Rage Against the Machine- No Shelter
“What a fucking waste of my fucking time.” I look down at my best friend, and pray she turns down the volume of her voice a little. We are walking with about a hundred other students out of the auditorium.
“Stace could you keep the festive swearing to a minimum.” I stage whisper to her.
I look around me and there are people staring at us. Finally getting to the front doors we break away from the pack of students coming from the housing lottery. I know Stace is pissed and I am too. I am just not so vocal about it. We are finishing our second year here at St. Augusta’s College of Arts and Sciences and we will not have a place to live on campus next year. We knew this could happen. The school only guarantees freshmen and sophomores on campus housing and there is a lottery at the end of each year for the upperclassmen to get the few spots left. We did not win said lottery.
“I will not tone it down, Ray. What the hell. We are paying an arm and a leg to go to school here and we have to find a place off campus to live on top of that. You can bet those bitches from the dance team got one of those new freaking apartments on the back of campus. Fucking elitist dicks.” Stace has a problem with organized groups, and people who think they are better than anyone else. She sincerely does not like the girls from the dance team; specifically Brittany and Gretchen who lived in the apartment above us this year. They called campus police every time her long distance boyfriend Jake came up to visit. We weren’t supposed to have guys spend the night in our apartment. Not that that stopped anyone. I knew for a fact Gretchen had many male visitors, because her room was above mine and she is a screamer.
“We will figure out something. This is a college town there are plenty of places to live. We can get an apartment just the two of us.” I link my arm with hers while we walk down the path to the apartment we share with two other girls. They are okay roommates but the school housing computer picked them for us.
“My dad is paying for tuition and he included housing when I lived on campus but I am not sure he will pay for anything off campus.” Stace huffs.
I am in a similar situation. Going to school completely on scholarship with very little spending money coming from my on campus job at the theater. I would have to find another job on top of the one I have, if we were to move off campus.
“Crap, okay, well you talk to your dad and I will start looking for a job. Maybe The Moon is hiring. I am sure Max will put in a good word for me with his manager. Once we know what kind of budget we are working with we will find a place. We have until the end of June to get out of our apartment on campus. I have total faith.” I say with conviction in my voice.
“You are an optimist and it annoys the hell out of me.” She says without any conviction in her voice.
I know she doesn’t mean it. Nobody would truly call me an optimist. I simply cannot consider the option of failing. Succeeding has been the only thing keeping me going since the horrific breakup I went through earlier this semester. After a year together I found out my boyfriend, Mark, was cheating on me. Not only that, but he was a total prick while we were together. While with him I never went out with my friends. I was always under his supervision it seemed. At the time I thought it was because he was protective I thought it was cute. But now I realized it was because he was controlling and didn’t want me to see the other girls he was going out with. Stace was the only person who was with me through the whole relationship. He couldn’t really keep me away from her seeing as we lived together. She saw through all his bullshit, and she didn’t ever like him. That should have been a warning sign for me in the beginning. If your best friend, who is blatantly honest all the time good or bad, thinks your boyfriend is “the worst kind of scum” you should probably listen. I didn’t, and I seriously suffered for it above and beyond the cheating. Most the people I had met and became friends with before starting to date him were no longer in touch with me. His friends, who I thought I had become semi close with were devils in disguise. I lost most of myself in my relationship with Mark, but his friends nearly took the rest the night I finally broke up with him. I put up the mental wall again holding back memories of that night.
I had a few friends from the theater: Max,his boyfriend Tom and Stace. The four of us and Jake, when he was here, were family. Maybe I should go home for the summer hadn’t been home much for the last year .My parents had not liked Mark all that much either. That was reason enough for me to skip coming home for my birthday and the holidays this past year. I still talked to my mom almost every day, my brother Chad had come up to visit right after my breakup. That was most contact I had with them for our year long relationship.
I am so caught up in my memories I don’t realize Stace is still talking to me.
“We don’t have till the end of June. Ray weren’t you listening at that shit show? We only have until the week after finals.” She hits herself in the forehead like my density physically hurts her. “They are tearing apart our apartment building this summer and remodeling it for next year. We have to be out in two fucking weeks.” In two weeks I was going to be homeless, or go home to my parent’s house and try and find somewhere to live up here from 200 miles away. All while trying to find a job off campus and save money for said apartment. I couldn’t find a job here if I am there. What about Stace? She will have to stay up here too to help find a place and then move in. She wouldn’t leave me here all summer by myself would she? No, but what about Jake? There is only one answer to all these questions:
“We’re screwed.” I say with no humor in my voice.
Stace laughs dryly, throwing an arm around my waist. “Glad you have come around to my way of thinking.”