Crush the dreams of men (April, Merry) [backdated last Saturday]
Merry was woken up by someone banging on her door, and she scrambled out of bed with her heart in her throat and her phone in her hand. The light burned into her eyes when she turned it on, and she paused at the door. “Who is it?” she called, blinking as she adjusted her eyes.
Though if it was… Russian ninjas or anything like that, surely they wouldn’t knock. She probably didn’t need her phone ready for an emergency but she had it anyway.
“April,” called through the door, and Merry swallowed a mouthful of heart and unlocked her door to let April in.
April was dressed in party clothes, an underbust corset of baby blue and a big tulle skirt that barely fit through the door. She had post-party makeup, too, eyeliner that had once been winged and eyeshadow smeared and lipstick that had been all kissed off. “Help?” she asked, smiling pitifully at Merry.
“What is it?” Merry closed the door behind April and locked it again as April sat down on her bed, hands buried in her skirts.
“Uuuh this is stupid,” April winced. “Look, you said… you’d help. There’s this guy, Ollie, in my bed and we were going to, uh, but,” April hesitated, not even sure she wanted to say it. “I kind of think it’s a bad idea and I need you to stop me because I also really, really want to go fuck his brains out, oh my god do I.” She clenched her thighs together as she said fuck his brains out outloud, so desperate to relieve the pressure she felt between her legs but…
“You want me to go kick him out?” Merry asked, her eyes still adjusting to the light, her brain still adjusting to being awake.
“Will you?” April looked up at her. “You said you’d help cockblock and… if I go in there again I’m just going to jump right onto it. If I hadn’t left the room to piss I wouldn’t have stopped myself at all.”
“Ugh,” Merry said, but she pulled on a coat over her pyjamas and pushed her phone into her pocket. “Stay there,” she told April, and unlocked her door again.
April’s own door was unlocked. Merry pushed it open and oh good, sudden penis.
Deliberately averting her eyes from the bed, and let the door hit the doorjam with a deliberate thud. “Alright,” she said, to the naked shape in the bed that she was not looking at. “It’s not happening tonight. You need to leave.”
“What the fuck?” said the shape on the bed who had been displaying himself as seductively as a horny white first year could, pulling April’s sheet over himself. “Get out of here!”
“Nope,” said Merry to the wall. There was an unnerving image creeping into her mind, a suggestion of how nice it might be if she stayed here, maybe crawled into bed with him too? Ugh Merry thought , disgusted in herself. No. “She’s changed her mind, “ she snapped at Ollie. “Get dressed and leave.”
She turned and left herself, leaving April’s door open. She leaned against the opposite wall and waited, feeling pissed off and tired and like April really, really owed her one for this.
A minute later Ollie was haphazardly dressed, his belt still undone, his shirt on inside out. “Where is she though?” he asked Merry, whose arms were folded tight as a shield across her chest.
“I said get out,” Merry repeated, narrowing her eyes at him. He sneered back, looked Merry up and down.
“Fucking bitch,” he muttered, and Merry had to fight her desire to slam his face against the wall. He was already leaving anyway, there was no need for physical violence.
(Okay there was totally a need for physical violence – he’d started it with his damned misogynistic comment he deserved to get his head smashed into a wall.)
She waited till he’d left the hall and the door had clicked shut, automatically locking behind him. He wasn’t a McKinley resident, so he couldn’t get back in without a code and a swipe, now. Merry was so glad for the extra security the uni had added after Daria’s time in the hall.
“He’s gone,” Merry said, letting herself back into her own room. April slumped in relief.
“Ugh thanks. Was it awful?”
“He’s a jerk,” Merry said. “You deserve way better. He was this close to spitting on me, I swear.”
April’s face crumbled. “Shit. Sorry.”
Merry blew her hair off her face and sat down on her bed next to April. She kind of wanted to ask if all penises looked so… demanding, but she didn’t want to admit this was the first time she’d seen a real one. “Look,” she said. “Go have a cold shower and a drink of water, or something. I’ve got to sleep now.”
“Yeah…” April heaved herself off the bed with a frustrated sigh at herself. “Thank you. Sorry I’m so useless. I just… yeah…”
“It’s fine,” Merry said. “You know me. Always happy to crush the dreams of men.”
April smiled gratefully – grateful and more than a little embarrassed. God, she sucked so much. But no, no more sex. It wasn’t worth it. (Except god, sometimes it really really was but NO. No, she had to keep telling herself. No no no. No more.) Merry suggestion of a cold shower was an excellent one. April pointed herself in that direction and left, hoping it would help. Hoping something would.