{"id":1548,"date":"2012-06-03T23:37:55","date_gmt":"2012-06-04T04:37:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theproviso.com\/?page_id=1548"},"modified":"2026-02-23T00:47:28","modified_gmt":"2026-02-23T05:47:28","slug":"oh-my-heck","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/extras\/vignettes-outtakes\/extracurricular-activities\/oh-my-heck\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh My Heck"},"content":{"rendered":"
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AUGUST 1996<\/p>\n

Eric: 18<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

OH, YEAH.<\/em><\/p>\n

The cute little brunette sat toward the front of the lecture hall, so Eric wasn\u2019t quite sure he wanted to sacrifice professorial invisibility for a chance at that<\/em>, but at this point, he couldn\u2019t afford to be picky. He was an obvious foreigner in the Land of Gorgeous Girls. This may be as close as he got to one of them.<\/p>\n

Eric slid into the seat beside her, jostling her a little to make sure she noticed him, but she was bent over her Book of Mormon with a red pencil.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi,\u201d she replied vaguely as she underlined something. Her book was her own, not the cheap little hardback he\u2019d picked up at the bookstore, as evidenced by the fact that it was leatherbound, dog-eared.<\/p>\n

Dirk, do these girls just take one look at me and know I\u2019m not a Mormon?<\/em><\/p>\n

Yes.<\/em><\/p>\n

Shit.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHeather,\u201d she murmured, still underlining shit.<\/p>\n

It\u2019d only taken him two days after moving into Deseret Towers, touring campus, buying books, exploring Provo before school started for Eric to understand he was far more than a fish out of water. He was a whale beached in the middle of the Sahara.<\/p>\n

Knox, these girls are looking at me like I\u2019m trash, but they\u2019re looking at you like you\u2019re lunch.<\/em><\/p>\n

This isn\u2019t Chouteau High, Eric. The James Dean schtick doesn\u2019t play well here.<\/em><\/p>\n

You\u2019re dressed the same way I am. Got my fucking hair cut, too.<\/em><\/p>\n

Suck it up, princess. Fact of life: A good quarter of these girls come from southern California, they\u2019re rich, and they\u2019re used to good-looking assholes.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh, gee, thanks.<\/em><\/p>\n

I said you were smart, not that you weren\u2019t an asshole.<\/em><\/p>\n

Hilliard\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Not another word, Eric. There\u2019s a reason I\u2019m leaving you here and if you have an ounce of common sense, you\u2019ll figure it out before you graduate and exploit it to its limit. And for what it\u2019s worth, I couldn\u2019t get a date in SoCal to save my life.<\/em><\/p>\n

Why the hell not?<\/em><\/p>\n

My roommate. He was crawling in girls and I kind of blended in.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh, great, so Dirk\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

Dirk\u2019s black. You\u2019ll see what that means for him.<\/em><\/p>\n

Fuck. Racist much?<\/em><\/p>\n

No, it\u2019s not racist. It\u2019s reality. Give him a week, he\u2019ll be a fucking rock star.<\/em><\/p>\n

Does he know that?<\/em><\/p>\n

Hell, yeah, he knows it. Shit, Eric, that\u2019s why he\u2019s here. It doesn\u2019t hurt he\u2019s got the pedigree, either. Born in the church, returned missionary, looking for a nice girl to take to the temple, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.<\/em><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t even know what that means, \u201ctake to the temple.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

You\u2019ll find out soon enough. Let\u2019s go get your books. Shit, I love being back here. It\u2019s like coming home.<\/em><\/p>\n

Even after \u2026 ?<\/em><\/p>\n

Even after. Nobody here knows. I\u2019m just a nice, regular Mormon guy here.<\/em><\/p>\n

But you\u2019re not Mormon.<\/em><\/p>\n

You\u2019re <\/em>never not Mormon once you have been.<\/em><\/p>\n

Yeah, so first day of classes, second class. American history. He\u2019d gotten about as close to a pretty girl as he could and she didn\u2019t seem interested in the most rudimentary conversation.<\/p>\n

Three years of this bullshit. Eric almost groaned.<\/p>\n

Stay for graduate school.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh, okay. Six years.<\/p>\n

BYU\u2019s on a trimester system. What you do is, you go year-round and shave a year off your undergrad.<\/em><\/p>\n

Eric sighed and slid down in his seat, crossed his arms over his chest, and glared down at his books, trying not to feel so very \u2026 alone<\/em>. A different alone than at home, where he was alone but known. Known and wanted. Known and feared.<\/p>\n

This was \u2026 alone and unknown. If he disappeared, no one would know. No one would care. Likely only Dirk would think to notify Knox and even then \u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric\u2019s head snapped left to see her looking at him with a sweet curiosity. \u201cEric,\u201d he said gruffly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat tribe are you from?\u201d<\/p>\n

