...the long nights sleep before..

Getting through Friday night is a mess. Your up for a while trying to do homework, while Amy is over in the next roo with one of her studs squeling like a seal. At first you try ignoring it, then you attempt listening to you ipod to drown it out.

After awhile you start hearing loud pounding on the wall and muffled whimpers. "What the hell are they doing over there??" You think to yourself.

Finally you give up on your homework and decide to try and get to sleep. As you go and start getting changed into your pajamas, the door to Amys room flies open. You quickly try to cover yourself, now clad in nothing but your underwear and bra. Standing in the doorway is some big sweaty musclehead.

"Hey your room mate has a nice ass." He remarks back in the room presumably to Amy.

Amy emerges from her room standing next to him "are you kidding me, look at that nasty cellutlie on her butt and legs, its no wonder she acts like such a prude since no wants her anyway." She laughs.

You quickly cover yourself with you bath tell and shoot back "Well unlike you I'm not a total whore, I have a boyfriend and we love each other. I don't need these shallow idiots you bring over!"

Amy and her guy friend laugh some more until she blurts out "if you think that's sad you should see her nerdy boyfriend. If you think she's bad, she's even too good for him. But I'm sorry, their in "love"", they continue their laughter.

You are infuriated, but your words escape you. You can feel all the blood rushing to your face, but as Amy and her guy friend continue their verbal **** you grab your phone and storm out of the room and head down to the bathroom.

You sit on the stall for awhile and text your boyfriend to tell him you miss him. He texts you back shortly after he says he's having trouble sleeping he's so excited for tomorrow. A smile crosses your face remembering what a sweet guy he is.

You go back to your room after about an hour, and everything seems to be quiet. You creep back into your room and finish putting on your pajamas finally.

As you fall asleep that night your mind begins to wander...not to your boyfriend, but about the hot stud who was with Amy earlier. He may have been shallow, but he was very cute. His stomach was so hard, his face so nicely scuplted. Then your mind wandered back to what Amy had said earlier about her being too good for her boyfriend. You admit he wasn't really the best looking guy, but looks aren't what counts right?