Go check Sissy's room

As you think, the phone downstairs starts to ring.

You need to prioritize Sissy.

You ignore the ringing phone and head to Sissy’s room, making your way through the quiet house and turning on lights as you go. It’s not dark yet, but nobody’s around, and nobody but you thinks to do this.

You knock on Sissy’s door. She’s not your neighbor, and CCL House is almost big enough to have its own neighborhoods. She’s over here with a couple of pledges, and a couple of CCL’s most notorious party girls. The smell of weed hangs around this corridor, which bugs you. It might not be illegal to be gay outside the town, but weed is still very illegal.

You aren’t about to come out against weed… that would not be very CCL of you, and no one is more CCL than you… but you also need to be discreet about it. Bringing legal trouble to the sisterhood is no good. Once you’re in charge… you will deal with this.

For now, you knock.

Sissy doesn’t answer. You lean closer to the door. “Sissy?” you say.

She doesn’t reply. You press your ear to the door, and it’s clear that nobody’s in there. The house is quiet enough that you can hear a pin drop right now.

Well, well. Either Sissy came and went while you were flirting with Kris, or Sissy hasn’t come home yet. Does it matter? No. Either way, you’re taking a look. You get out your library card, and in a second you’re in there, closing the door behind you and turning on her light. You straighten your glasses and put your hands on your hips, examining the room.

It’s not your first time here.

Sissy has a bed, dresser, desk, and closet. It’s a basic CCL room. She has a sweet window: it’s tall with fancy drapes. And she’s one of the lucky ones with a phone in her room, but… phones have limited usefulness in this house when you’re all sharing one line.

The room smells like perfume, and Sissy isn’t too messy, although a bra hangs on the back of her desk chair, and something underwear and pajamas decorate the floor.

Sissy? Having an affair with Professor Austen? You give that some serious thought.

You know that Sissy has fooled around with at least one other CCL girl.

Then there’s you, of course. You are the one who brought Sissy to CCL. You spotted her in an English class, noticing how bad she was at it. She was a cheerleader. You helped her study and improve her grades, and eventually told her about CCL. Along the way you might have gone home with her one night and brought her off a few times with your fingers between the sheets, kissing her as you made her scream and writhe.

And then there’d been that one time, here at the house. She’d come to you just a few weeks ago, obviously troubled by something, and a little drunk on beer. You’d figured that it was just the pressures of school and cheerleading, and taken her to bed. After a little fun, you’d gone to sleep with her naked and content in your arms, thinking that you had taken care of things.

But had you? Maybe she’d wanted to tell you something.

You check her dresser finding almost nothing in terms of sexy underwear. She has normal undergarments. That suggests that she was not in any kind of official relationship.

But an affair with a teacher would not be official… You hold up a pair of her ordinary, white panties, remembering your time with her. The feel of her body, the sensation of her tongue in your mouth, and the taste of her.

You aren’t sure what to think.

There’s no convenient diary in the desk drawer.

You jump and almost let out a little scream as you hear a tap at the window. Puzzled, you go over and part the curtains, finding… Roxy outside.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, unlatching the window and opening it.

Roxy grins at you. “Miss me?”

You lean out and look either way. There’s no balcony or rooftop. Roxy has done some serious climbing here. She must have been looking for you. From the way her arms are quivering… she’s been looking for a while.

“You couldn’t even wait until dark?” you ask her.

She smirks at you. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

You laugh, then catch yourself. You need to be quiet. You grab her arm and help her climb inside. She brushes off her rugged, punk leather outfit.

“Nice place,” she says, looking around at Sissy’s room.

“This isn’t my room,” you tell her.

That surprises her. Roxy raises her eyebrows. “Then what are you doing in here?” she asks.

You have to make a choice.

Answer truthfully as Jenny?

Or answer as a CCL girl?