He blinked, astonished that she\u2019d picked him out so fast. He wasn\u2019t used to looking Indian<\/em> in short hair. His mother had certainly disapproved when she\u2019d seen his haircut. You look Italian<\/em>, she\u2019d said flatly. Just like your father<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cOsage,\u201d he replied warily. \u201cHow\u2019d you know I\u2019m Indian?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m from Arizona.\u201d She said that like it should mean something to him. \u201cWhere are you from?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKansas City.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I didn\u2019t know there were reservations in Kansas.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at her, unbelieving. \u201cYou just said the three most ignorant things I\u2019ve ever heard,\u201d he said, his astonishment growing when she flushed hotly and looked down at her books. He might have arisen to go find another seat toward the back, but the lecture started and he was still unsure enough that he didn\u2019t want to risk it.<\/p>\n

The professor, a woman not much older than Eric and possibly the most beautiful woman he\u2019d ever seen, spoke passionately about \u2026 something \u2026 which he couldn\u2019t be bothered to care about since she had a nice ass and nicer tits. In his previous life, he was pretty sure he could\u2019ve had a piece of that. It wasn\u2019t as if he hadn\u2019t fucked a hot young teacher or two in his life. At the same time.<\/p>\n

Then she was talking to him.<\/p>\n

\u201c \u2026 your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEric,\u201d he said, cocking his eyebrow at her, but she didn\u2019t seem to get it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAm I mistaken in thinking you\u2019re a Lamanite?\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at her, his mind suddenly blank. What the fuck? A lame what?<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, he is,\u201d said the girl next to him. \u201cOsage.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSerious?\u201d said the professor, tilting her head at him. \u201cMissouri, Nebraska, Kansas. Tribe headquartered in Oklahoma. There\u2019s a Fort Osage in Independence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Eric drawled warily.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Osage were a brilliant people who had a sophisticated alphabet and grammar \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n

She moved away from him as she lectured to the hall about the Osage. Eric forgot about her tits and ass as he grew enraptured by her monologue, the respect in her voice as she spoke of his people and for the first time ever in his life felt pride in his heritage\u2014<\/p>\n

\u2014because someone else did.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d never known that before.<\/p>\n

\u201cA Lamanite,\u201d whispered Heather in his ear, startling him, \u201cis a Native American. That\u2019s what we call them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you later.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes narrowed at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I\u2019m sorry, okay? I don\u2019t know what I said that was ignorant, but I\u2019m sorry I hurt your feelings.\u201d<\/p>\n

Funny. He didn\u2019t know he had feelings or that they could be hurt, but she seemed so distressed that she had he didn\u2019t know if he were more flattered or confused. He couldn\u2019t decide whether to stay mad or not.<\/p>\n

No one had ever cared enough about his anger to be distressed, just afraid.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your tribal name?\u201d asked the professor, shaking his attention from Heather and back to the lecture.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have one,\u201d he said slowly, for the first time regretting that. \u201cMy name is Eric Niccol\u00f2 Cipriani.\u201d<\/p>\n

His professor stared at him. Heather stared at him. The class was silent. \u201cThat\u2019s \u2026 interesting,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m half\u2019n\u2019half,\u201d he muttered, all of a suddenly wanting that invisibility that now seemed as much friend as foe. \u201cOsage and Italian.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what a nice<\/em> combination it is,\u201d came a husky female voice from the back, which set the class to laughing. Eric\u2019s mouth twitched. Embarrassed, pleased, he glanced at Heather, but she stared down at her notes. The professor went on with her lecture as a drop of water splashed onto Heather\u2019s notes and smeared the ink. He gulped.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he whispered and nudged her with his shoulder. \u201cIt\u2019s okay. I\u2019m not mad. Wanna have lunch? My treat.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled at him shakily. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly he wanted to kiss her. Right then, in the middle of the class, to make her tears go away. It wasn\u2019t the same type of tears he\u2019d confronted before. Those were tears of girls who wanted to manipulate him or girls who hadn\u2019t understood beforehand that he was only interested in one thing. These were tears of remorse for \u201churting his feelings\u201d with a careless remark she still didn\u2019t understand why it was careless. He wanted to kiss her to let her know he meant it when he said he wasn\u2019t mad at her.<\/p>\n

