Text Becca, see if she wants to hang out

You decide to text Becca.

**Hey, you free tonight? Want to hang out for a bit?**

Her reply is quick, like she was waiting for it.

**Becca:** Yeah, I’m bored as hell. Come to my dorm. Door’s open.

You head over and knock. Becca opens the door, still wearing her usual half-unbuttoned school blouse and short skirt. In the common area behind her, her three roommates are sprawled out, all the same goth/emo type— pale skin, heavy eyeliner, band shirts, and fishnets. Two of them are looked like a couple, cuddled up together on the couch their legs tangled.

One of the roommates spots you and smirks. “Holy shit! Becca’s brought a boy.”

Another one grins lazily. “Look at that… our punk princess actually has a guy coming over, just for her.”

Becca rolls her eyes dramatically. “Oh my god, shut the fuck up. He’s just a friend. We’re hanging out, that’s it. He’s not my boyfriend.” She says as she pushes you towards her room.

The third roommate chuckles. “Sure. That’s why you’re rushing him into your room.”

Becca’s cheeks flush slightly. “Fuck off!” She grabs your arm and practically shoves you through her bedroom door, slamming it shut behind her to the sound of her roommates laughing.

Once inside her messy room, band posters everywhere, clothes on the floor, bass guitar in the corner, she leans against the door and looks at you.

“So… you wanted to hang out, Jack?” she asks, raising an eyebrow with that familiar sarcastic smirk.

She kicks off her shoes and drops onto her bed, patting the space beside her. For the next couple of hours you both just chill. Becca forces you to listen to her favorite punk and emo playlist, playing full songs and explaining what she likes about them. She headbangs, sings along quietly, and teases you whenever you don’t seem into a track. It is relaxed and fun, she’s sarcastic, sharp, and clearly enjoying the company.

As the playlist continues, she keeps scooting closer. Eventually her thigh is pressed against yours.

Becca suddenly turns down the music and looks at you with half lidded eyes, her face close to yours.

“You know… it’s actually basically impossible to have a guy who’ll just come over and hang out like this,” she says, her voice lower and more teasing. “Most girls here would kill for some dick. And you’re in *my* room right now.”

She places a hand on your chest, slowly pushing you onto your back as she climbs over you, straddling your waist. Her short skirt rides up her thighs.

“So what do you want to do now, Jack?” she asks, grinding lightly against you. “Because I’m really not in the mood to just listen to music anymore…”

Her eyes are locked on yours, clearly ready to go much further.