Talk to Madison

You head toward Madison and find her wearing pastel pink sweatpants and a white tanktop that shows off considerable, gravity-defying cleavage. She is doing dumbbell squats. Maybe that ass is natural, after all? You worry that you'll interrupt or bother her, but as her eyes turn up and she haphazardly drops the small pink dumbbells, you remember who you're dealing with.

"Like, Ohmigod. Hi, Ryan!" She rushes up to you and gives you a slight, unprompted hug. It's still enough for her large fake-looking breasts to push into you. For what it's worth, they don't feel like plastic.

"Hey," you say. "What's up?"

"It's obvious, silly," she lightly taps your arm. "I'm working out! This body doesn't just come from nowhere!"

It looks like it comes from money, you don't say. Instead, you say, "how are you liking the gym?"

"Like, it is so cool! They have so much here! I'm so happy," she grins. "Did you see my squats, Ryan? Was I doing it right?"

You nod. "I mean, yeah. It looked like you totally were."

"No, wait," she says, "Look."

She proceeds to pick up the dumbbells again and start squatting. This time, however, it's all wrong. Her squats don't go deep enough. She is holding the dumbbells off to her sides instead of bending her arms and holding them up. The sight disturbs you enough that you are compelled to correct her.

"No," you say. "Look, this is what you should do."

You grab her arms and bend them up. Then you push down lightly on her shoulders to make sure that her squats are deeper.

"Oh my god, Ryan!" She says. "That's so helpful, thank you so much!"

"But...weren't you doing it right before?" You say.

"Maybe," she shrugs. "Like maybe by accident? People get things right all the time on accident." She abruptly stops squatting and puts the dumbbells down. "How was your first week?"

"It was good...busy. There's a lot of stuff to do here, a lot of people to meet," you say. Your eyes try to avoid the line of sweat running between her breasts. Especially as she grabs the front of her tank top and starts pulling it away from her chest in order to air it out.

"Like, seriously," she says. "I'm so lucky that I have my sorority sisters. So many of them were here the year before last year, and they totally help me out."

You wonder, though, if their 'help' is anything like your 'help' with her workout routine. Does she need it, really? And why would she say that she does?

"What sorority are you in, again?" You ask.

"Phi Beta," she says. "We'll be going to the big Delta Gamma party to start off the school year. Will you be there?

{if Sigma Phi = 1}You say. "I'm actually rushing Sigma Phi. So I'd imagine probably?"

"Like, ohmigod!" She says. "Sigma Phi boys are so hot. I'm so glad that you're doing that. It's really good to be involved in Greek Life, it's all my best memories here!"

"That's what I'm hoping for, good memories," you scratch your head. "It was hard to get any of those during lockdown."{else}"I didn't know about it. But it'd be cool to go," you say.

"Oh, that's so sad," she thinks for a second. "Well, like, I could totally get you in? Like it is invite only but maybe I can talk to some of the brothers? They're so nice to me!"

I wonder why, you think sarcastically. But she is being nice. Aloud you say, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."{endif}

She jumps and claps her hands a few times, rapidly. "O-M-G, I am so excited! Well I'll hope to see you there, Ryan. And I hope that you're doing well in general. But now I have to go to the cafeteria because I, like, need to eat at specific times a day to control my calorie intake."

"Calorie intake?" You say, understanding the words but surprised they're coming from her.

"Oh, yeah, it's like...how many calories your body absorbs from food! If you want to be thinner you should eat earlier in the day due to the body's natural way of processing calories. So I try to eat in the mid afternoon if I can so that I don't end up totally starving by night. Anyway, that means I have to go! See you later Ryan!"

She runs off before you can say anything else, that ass oversized for her figure bouncing away. You consider working out now, yourself, but...has she actually drained your energy? Yes. Despite all her sweetness, she has. She just...acts so dumb. But why is the word that comes to mind acts instead of is? You consider carefully as she disappears out the door.