Devilish Good Time
By J.M. Snyder
I’m leaning against the wall out of the flow of traffic and thinking this party’s a bust when I see Bobby Montague through the crowd. He’s my height but muscular, on the crew team, and probably the sexiest guy I’ve seen on campus since I enrolled at Rutgers two years ago. There’s something golden about him, an aura that makes him seem perfect, and seeing him reminds me that I’m not. It’s the weekend before Halloween but no one comes to these fraternity keg parties in costume and I sure as hell didn’t dress up. The whole thing just isn’t my scene. I take a swig of lukewarm beer from the bottle in my hand and give myself two more minutes before I head back to the dorm and my essay on Blade Runner that’s due Monday.
And then Bobby backs into me.
It’s acci