It was then he made a startling discovery.<\/p>\n

He was talking to a genuinely nice girl.<\/p>\n

And he liked it.<\/p>\n

After class, they started out toward \u201cthe Wilk\u201d\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cStudent union,\u201d Knox had told him on his tour, explaining what college life was about because Eric had no frame of reference for college whatsoever, except what happened in a frat house on the weekends.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, so what did I say wrong?\u201d she asked after a tense silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Eric replied, trying to make his voice as nice as possible, because she would probably cry if he used his normal level of sarcasm. \u201cFirst you assumed I come from a reservation. I don\u2019t. I come from a trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks, yeah, but not a reservation.\u201d<\/p>\n

She took a deep breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cSecond, you assumed Kansas City\u2019s in Kansas. Which it is<\/em>, but the Kansas City in Missouri\u2019s four times bigger.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at him sharply. \u201cThere\u2019s a Kansas City in Missouri?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Third, you assumed there weren\u2019t any American Indians east of the Rockies. And I don\u2019t know what being from Arizona has to do with anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLots of Native Americans where I live. Navajo. Apache.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh. Right.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not \u2026 all that interested in your people, are you?\u201d she asked hesitantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m just a non-Mormon punk kid way out of my league here,\u201d he said bluntly, more confused by the fact that that had come out of his mouth than concerned that he might have revealed more than he wanted to to this girl he didn\u2019t know. \u201cI didn\u2019t even know what Mormons were until last year.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen how did you get here?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged. \u201cLong story. Don\u2019t wanna tell it. I just \u2026 need a little help.\u201d Admitting that <\/em>killed him for sure.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll help you,\u201d she said, a new brightness in her voice he liked. It wasn\u2019t like the cheerleader\/rodeo queen brightness Annie faked when she was \u201con.\u201d It was sincere. Genuinely happy for no reason he could ascertain.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d he finally said. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you want to help me?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged. \u201cI think you\u2019re nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nice.<\/em> That was a new one. Annie would laugh her ass off. \u201cI\u2019m not a nice guy,\u201d he said flatly. \u201cReally.\u201d<\/p>\n

It occurred to him he probably should\u2019ve told Annie where he was going before he took off. He made a note to write her a nice letter. If he could remember her address.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? You don\u2019t know what I\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn Kansas City.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. So?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re here so that means you\u2019re wanting to make a new start. Do something different, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m here \u2019cause if I wanted to go to college, this was my only option.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped. He stopped. \u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d She looked up at him, awaiting an explanation, and he thought he could lose himself in those clear brown eyes of hers. He looked at her full lips and licked his lower lip. He bent and\u2014<\/p>\n

\u2014missed.<\/p>\n

She ducked out from under him and said, \u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric stared at her as if she\u2019d lost her mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t work that way here,\u201d she murmured, walking backward, tugging him with nothing but the power of her potential companionship.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you said I was nice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe you to be. Somewhere in there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh, so she did<\/em> get it. He wondered how long it would take to break down her walls. A week. Maybe two.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to be your friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

He felt his face contorting in utter confusion. \u201cMy friend<\/em>?\u201d he echoed. \u201cWhat the hell does that<\/em> mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease don\u2019t swear at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said h-e-double toothpicks.\u201d<\/p>\n

His mouth dropped open.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t swear.\u201d<\/p>\n

What the fuck? Hilliard swore like a sailor and he was a Mormon. Or almost. If they hadn\u2019t kicked him out.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, I<\/em> don\u2019t swear and I don\u2019t want to hear it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Eric sucked up a deep breath, but how could he refuse this girl anything? She was unlike any girl he\u2019d ever met, ever known. \u201cOkay,\u201d he said on a breath.<\/p>\n

So they got their food and Eric flipped out the credit card Knox had given him\u2014 Your room and board is paid. Two-fifty a month ought to keep you in fun money and anything you might need for school if you\u2019re careful. Call me if you need more.<\/em><\/p>\n

