Becoming a Queen of Spades

I finally arrive home after another tiring day at Uni, I knew pursuing a Master's degree in the US would be hard but the amount of work is just starting to get to me. I climb up the stairs to this kind of worn down apartment building, this place I call home. It's not the best but it's cheap enough and close to the university. I reach my floor and pass by the doors of my neighbors until I reach the one just before mine.

I'm blocked in the hallway by 2 people, a big black man and a young white blonde, he has his arm around her and he's clearly guiding her to his room, they giggle a bit and slowly make their way into the room looking a little drunk or something. The big man shoots me a glance as he walks in, and his eyes seem to linger for a bit.

It sends a few shivers down my spine as I meekly shuffle into my room, finally at home and at peace. I look at myself in the mirror as I start to undress, I unwrap my hijab to reveal my short shoulder length black hair which looks great against my white Mediterranean skin, makes me wish I would just stop caring and take off the hijab, but whatever. I take off my jacket and my way too modest shirt and finally get rid of my bra that's holding my heavy breasts, I truly hate how curvy I am. I take off my jeans revealing my annoyingly thick thighs and put on a simple shirt and some sweatpants so I can just chill in my apartment.

It's peace and quiet for me at last, as I lay down on the bed and try to relax before the sudden sound from the other side of the wall right next to my bed, a loud banging sound coming from my next door neighbor.

I'm confused what he could be doing that's causing that much noise. I try to relax but to no avail, I need to do something about this damn noise.