"I'm meeting Alicia Webber at the cafateria for some lunch, then we were going to hang at her room over in Barton Hall, and then later we were going to a costume party over at the Gamma house. You remember Alicia, don't you?" Emily asked.
Bryan remebered Alicia Webber, and he suspected that most of the guys who'd gone to high school with her would remember her. She was hard to forget. Alicia had been a model student, debate team, tennis team, student government vice president, honor roll, the whole ball of wax. She was also stunningly beautiful. Long, dark black hair that fell to her waist, but she usually wore in a bun on her head, givining her a sexy secretarial look. Her eyes were a piercing sky blue, with a thin aqualine nose, and pouting lips, and her body could have come straight out of a men's magazine. She was curvacious and sexy. And while Alicia had been a good student, she was a real party girl. Bryan had always seen her at any of the parties he'd gone to.
It was at one of these parties that Alicia had walked from male partygoer to male partygoer, giving them long, lingering french kisses. Bryan had savored his. He even massaged her sweet ass as the two of them had kissed, before she walked on to the next lucky guy. Later, he'd seen her kissing Terri Massio with a passion that was clearly reciprocated.
"Oh, yeah, I remember her," Scott leered.
When Emily looked back at Bryan she rolled her eyes, as if to say, "Can't you lose this guy?"
"I remember Alicia. I didn't know she was going here too." Bryan looked at his friend, hoping to convey that he was cramping Bryan's style with Emily.
"So, Scott, you have to go to the registrar's office, don't you?" Bryan said
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