Xandria

The interaction with her advisor left Isabella a little nervous. She had hoped college would provide her an opportunity to no longer be constantly surrounded by overbearing people. That wish was possibly being disrupted already. She had started nervously running through different possibilities of what her roommate would be like. She didn’t really know Jenifer but the two of them seemed like they would be a decent fit. Whoever this new girl was could be anything.

Isabella’s neurotic concentration was broken by the sound of someone fiddling with the door. Then it suddenly burst open and a mess of bags spilled in. Among the spilled parcels stood a girl. She was about Isabella’s age, height, and had a similar curvy figure. That was where the similarities ended though. This new girl had an incredibly daring sense of style. While Isabella wore lose fitting clothing to cover up her body, her roommate wore clothes designed to flaunt hers. In this case she was wearing black heeled ankle boots, shiny black leather pants, and a shredded band t-shirt covered with a leather bolero jacket. Her face was framed by shoulder length purple hair which was streaked through with blues and pinks. Her face was also pierced with multiple rings through her lower lips, a ring through her left nostril, and a stud above her black painted lips.

Isabella was startled by her new roommate’s sudden entry and appearance. This girl looked intense and she didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with “bad girl” types. She was wondering if she could find her advisor and maybe switch rooms.

To her surprise when her roommate spoke her tone was warm and quite friendly. “Could you be a doll, and give me a hand with these?” Isabella moved to help her bring in the packages, without really giving a response. “Thanks a bunch. The boys on this campus are absolutely useless. I wear this lovely outfit, and I’m certain they saw me walking around struggling with all these packages. But not one offer of help. They should really understand that I’m putting on a good show with the expectation that they make an effort,” she said giving a little laugh. Isabella laughed a little too, but mostly out of nervousness. “I’m sure you know that type too, they’re all chat but no tips.” At that comment Isabella just looked confused. She thought that maybe her roommate used to be a waitress or something.

They got all the packages settled on the available bed and in the closet. With that done, her roommate extended a hand to Isabella. Her nails were glossy black and came to a sharp point. “I’m Alexandria,” She said introducing herself.

“Isabella,” Isabella replied meekly accepting the handshake.

“Ooh, I think I’ll call you Bella. Because you’re so pretty.” Alexandria said.

“Oh, ok Alexandria,” Isabella said. She had heard that line before from the boys in her high school. She never knew that they were being sincere and always assumed they were mocking her.

“Please call me Xandria,” Alexandria said. “All of my friends do, except of course for the ones that call me mistress.” The last word was laced with such a salacious tone.

Isabella didn’t really know how to respond to that. Her overall reaction to Xandria seemed to be confusion, but at least some relief. If her roommate was going to be so strange, at least she’s friendly.

Xandria began to unpack her belongings into her side of the room. Isabella just stared in awed silence as she worked. Xandria started out loading her clothes into her closet. It seemed like most of her outfits made the one she was wearing now seem almost tame. Isabella was pretty sure that she saw more corsets and catsuits than pairs of jeans or khakis. She was also pretty sure that Xandria didn’t own footwear with less than a 4” heel. “You should feel free to ask if you ever want to borrow something,” Xandria called over her shoulder.

Isabella’s cheeks turned bright red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” she stammered.

“It’s ok,” Xandria said. “You just aren’t used to so many new and exciting things. But that’s the fun part of college isn’t it.” Xandria then made a show of sliding a box labled “Toys” under her bed. “You can ask about these too, sometime.”

Isabella remained transfixed by her roommates unpacking until Xandria got to one of her last boxes. In it was a computer tower. Isabella recognized it as a high-end model. She was intrigued by computers and gaming but had limited experience. It was another one of those things that her parents felt like would become a bad influence. Despite their best efforts they never truly stifled her curiosity. “That’s a nice machine. Do you like to game on it?” Isabella asked excitedly.

“It’s pretty capable on that front, but I actually got it for the video processing capability,” Xandria said.

“So you’re like a filmmaker?” Isabella asked.

“Of sorts. I make some films, but I also do a lot of streaming.” Xandria said.

“Like on twitch?” Isabella asked.

Xandria laughed. “Not just Twitch.” Isabella picked up on her tone again but didn’t understand. “I’ll show you my channel some time. Maybe, you can even do a guest spot.”

“I’m sure nobody would want to see me,” Isabella said staring at her shoes.

Xandria crossed the room and pulled Isabella into a hug. “You are lovely, and I think my fans will be excited to meet you.” She pulled out phone and took a selfie of the two of them. “You’ll see.”

Isabella disentangled herself from the hug and excused herself from the room. She was muttering something about the library on her way out.