Lowering Sun on Lake Herrick

By Chanse Reddick

The year is 2007, things are looking pretty good for college freshman Adam Springsten and his best friend Kevin Johnson. They both have one thing on their minds, to have the greatest college experience of their lives this summer, and for Adam, well that means that he’s going to have to go into uncharted territory. The territory called getting out of the friendzone, and for ol’ Springsten here, that may just be a pipe dream. That is however, before he met Alyson. Follow this story to find out the rise and fall of this one young adult man and his woes with woman, like you’ve never seen before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jan 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9781663217042

Chanse Reddick

Chanse Reddick, a new author, willing to have his story heard by anyone and everyone. This book, an attempt to inspire the young and not so young audience and to let them see what truly goes on in the mind of a male. I thank everyone for this opportunity.

Book preview

1

The year is 2007, and the setting is Athens—Georgia, not Greece. More specifically, the University of Georgia, where everyone is rocking the mascot bulldog in every way possible. It’s kind of crazy how that works, from buying bobbleheads at the stands to wearing your favorite player’s jersey. Hell, it’s even painting your face the occasional red, white, and black to show your support while yelling, Go, Dawgs! However, the one thing that people revolve around more at this university than the bulldog is sex. I know it sounds like a cliché, but it’s true. It’s all about status here at UGA, and any other college around the country would agree—well, at least the student body would behind their fraternity and sorority doors. However, there is always an exception in these kinds of stories, and I’d like to explain what I mean.

Hi, my name is Adam Springsten, and I’d like to think of myself as the oddball, the lone ranger, the Han Solo, the—oh, you get my point. I’m saying that despite living in this world surrounded by hormonal adults entertaining themselves with whatever person of the opposite sex swings by, it doesn’t entertain me. That, and the other big thing is that I never had the opportunity to go through with it. That’s right, at the ripe age of eighteen, I’ve never done the deed, which means that I’m the only resident of said Loserville, where all virgins go to wait out their virgin lives.

It’s not all bad though, because in the meantime I get to hang out with my best friend, Kevin Johnson. If the name alone cannot woo you girls reading, then let me give you a vivid description of this man. This guy has legs like tree trunks, arms that could carry up to twice his body weight, and don’t even get me started on his abs. The man has a chiseled core that I’m pretty sure Michelangelo would’ve asked him who carved such a masterpiece. That’s why it’s so easy to believe that he’s such a chick magnet with not only the looks but the charisma to match it. I find it very comforting that he and I are friends because we kind of complete each other in a brother kind of way, and like brothers we can’t seem to stay out of trouble. I would say it, but I’m just going to save my breath over that blatantly horse-faced lie.

It’s Friday night, and two college freshmen in the great state of Georgia are on the prowl for a new drinking hole, if not already invited to a party down the road from our dorm on campus. Kevin is usually the one to score us invites to these parties, whether it’s because he knows one of the guys on the football team or he gets lucky with one of the girls on campus and gets an invite that way. This time around, it seems he’s charmed one of the girls in the college food chain, sorority girls, and I can already tell how fun this night is going to be. I usually go to these parties and drink a little, but often I like to bring a book and read to get away from the chaos that ensues throughout the night. Kevin is not a big fan of it, which starts our conversation on its regular track.

Ready for tonight? Kevin says with a giddy smirk on his face.

As always. Let’s go have some fun and drink our hearts out, I exclaim.

Kevin spots the book in my hand as we’re on our way out of the room and stops in the doorway. For once, can you leave the books here and actually mingle? Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself, he says sternly.

I nod and put it away. Who knows? Maybe I’ll enjoy tonight.

I’m so ready to get trashed tonight. What about you, Adam? Kevin asks.

We’ll see, party animal. In the meantime, let’s try to get there in one piece.

All right, but you’d better make tonight fun!

Will do, Kevin, will do.

2

We stroll up to the sorority house around midnight. I’m not sure of the name of this sorority house because unlike the other frats and sororities on campus, this house lacks one. I’m not sure whether the guys who made this place were sleeping on the job or just forgot to add a name, but it isn’t there. On the other hand, it looks and smells like a university-grade sorority, what with the beers casually strewn out on the front lawn and the drunkenly couples dancing on the lawn leading up the steps into the threshold. Kevin and I take a moment, look at each other, and stroll up the steps to the head girl in charge—Stacey, I think her name was. Incidentally, this was the girl whom Kevin got the invitation from, and strangely enough she looks like a Bridgette or a Regina, if that makes any sense—a proper girl who found college.

Who’s this? she asks with a faint smile.

Stacey, this is my best pal Adam. He’s cool. Don’t worry, he’s not a narc, Kevin reassures her.

I think, Weird. Never had to be narc-checked before. Do I just give off that vibe?

Cool, because we don’t need the cops called like last time, she says.

How many times do I have to say I’m sorry? I didn’t know that guy would invite the entirety of the football team, and the cheerleaders alongside them, Kevin says while trying to keep a straight face.

That doesn’t excuse it. The girls nearly ripped me a new one during cleanup the next morning. So next time you have any bright ideas like that, let’s just say you’re going to get a surprise of your very own, and I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like it.

Yeah, OK, I’m so scared! Kevin says sarcastically.

I mean it, Kevin. I’ve got my eye on you, she said while looking almost too serious.

That was strange, I think. I mean, I thought that they didn’t know each other that well. But I guess even Kevin has secrets of his own.

We finally make our way into the house, and I never get tired of this feeling whenever we make our way into place. The house roars to life and almost shakes my body with the vibrations of the loud music, not to mention the bodies moving and grooving on the hardwood floor. The smells overflow me, from the drinks to the weed that the occasional stoners at the party seem to forget they brought along by mistake, to even the guys cologne who I know by the smell of it is going to strike out hard tonight. The lights are the finishing touch for this already alive night, changing from purple to red to green to blue to yellow. It’s such a great feeling to know that I’m here to be a part of something greater, even if won’t last but a few hours more.

Unbeknownst to me, while I’m losing myself to the atmosphere, Kevin drags me along to do a couple rounds of beer pong. Now, not to toot my own horn, but I’m a pretty athletic guy with the build to match, and throwing ping pong balls into red plastic cups is an easy feat for me. For the first couple rounds, I’m crushing it, making cup shots that shouldn’t even be possible, but as we go along, I’m having my fair share of losses. I don’t