But as soon as I reached my locker, that cheerfulness vanished. There stood Alicia and Candy, waiting for me. I slowed my walk, but it was too late. T...ey’d seen me. “You stuck up bitch!” Alicia lashes out. I step up to my locker and face her, hoping I can let this abuse go like I do every other day. “What did I do?” I ask coolly. “You walk around like you’re floating through the clouds. I know you do drugs, that’s how come you disappear so often!” she snaps. I go cold, fear rushing through. Let's be honest since "Superstition" the only bass player most people can name of is that Fly/Flea/Bug/Stick Insect chap from Red Hot Chili Peppers. This guy was in full "look at me" mode, strumming solos between song that made the whole evening feel like an episode of a nineties American sitcom. He would occasionally elongate a note and move the sting slightly so it would change up and down. Roll a key up, elongated note with a wobble and roll a key down. Not the most improvised set but. "Hey, pay attention; I don't want you screwing up my notes."Somehow, I managed to keep my wits together to finish the lecture with enough notes to be able to study for exams. Susan put her arm through mine as we left the hall, we were both without classes for the rest of the day, and she asked if I had somewhere, we could study. I nervously asked if she wanted to come to my place off campus. "You live off campus? That is so neat, I live in a dorm with two roommates, and I hate it." You can come. ?You need to include the time sherested in your answer.? She turns shouting, ?I didn't getit. I am sorry.? and pulls up her shorts and begins to stomp off. Turning her by the shoulder, hetakes her by the back of the neck and pushes her forward until her nose ispressing into the whiteboard. He leans into her ?You pretty? girls always give up when it gets tough. Youare so fucking smart, I want you to excel, not just get by in life.? She struggles against his hand. ?Letme go.? ?Is your cunt wet,.