What is Miranda up to tonight?

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

She had tipped the bottle of Gatorade on Winter’s papers on purpose, hoping to spark a reaction. Walking past them, Miranda thought it was too good of an opportunity to miss.

She had her secrets, ones that only very few knew about. It made her a more complicated girl than you’d expect. It was something that someone like Mark was so **** to find out more.

How can the two hate each other so much? Just because they have two of the best sets of tits? It didn’t make sense to him.

The look that was left on both of their faces as she left him there was one that gave Miranda such high 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.