Just the dawn of a new day

BEEP BEEP BEEP. 8am. Damn, why did I have to take a 9am class this semester. The benefit of college is partying and sleeping in. But, it’s required for the major, so time to start the morning process.

Luckily Jenna has an earlier class. Jenna – the roommate from hell who is too sweet to cuss out. God, everything about Jenna pisses me off. She is basically a walking barbie doll – 5’7”, size 2 shorts, and somehow still has tits bigger than mine. Her platinum blonde hair is always perfectly styled, and the credit card from daddy is funding every single wet dream in the men’s rooms of this dorm, and probably a few of the women’s rooms as well.

But outside of her looks and fuck ton of money – is how she just treats me, like I’m a worthless waste of space, only sent here to get in her way. But – she has earlier classes every day, so mornings are better without her around. Unfortunately, she is in my 9am class, meaning my reprise from her will be short lasted.

Heading to the bathroom, the sound of the shower fills the hallway. Fuck, this is the day Brooklyn has a 9am class too. You knock on the door, “Sorry, gotta piss, can I come in real quick?”

“Sure.” Sweet girl, but a bit of a doormat. I knew she would let me come in, even with her in the shower. She is kind, but always doing stuff for others, especially Jenna. It’s getting to the point where Jenna is starting to take advantage of her, but they are both adults, and until it impacts me directly, I’m going to stay out of it.

The small dorm bathroom is bad enough, three girls and only one small bathroom. Quickly taking care of business, I can’t help but take a quick look at the girl in the shower, since the dorm does have the nicer glass shower walls, a small upgrade for the lack of space or a tub. For as much of a doormat as Brooklyn is, she is hot. Cute little frame, everything about her scream petite. Barely 5’0”, and probably not even 100lbs. Her jet black hair reaches all the way down her back. But, even with the steam from the shower fogging the glass, you can see the B cups pushing away from her chest, small on most people, but still looking massive against the rest of her body.

“Ok, thanks for letting me go, couldn’t hold it. I’m make the coffee as an apology.” Quickly leaving the bathroom before you continue to look at the showering girl.

Coffee. The nectar of the gods! At least Jenna has an addiction for it too, so the three of you have a really nice espresso machine in your room, better than some of the coffee places on campus. That is probably the best thing Jenna has done for the dorm, upgrade the stuff that she likes. The smell from the first cup was still strong in the air when the second finished. If nothing else, coffee is always a career choice.

But, the rest of the morning is easy – coffee, shower, and normal clothes for the day – a red t-shirt and jean shorts. It was a hot day, the heat rushing in the second the door opened confirmed it. But class starts in 10 minutes and it’s a 12 minute walk.

Knowing how time works, I mindlessly increased the pace, knowing that my normal speed would make me late, again. Even with the heat, the brisker speed wasn’t overpowering or tiring. If anything, it felt easier to keep up this brisk pace rather than slow down to a normal walk. In no time, the feel of the cold metal of the desk chair pressed against my ass, and I actually made it to class on time, a rare occurrence these days.

If only the day ended there. But Professor Jenninks-Smith was known for long winded lectures, and given the screen showed slide 1 of 72, this feels like another day of being talked at. If it wasn’t for attendance being 20% of the grade, the class would be empty. He gives the same tests each year, and Jenna being in this class helped in getting a copy to ‘study’ from.

“What’s that?” Jenna asks, seeing the random writing of the Changing You app open on my phone. Wait, when did I open this app?

“New app. It’s supposed to help me focus and shit. Kinda like reminders, I guess. IDK, it was a free trial, figured I’d try it out.” That explanation seemed good enough, as she didn’t say anything about picking up the app.

“Glad you aren’t lying to it at least, you have put on a couple pounds and 153 seems right.”

Yup, she’s still a bitch. Helpful, useful, but a bitch. The cost of ‘friend’-ship.