Page 17 of Unsupervised

Damn it all. I’ve done my best not to call Trey for help, but we need a ride. “Let me call my brother and see if he can come get us.”

For one brief, paralyzing moment I can’t remember his number. Who really memorizes anyone’s number anymore? Thankfully, it comes to me.

“Yeah?” Trey answers.

“Um…hey, it’s me.”

“Kelly? Where are you calling from?”

“A friend’s phone. Listen, I um…need a favor. Me and my roommates are kind of…stranded. Can you come and get us?”

“You can’t get a Rideshare?”

“It’s a long story and I’ll explain when you get here, okay? Oh, and please bring three shirts or towels or something we can cover up with on the ride home.”

A long pause makes me afraid the call may have dropped. “Cover up? Are you naked!”

“No! Just please, we’re at the corner of Terrace St. and Wilcox Way in the Doe Run apartment complex. Just hurry, okay? And don’t stop if you see a cop.”

“Fucking hell, Kelly!”

I quickly hang up, letting the phone go dark as I see a police car roll past. “He’ll be here,” I assure the girls. He didn’t exactly say he was coming, but I can always count on Trey.

“Ow!” Serena cries, shifting around. “A branch just tried to take my anal virginity.”

“You’ve never done anal?” I ask.

“Is this really the place to discuss this?” Remee hisses.

“Rem, you have to chill, we’re going to be fine. Her brother will give us a ride home.”

It’ll take Trey at least fifteen minutes to get here and I can’t wait that long to pee. “Keep watch for me. I can’t hold it anymore.” Serena chuckles when I get to my feet and move as fast as I can down the wall. It’s a dark corner surrounded by bushes. I can’t be seen from the street or anywhere else as far as I can tell but I still can’t believe what I’m doing when I pull my panties down and shove them out of the way. For a moment, I don’t think I’ll be able to. My bladder has stage fright or something, but finally the urgency takes over.

Oh my god, why does it sound so loud?

I hear Serena chuckle and I swear she starts singing “Let it go” softly. Bitch.

After a brief argument with myself whether it’d be better to just not wipe or risk a rash from one of these leaves, I decide a drip dry is in order. I can’t wait to get home and take a shower. “This is not how I saw my night going,” I say, crawling back under the bush between Serena and Remee.

“You’re having fun,” Serena accuses with a smile.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.”

Remee shakes her head at our giggles. “You two are insane.”

A few minutes later, Trey’s car pulls up at the corner and his head cranes, looking around. “There he is. Let’s go.”

Running after being crammed under bushes for almost an hour isn’t easy and they look as clumsy and uncoordinated as I feel, but we make it to the car. I can only imagine what Trey is thinking when we all jump in and duck down.

“Just go,” I order. Serena passes me a towel from the back seat, and I wrap it around myself.

“What the hell did you do?” he demands, turning the car around.

“Nothing!”

“Nothing doesn’t make you end up naked on the other side of town hiding from cops!?”

Fair point.