Tatiana, a Junior

“It’s Tatiana, didn’t you read the welcome email we sent? Or the post pinned on top of the Facebook group?”

“Right, maybe my head didn’t actually make it in one piece,” you joke, inwardly cursing for making a fool out of yourself in front of the long-legged Russian. Her chest rounds out her figure nicely, and you can feel her dark eyes boring into you as she stares, skeptically.

Tatiana

“Haha, very funny,” she says, the smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Follow me.”

“Gladly,” you say, grabbing your phone, wallet, and keys before you head out.

“There aren’t many people about because they’re all at dinner,” Tatiana says, pointing at all the shut doors. “Most of the freshman got stuck in doubles. I’m sure you can imagine why singles like yours were in such high demand.”

“I lived long enough in the same bunk-bed as my sister to know that I need my own space sometimes,” you say, though you have to admit, you’ll miss some of the *ahem* perks of sharing a room with your sister. Nothing physical, mind you, just the occasional sneak peek when you could manage it.

“Yes, I can’t say I ever understood the appeal of sharing a living space with somebody else,” Tatiana says. “It’s enough that I have to look after all of you lot. Well, here’s our lounge. It isn’t much to look at, but it’s home for the next year. Or, if you end up like me, the next four.”

There’s a bunch of old couches and chairs clustered around a couple tables, a large TV set on the side and two ping pong tables in the place. There’s a guy working quietly on his laptop in the corner, but there’s otherwise nobody here.

She shakes a big tub, which as you step closer to get a better look, appears to only have a couple condoms left in it. “This tub of condoms should have lasted us the year. Then the Freshman 15 challenge came along, and now the thing’s near empty. Looks like I’ll have to make a trip to the health centre soon.”

“Hey, I could stop by and pick them up for you,” you say, hoping to get into her good books. She stares at you, and you explain yourself a little more: “I mean, I have to stop by there anyway for a check-up, because of my surgery and all.”

“Well, thanks, and good luck with that. You’re going to want all the time you can get to do your work - there’s a good reason why our unofficial motto is ‘where we fuck and get fucked’. It looks to me like you’ll get much more of the latter than the former, with you being a week behind.”

“I think I’ll manage my classes just fine,” you say, making the read that Tatiana’s the bookish type. The small smile she gives you is ambiguous though - is she impressed, or mocking you? At any rate, your twin, Lisa, had texted you a couple times groaning about the homework, but you figured it was just her bitching as usual. And speak of the devil…

Lisa

“Hey Alex, why didn’t you tell me you got out the hospital?” Lisa asks, her lithe figure accentuated by her tight outfit. She slides through the lounge, and before you answer, she continues on. “Yeah don’t bother answering, I haven’t got time right now. Have cheerleader tryouts to get to.”

With that, she walks by you, and Tatiana raises an eyebrow.

“She certainly draws eyes, doesn’t she?” she asks.

How do you respond?

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