This choice: Miraculously we made it up in on piece. "So who's.... hungry?" I panted. • Go Back... A bodybuilder this girl was not. I could feel Amy's muscles quiver and shake beneath her sweater as she struggled to keep me steady. I couldn't really blame the poor girl. I did weigh about four hundred pounds at that point, and aside from her enormous shoulder boulders, Amy was pretty much a waif. Somehow though, we managed to get me moving; whereupon I asked the ever-important question when it comes to getting to know any of my roommates:
"So... who's hungry?"
***
Amy guided me to the Campus Life Center—this big building that apparently served lots of other functions but was, for all intents and purposes, the cafeteria. We swiped our student ID's and headed inside to a large room with plenty of round tables scattered about. It hardly measured up to Buttercombe Academy's grand freakin' dining hall, but there were a few amenities that I was familiar with, thanks to my background with a posh preparatory school.
There was a self-service station (though it looked like this one only catered to burgers, at least today) off in the corner, with a small line forming behind this one fat guy who was loading up his plate. There were three different service lines, all with different entrees. The first had the standard college-kid fare, pizza, pasta, french fries, et cetera, while the second was Mexican-themed. The third had some gross vegetarian shit, so I didn't really even pay attention to that.
"Isn't this great?" Amy said happily as she handed me a plate, "They change the menu every three days, so if you ever get tired of anything you can just live on Jasmine's or Wholly Habanero."
"The what now?" I asked, taking a small step forward in line at the first service station
"Oh, they're like two little restaurants. They're in the bottom of the Horace building."
"Sweet." I said with a small nod of affirmation, making sure to remember that I could mix up my palate a little, "Can I use my card to get in or do I actually have to pay for it?"
"Nope! You can use your card." Amy said with a big-girl step forward as the fat chick in front of us finally left the line, "You live on campus, so it should be free."
Okay, so far, not shaping up to be too bad, right? A nice cafeteria with plenty of variety. Free food from almost every angle. Plus, with all the vending machines on campus, I could conceivably spend an entire day eating without having to spend too much of my own money. Not to mention the standard pizza delivery or all the places in town there were to eat at; it would never beat Buttercombe, but I could already see myself getting comfortable at Stuffington University.
So anyway, we got our food (it took me a whole five minutes to get everything I wanted in a first course—people were so pissed!) and headed out into the dining area...
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