This choice: some Scrawny Newbee, not much to work with here... • Go Back... “Hi, is this… rooooom 134?”
Standing opposite Hannah outside the door’s frame was a twiggish little thing, so waifish and thin that Hannah couldn’t help but wonder why she bothered knocking instead of slipping under the door. So malnourished and bland that Hannah couldn’t help but instinctively frown upon setting sights on her new roomie. Please please please let there have been a mistake?
“Uh, yeah, sure…” Hannah answered, disappointment dripping from her lips, “Come on in…”
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Total Twig.
Hannah took a moment to pause her fingers, thumbs positioned mid-stroke as she contemplated the proper words to describe her new roommate. It wasn’t very easy. She was a bright girl no doubt, a trait more or less required in her “hobby”, but she didn’t have quite the words to explain her disappointment in being assigned this… this… well, total twig.
The curvy cutie pressed SEND before letting out a disheartened sigh and tossing her phone onto the plush bed. Here she was, getting to campus a day early and everything, just to find out that she had not only been assigned a Newbee of all things—but a scrawny little thing to boot! At least give her a comfort eater, a binge eater or a bad girl! No, instead poor horny Hannah gets stuck with the Stick, a girl who it’d probably take all year to work up to an extra cup size.
It went beyond getting to know this girl as a person; Hannah couldn’t give two shits about who she was or what she wanted to do with her life. To her, it was all about results. Getting to play the artful voyeur as she watched roommate after roommate fatten themselves up, aiding and abetting their crime in whatever ways she could manage—that was the game. Her grades, her looks, the Game, and then everything else came after that. This… she didn’t even know what to make of the pathetic wimp who so steadily unpacked her stuff just a few feet away.
Her phone vibrated, Britney’s answer lighting up the touch screen. She read it quickly before responding:
Don’t know. Aubrey something, too light to weigh on my mind—She bit her lip sinfully and added—unlike a certain someone I know ;)
Hannah was never exactly discreet when it came to her sexual preferences, or much of anything. Her cut-throat personality had afforded her a lot of opportunities, if having scared off a few of the decadent princesses she so admired so much. The few that manage to stick around her were, therefore, open game to be hit on at any given point in time. Britney, her friend since Sophomore year, was long dulled to the novelty of it all.
As she tossed the phone back on her bed, butterflies tickling her stomach in anticipation of her friend’s next text, Hannah made the mistake of looking into the other suite across the room at the same time Aubrey (that was her name, right? Aubrey?) happened to look up. The two made eye contact. It took all of Hannah’s restraint not to groan audibly at the development.
Text back later. Gonna get to know Twig Girl, apparently…
“Hey.” Hannah said simply, her voice carrying through the living room and into Aubrey’s, “What’s up?”
Aubrey’s attention darted back to her roommate, still seated in the room opposite hers. It all seemed too eager for Hannah’s taste, like she was trying too hard to be nonchalant. But she too remembered a time when she was that eager to please the older, cooler, (significantly fatter) girls during her freshman year. She’d cut her some slack.
“Nothing much.” Aubrey answered quickly, “Just, uh, unpacking…”
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