This was his first purchase with it and he felt guilty about it. He\u2019d already determined to be as frugal as possible, but buying a nice girl lunch didn\u2019t seem like such a stretch.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d she said, and led the way to a table out of the way. He carried their shared tray and sat across from her. \u201cSo \u2026 how did a guy like you get here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Strangely, he wasn\u2019t eager to share anything about his life east of here, didn\u2019t want to bring it here and taint his environment with it. It was bad enough his roommate knew, but he\u2019d keep his mouth shut. However annoying Dirk got, Eric trusted him implicitly. With Dirk he could sound off without explaining crap he didn\u2019t want to explain. Dirk knew the history and understood the nuances.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm \u2026 Well, the, uh, prosecutor in my county. Back home,\u201d he said, wondering how much he wanted to tell her so she\u2019d have some frame of reference for his foreignness. \u201cHe made me a deal. Said he\u2019d put me through school if I went here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Why? Well, he didn\u2019t know, really. Hilliard had no sexual interest in him, but Dirk said Knox had paid for half his mission.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy roommate says he collects people,\u201d Eric said. \u201cLike projects. I don\u2019t \u2026 get it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh! Like Henry Higgins and Eliza Doolittle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have no idea who that is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy Fair Lady<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind. That\u2019s awfully nice of him. The, uh, prosecutor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I got a record,\u201d he muttered, bending down to dig into his enormous salad. Salad bars. That\u2019s what he\u2019d really love about being here. Every day in his dorm cafeteria, a salad bar. \u201cPossession. Intent to sell. Larceny. I\u2019ve boosted everything from cigarettes to cars. You name it, I\u2019ve probably done it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at his food, awaiting her condemnation, but instead, she picked up his tightly clenched fist in both of her hands and began to unclench it, finger by finger.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf the prosecutor sent you here and is paying your way,\u201d she said softly, \u201cthen he must believe in you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t let what that girl did for you be in vain.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cUm \u2026 \u201d Shit. What was this<\/em> in his throat? Little Vanessa Whittaker\u2019s hurt-filled turquoise eyes flashed across his mind. \u201cYeah,\u201d he whispered. \u201cI guess he does.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you got in, so you must have done something right. Do you know how hard it is to get into BYU?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKnox\u2014 Uh, the prosecutor\u2014 Knox said it was because I\u2019m Osage.\u201d<\/p>\n

She tsked. \u201cYou have to have really good grades to get in here and if you didn\u2019t, it wouldn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked up at her. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t he tell you that part?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Eric said slowly. \u201cI guess he did. I just kind of forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid it offend you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, yeah. It had, but he was grateful enough that he\u2019d kept his mouth shut, especially since Knox hadn\u2019t mentioned it again and had instead stressed his grades. He\u2019d even taken the time out to tutor him in his suddenly vastly accelerated curriculum when and where he could\u2014usually at the feed store after hours.<\/p>\n

He shrugged. \u201cKind of.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do you have next?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPolitical science,\u201d he answered immediately, so glad to get out of that conversational quagmire.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? Me too.\u201d<\/p>\n

They sat and chatted amiably for the next hour while they ate and for the first time, Eric felt relaxed in a girl\u2019s presence. He wasn\u2019t sure why, but at the moment, he didn\u2019t care. He was enjoying himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Time to go,\u201d Heather said after looking at her watch. She led him through the \u201cthe Wilk,\u201d the basement of which housed a bowling alley, a billiards room, and\u2014the most foreign thing of all here\u2014a ski shop.<\/p>\n

Yo, Knox, what the fuck is that on top of all the cars?<\/em><\/p>\n

Ski racks.<\/em><\/p>\n

What?<\/em><\/p>\n

My advice? Take a PE class or two and learn how to ski. Almost as fun as surfing. Go up the canyon to Sundance after the first good powder falls.<\/em><\/p>\n

All the opportunities, the horizon that had suddenly opened up to him and poured down life\u2019s possibilities on him\u2014it was overwhelming and frightening and thrilling, all at the same time.<\/p>\n

Across the street to the Clark building \u2026 \u201cThe law school,\u201d Heather said.<\/p>\n

Law school, where Knox had said he\u2019d spent most of three years, and Dirk intended to spend three of his years.<\/p>\n

A tiny grain of a hope took shape as he held the door open for Heather, but Eric shook it off.<\/p>\n

No way.<\/p>\n

Not possible, not for a loser like him.<\/p>\n

But he sat in a lecture hall as staid as the courtroom in which Hilliard had arraigned, tried, and dismissed the charges against him and listened to the lecture.<\/p>\n

\u201c \u2026 theory, anybody<\/em> can be the president of the United States, natural-born US citizen over the age of thirty-five \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n

Eric looked down at the open book in front of him, the syllabus, and the tidy collection of highlighters nesting in the crease, wondering just how theoretical that was.<\/p>\n

Here he wasn\u2019t a loser.<\/p>\n

He was a blank slate.<\/p>\n

He could have told Heather any lie he wanted about who he was and she would\u2019ve believed him; he\u2019d told her the truth simply because she\u2019d caught him off guard and he never thought about fabricating a new identity.<\/p>\n

She laid a gentle hand on his arm and he looked sharply to his right to find her staring at him intently. \u201cYou can be anything you want,\u201d she whispered intently, as if trying to impart some great wisdom.<\/p>\n

As if she\u2019d read his mind.<\/p>\n

Eric gulped, stared at her, not really wanting to believe it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll help you.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this point, he could do nothing but go along for the ride and trust this girl knew what she was letting herself in for, because he sure as shit didn’t. \u201cOkay.\u201d He paused. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

★<\/p>\n

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