Episode 1: Pizza Delivery Nightmare
Pizza delivery girl's worst nightmare? Pulling up to an address only to have her boyfriend answer the door in just a towel and for the girl he's with to scream, "Babe, what is taking you so long?"
Picture this, a nightmare that didn't end when you hand over the large pepperoni pizza and declared, "$14.80," while your boyfriend whispered, "I can explain."
It dragged on so that the girl he was with tossed a twenty at you, wrapped her arm around him and whined, "Baaabe, hurry up."
Except, the bonde leggy woman was no girl, she was hiding her boobs with the shirt you'd bought him for his birthday. Yeah, not a girl, a woman with at least twenty years on you both.
Of course, the nightmare continued, why would it end when they slammed the door in your face? You turned slowly, a crumpled twenty dollar bill clutched to your chest. The chest in which your heart raced because you turned and realized on the other side of the road your worst fucking enemy had seen the whole thing.
Shiloh wished someone had woken her from her nightmare of a reality, but no, no one did and on the other side of the road he had witnessed it all, standing there was Pierce fucking Dickson.
She didn’t even know he lived off campus.
Having pictured Shiloh's dilemma in vivid color, you could understand why Pizza delivery girl wobbled back to her work car, you know, the one obviously covered in vibrant decorative cheese pizza wrapping and a neon yellow sign saying "Hot Box" on the top. She hopped in and repeated slammed her head against the steering wheel screaming, "Wake Up!"
"Wake Up, Shiloh!" "Girl, what the hell? Did you realy not sleep last night?" Ciara demanded from her friend. Stetching and rubbing her eyes Shiloh Simmons replied, "Not a wink." She shuttered her eyes again.
Ciara slammed her textbooks against the table forcing Shiloh to lift her head with a groan, "Nap time is over. You shouldn’t be napping at all!"
That earned her several, "shhhs" from several students in the campus library. Shiloh raised her head fully, unsuccessfully trying to straighten the page she'd crushed in her sleep. She was sure page marks marred her cheeks.
The blonde tucked strands of her bob behind her ear as she sat. She narrowed her icy blue eyes on those who shushed her and spoke without a whisper, "Don't tell me you're letting that asshole keep you up. It's been a week obviously he's still trying."
Ciara stretched her long legs under the table.
Shiloh rolled her eyes. She could not care less about her ex's attempts to reconcile with her. "Please, I blocked him. Need I remind you he has no right to be trying, he was the one who texted me saying we weren't "working out"." Noah Henning had been her boyfriend for almost two years. Shiloh wasn't going to replay the time spent together because he'd likely spent most of it sticking his dick into women who could be their mother. Shiloh glanced around the library, catching sight of the clock hanging from the wall above the doors she realized it was 9 o'clock. She came to the library after her shift and a quick shower, she'd been there since 3 am. She wasn’t sure when she fell alseep but the dent she planned on putting into her studying was more like a light scrape. "I took on more shifts. No one wants to work nights and you know..."
Shiloh didn't need to finish her statement because Ciara finished it for her, "Yeah, I know." Her friend of nearly two years sighed, "You need the money. Ugh! Between Noah and your dad, I don’t know which annoying man's ass I want to kick first."
Presented with option a and b, Shiloh picked option c, the guy who held the secret to one of, if not, the most embarrassing moment of her entire life. Said guy walked through the double doors. Shiloh's eyes followed as he walked in surrounded, as usual, acting oh so over the crowd, but he was was constantly being followed.
His eyes caught hers. He smirked then he made a poised sipping motion, positioning his fingers as if sipping from a teacup. Shiloh's eyes narrowed and she hissed, "You could start with Pierce Dickson."
"Huh?" Ciara cocked her head to follow Shiloh's line of sight. "Oh. I still don't get why you hate him. I've never seen you two interact."
Yeah, Shiloh thought. That was because when Shiloh had met Pierce, it was her very first day at the University of Maryland. She didn’t know Ciara then. She didn’t know anyone, but as officially as day two she hate someone with every fiber of her entire being. And for the last two years that hatred had grown, blossomed even, into a healthy well fed emotion. Shiloh gave it attention, nurtured it like a newborn baby.
At six feet three, Pierce was all towering blocks of lean muscle, long dirt blonde hair, smirks, hoodies and leather jackets. He was the poster picture of a bad boy. If this was the 90s, he'd be the guy every dad told their daughter to stay away from. Ridiculous. Shiloh could go on and on about how ridiculous it all was. Everyone should hate the arrogant ass. Instead, everyone was enamored with his, "I'm a misunderstood ambivert" vibe. Shiloh wasn't enamored. She was enraged and she had good reason to be.
Let's set the scene, skies were blue, not a cloud in sight. The campus was glowing under the rays of the Lord's sun and everything was buzzing and rushing including Shiloh's blood. This was it. Although Shiloh's mother, Lo-Ann, had been shaking since about a month before, they'd driven up there in her aunt's old pick up truck because this was Shiloh's way out. Her only way out.
The pair of five feet two tall ladies started unpacking almost immediately and they were doing fine. Okay, they were struggling. So, when the heavy boxes of her texts were plucked from her and her mother's hands, Shiloh was grateful.
The giant of a man smiled at them showing off straight white teeth with slightly longer canines. He was surrounded by the sunlight like an angel. He had his hair in a man bun, low tapered sides contrasting long lengths on the top, a black piercing in his ear and his cologne drugging her. He introduced himself as Pierce Dickson. He told them he majored in business and engineering. He was in his second year there.
Pierce helped them with every single item. He gave them tour of the campus and paid for their food. He’d hugged her mother back awkwardly before she left. Shiloh fell in love with the man, immediately. He was hot, sweet, kind and so tall. Just how she liked them.
The text from her mother was like a green flag to her mind.
He's such a sweet boy. I hope you two become great friends, with a wink emoji.
Okay, her hopes were up. They'd be friends first then maybe more, more like she’d be losing her virginity level more. She was nineteen going on twenty and she was picturing baby names instead of going to sleep.
The next day, when Shiloh saw him standing with a group of friends she walked over there, adjusting her sachel and pushing out her A cups. "Hey, Pierce." Her heart was racing. She bit her hip and he looked down at her like he'd never seen her before. She'd figured he'd forgotten her name. That hurt but alright, it was a pretty unsual name so she reminded him, "It's Shiloh. From yesterday."
The group erupted into laughter. Someone chuckled, "Still forgetting your fucks names, I see." They all slapped him on the back.
Shiloh was taken aback, "What?" She protested, "We did not have sex!"
One of the guys turned to her, he licked his lips, "Trying to join the line, shorty. You can join his line or you can join mine." The laugh in his voice made her skin prickle. She was on the verge of tears. This was cruel and Pierce hadn't said anything. Kind, sweet Pierce was missing. Gone. He gave her a bored maybe even indifferent stare. The guy reached out to touch her. She was too shocked to step back. In time, Pierce had caught the guy's hand and he leaned down, getting closer to her height. He gave her a cruel smirk, "Just buzz off, teacup."
Shiloh left. Of course, she left. She couldn't have stood there trying to convince Pierce they knew each other especially when they were laughing at her. He was laughing at her.
Every since that very day. She hated him.
"Shiloh! Seriously, you have got to stop zoning out on me." Ciara grumbled, "You didn’t even answer me."
"Forget it." Shiloh slammed her books closed and stood, "I never want to talk about it." She gathered her stuff.
Ciara rolled her eyes, "Okay, whatever, but you're still meeting us at the diner right?"
Shiloh forgot all about that. She bailed once already last week after obvious events. She couldn't bail again. So she forced a smile, "Of course, I'll be there."
