Miranda’s Tuesday night out

Miranda strolled away from the second floor of the library, heading for the staircase.

She had tipped the bottle of Gatorade on Mark’s papers on purpose, hoping to spark a reaction. Walking past him, Miranda thought it was too good of an opportunity to miss. Since Mark had cheated on Tiffany, the closest female friends of Tiffany were **** to get him back any way and every chance they could.

If it wasn’t for Tiffany pleading for them not to and leave it as it was, Mark would have certainly copped it a lot more, alongside Winter.

The look that was left on Mark’s face as she left him there was one that gave Miranda such satisfaction. She left the library, noticing plenty of new freshman staring at her assets in awe. Something she had gotten used to quite frequently. Since the moment she grew tits, Miranda had eyes on her. They grew and developed so well, the perfectly round shaped orbs, quickly earning the title of “Best rack on campus”.

Miranda made it to her dorm room back at East Hall, straight away noticing Ali typing away on her laptop at the small desk they owned inside. The two had moved into a dorm together last year when they switched roommates.

“Where you been?” Ali asked, not taking her eyes of her laptop.

Miranda crashed down on her bed, laying down while taking out her phone, “Oh nowhere... Have you re-considered tonight?”

“No, sorry girl, I’ve got way too much shit to do here tonight and classes in the morning, I can’t be going to the city every Tuesday night,” she told her, taking a tiny break from her studying to sip from the green straw inside her ice coffee plastic cup.

Miranda groaned, “Urghh, Tiffany and the other girls are the same.”

“Why don’t you just chill here with me tonight? We can all just do something on Friday,” Ali then asked her.

“Meh, I’ll just have to find something on campus to do. Can’t go to the city by myself,” she said, sighing. Miranda then instantly took out her phone and started to scroll through her contacts.

‘Hmmm’ she thought, who could she text to hang out with tonight. Looking through the names on her phone, she found herself hovering back to to her ex-boyfriend... Bryce.

“Fuck it,” she said, clicking on his contact, preparing a text.