Call up Bella

You ignore him and decide to call Bella back. It rings a few times before she picks up. The imp flails in front of you for a minute, but without a reaction from you, he quickly loses interest and begins to rummage through the moving boxes strewn throughout the room.

"Hey!" The cheery voice of a girl you've known for a long time but haven't seen in a few years is on the other end of the line. "So I got bored and was looking up people in the online school directory, and I came across your name. You never told me you were going to Morehead!"

"Well," you begin, "it was a last minute decision…"

Over the course of a few minutes you explain briefly what's been going on in both of your lives, up-to and including moving in to your dorm rooms. You deliberately leave out some of the strangeness you experienced today, and emphasize the mundane library research you had been conducting for a class and unpacking in your dorm.

"Wait what number is your room?" she asks, suddenly.

You tell her L609.

"Oh, you're in Longfellow, too? Thank god!" she exclaims. Then the phone hangs up.

Damn signal, it's dropped again, you think to yourself. You begin to dial her number back when you hear a knock at the door.

You open it and see Bella, standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso. She has the same brown hair, but it's longer now, and wet, and big, beautiful doe eyes with long lashes. She grew up since you saw her last in high school - she was always kind of cute, but now she was definitely pretty.

"So the pipe to my shower broke and maintenance hasn't responded," she says. "I figured since you're just a few doors down, I could use yours!"

"Oh, sure!" you manage to mumble as she pushes you and the door, forcing her way past you. You realize the familiarity between you is strong. Even after not seeing you for years, she feels comfortable enough barging into your room unannounced, nearly naked. As she brushes up against you, you are acutely aware of how little clothing exists between her body and yours. She spins past you, small grey bag toiletry bag in hand, and darts into your bathroom. Just before the door clothes, her towel swings down and away from her body, offering you a glimpse of her bare backside and perfectly round ass. You also notice the imp, perched over the sink, waving at you as she shuts the door.

"Oh! Wait! I forgot I needed to get something out of there," you exclaim halfheartedly.

"Can it wait?" says Bella, as you hear the shower start. "I _really _need this."

You suppose it can. The strange creature, for all of its perverted proclivities, seemed to be more of a peeping Tom than an outright molester.

"Yeah, that's fine," you reply.

You realize that while the imp is in there with her, you actually have a moment to yourself to investigate the book uninterrupted. One of the first things you did was set up your computer, and the university was supposed to have decent internet access. On the other hand, your cute friend from highschool was taking a shower in your dorm. As you mull it over, the door to the bathroom pops open just a crack — almost certainly the imps work. Steam trickles out.

You could take a peek, or you could spend your time a bit more diligently.