s main friends were Harold, another soccer star dating a cheerleader I did not get along with well, Giuseppe, Kevin’s friend since they started college and dating a girl named Theresa, and John, Kevin’s friend whom I had grown the closest to. He was very nice to me and he also seemed more reliable than Harold and Giuseppe, and he was always helping Kevin.

However, the true faces of certain people would come out at a party happening in campus a night after finals were done… There, I saw the real intentions of some so called friends and what they wanted to achieve. The party was to be held at the old greek house, just across campus. We were really looking forward to this, because finals were so hard on all of us. The party was going to be full and fun, and we certainly needed the fun and relaxation it would bring.

That afternoon I went shopping for new clothes to wear at the party, and I got a cute little red wine dress that I thought would dazzle Kevin. I didn’t show it to him at all during the day, because I wanted to surprise him. I also got new lingerie that was sexier than my usual picks. I was ready for an all-out partying night of fun! But instead… I got a night of realizing things.

Later that night, I went to the party in my new dress and I saw everybody. There was a lot of alcohol, a lot of dancing, hot shirtless guys, girls with barely any clothing, the list goes on… everybody wanted to go all out. I looked for Kevin like crazy, but he was nowhere to be found. However, his friends were there. It was shaping to be a nice night with so many of our friends, and Kevin’s friends hung out with me a lot “To make up for his absence”. Apparently, he was sick.

John was being flirty with me after a few drinks, and I took it as something playful and not serious, but later that night it became much worse. He asked me to dance with him, and I agreed, thinking the exercise would make him less drunk. I was hoping that would happen, but alas, it did not… we were dancing to a mid tempo electronic song, tons of neon lights flickering over us, when suddenly, he kissed me. His kiss was warm and a little dumb, and I was absolutely shocked. I pushed him away, then he pulled me closer.

“I have always wanted you” he said, kissing me on the cheek. “Get away from me!” I yelled as i pushed him away, then I left the dancefloor. I needed to find a room to rest and call Kevin, to tell him what had happened. However, I did not know the rooms in the greek house, so I just started to look everywhere. In one of the rooms, which was seemingly empty. the door was barely open. I took a peek inside after hearing moaning, and there I saw Harold fuckign Theresa, Giuseppe’s girlfriend. She was riding him in reverse, squirting as he took his cock out to slap her wet pussy with it.

She was moaning loudly, maybe they didn’t care because the music downstairs was so loud, but I was repulsed. She quickly got on her knees and started to suck on Harold’s large cock, making him come after a few minutes, cum splashing all over her face. I saw enough, and was ready to tell Kevin all of this madness. However, on my way to find another room, I found something else to look at. Giuseppe was in another room, a washing room, fucking a random girl who seemed to be drunk. He was cheating on Theresa while she was fucking Harold. He sat the girl on top of a washing machine and penetrated her, and she rolled her legs behind his back and moaned. He kissed her deeply to stop her moaning, and she kept asking him to go harder.

After a few minutes, he took out his cock and cum was oozing out of the girl’s pussy, and she picked it up with her fingers and started to suck on them. Giuseppe was dressing up to leave, and I knew it was my moment to go.

I went to the rooftop and tried to think about and process what I had just witnessed, and I decided to simply send a text to Kevin. “You have really fake friends” the text said, and the rest is history. You never really finish knowing the people you consider yourself close to unless you see them betraying someone…