Room 302

You pause for a brief moment, indecisive, but then grip the handle to 302, and open the door. As you walk in, you see a slim, athletic looking girl with a complexion the color of mocha and long, silky black hair that falls to the middle of her back. Apparently thinking you were her roommate, she does not turn at your entrance for a few moments, until she looks up from her textbook to see you standing there.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She said with the irritation plain in her voice.

“You know there aren’t supposed to be any guys on this floor, this time of day, right?” She turned to face you. Wearing a pink t-shirt, minus the sleeves, and ripped from the collar to the chest to show off a generous amount of cleavage, and just a hint of a lacy, black bra beneath. Her faded jeans are tight, and form fitted to her legs and hips. Her feet are bare, and small, well manicured with the nails painted a shiny blood red.

“Ah, I’m hiding from Cathy, and I forgot the room number of the girl I’m staying…looking for.” You say, stumbling for an alibi.

The girl is gorgeous, and you see her irratation dissolve at the mention of Cathy. Her dark brown eyes are almost black; they’re so dark.

“Ok, you can sit on Ingrid’s bed for a few minutes. But no funny stuff, okay?”

Sitting, you consider your options. Glancing about the room, you see that the raven haired girl’s side of the dorm room is the more disorderly of the two. Her bed is unmade, and the blanket and sheet lie wrapped in a bundle at the foot of the bed. On the floor, issues of Cosmopolitan, Vogue, and Elle sit scattered about. Next to them sit a grey t-shirt, navy running shorts, a white sports bra, white thong, and running shoes with the socks stuffed in them. Looking over towards the closet, you can see that it’s amply stocked with dresses, skirts, blouses and sweaters. On the floor of the closet, sits a vast array of shoes and boots of various styles and varieties. Among them, are numerous pairs of spike heels that catch your wandering eye.

“So, what’s your name?” She quizzed.

After giving your name, she replies that her name is Wanda, and that she’s had a run in with Cathy before. “So, who are you looking for?” Wanda said, as she crossed her ankles.

“Ellen. I went to high school with her, and I was coming to surprise her”

“Is Amy her roommate?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, I know Amy. Most everyone here does. I don’t know Ellen very well aside from what Amy’s told me. You know Amy? She’s a real trip. A wild girl”

As you’re about to reply, a door slams and footsteps approach the door to Wanda’s dorm. Her eyes shift to the door, and then back to you, and back again.

“Is Cathy looking for you?” she asks.

“She might be.”

“You can hide in Ingrid’s closet, if Cathy shows up. Ingrid’s got more room than I do. You seem nice enough. You and Ellen going anywhere tonight?” the brunette smiled and played with a strand of hair.

“Ingrid and I might go to the Oak or the Lagoon after dinner, you could join us if you want. There’s also supposed to be some killer parties going on off campus this weekend.” As she finishes telling you of her plans for the evening, Wanda raises up from her chair, walks over and sits beside you on the bed.

“So?” She says smiling broadly.