Cathy, or is it really?

“I think its Cathy, she’s the R.A. Hide in my closet, grab your clothes, quick!” Ellen whispers, opening the closet door to grab a short, fuzzy white robe and make room for you. “Hide yourself under my dirty clothes!”

Lying uncomfortably on top of Ellen’s shoes and a couple of pairs of boots, you dump a laundry basket of Ellen’s dirty clothing over the top of your naked body, and cover yourself as best you can.

“Open up, now Amy!” you hear the voice from the hallway call through the door.

Ellen closes the sliding closet door, and as best you can tell steps to the door to her dorm room. “What’s going on?” You hear Amy say sleepily.

“Cathy’s outside, she knows Scott’s here.” Ellen whispers to her roommate.

You hear the sound of the lock being turned, and the door opened slightly, followed by a loud gasp from Ellen. “Shit, you scared the hell out of me, I thought it was Cathy!” Ellen says in shock, much to the delight of the phony Cathy, who laughs.

You don’t move from your position, despite the feeling of ten or twelve pairs of shoes boring into your back. Your curious who it is, and what they and Ellen might say to each other.

“Somebody said there was a guy they’d never seen before talking to you earlier out in the parking lot, and I thought I’d see if I could catch you, or at least scare you a tiny bit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you so bad.” The girl’s voice had a slight lilting quality, as though she had a trance of an accent.

“It’s okay. You just kinda caught me off guard. And I don’t want anymore attention from Cathy, if you know what I mean.”

“Sure. Is it okay if I come? Its been a while since we talked.” From the sound of padding feet on the floor, it sounded as though the girl walked in before Ellen had a chance to say yes or no.

“What the fuck!” Amy growled in exasperation, thanks for the warning!”

“Ohhhhhhh!” the mystery girl gasped, and then quickly said in a tone filled with embarrassment “I’m so sorry you guys, I didn’t know you were making out. I didn’t realize you were still a couple.”

“Well, now you know.” Amy replied her voice still edged with anger.

“No.” Ellen said. “I mean we’re not a couple…we were just…I have…”

“Why don’t you tell her what’s going on Elle?” Amy interrupted.