Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I sigh before coming to a halt in front of my door. I can already hear my suitemates giggling loudly from inside, and dread fills my stomach. Being back at school kind of sucks because I’d rather be ensconced in Brody’s arms at the moment as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Hell, I’d rather be sitting at his kitchen table, laughing while we eat dinner, or even better, trapped beneath him in his bed while he drills into me from behind, claiming me as his. Instead, I’m stuck here in this dreary dorm with its mass produced furniture and drab beige walls. What a let down.
I open the door with another resigned sigh, dragging my heavy suitcase in behind me.
“Omg, hey, Cleo!” my suitemate Katrina sings as soon as the door opens. She’s a pretty girl with dark hair and perfect make-up, as well as a tight body clad in a soft purple matching crop top and skirt. Come to think of it, Katrina looks a bit like Maddy Perez from Euphoria, without the underlying vulnerability of course.
“Great to see you,” her best friend Morgan chimes in. “We totally missed you during Christmas break!”
If Katrina is Maddy, then Morgan is Maddy’s best friend Cassie with the same blonde hair and big blue eyes. Just like on the show, she’s also clad in a matching baby blue crop top and short skirt. Where do these girls shop? Shein?
Unfortunately for me, these two girls are my suitemates, although how the housing office paired us together, I have no idea because we have nothing in common. First, they’re sorority girls with all the accoutrements including long, swishy straight hair; clear skin; and barely-there outfits. I think both of them also have eating disorders, but I can’t say for sure. It’s just that sometimes I hear retching sounds from our shared bathroom, and then one of them will appear, wiping her lips. Just saying.
But anyways, Katrina and Morgan are super popular on campus, and both cheer for Coleman U too. To be honest, I haven’t met a single guy that doesn’t drool over them or a girl that doesn’t want to be them. Yet.
“Hey,” I say with a fake smile. “How are you guys? How were your vacations?”
Making a trail to my bedroom, I try not to compare myself to the two girls, but it’s hard because they’re so stereotypically perfect whereas I’m so stereotypically imperfect. With my curly brown hair, dull brown eyes, and plump body, I’m what you would call “potato-shaped.” My thighs rub together when I walk, my butt jiggles, and my breasts are so huge I wonder if I should be nicknamed “Dolly Parton Junior.” Hell, I’m lucky if they can even fit into a DD sized bra on occasion, and trust me, that’s not a good thing.
“We’re good,” Katrina sings. “We missed you so much, Cleo!”
I stop and stare at them, midway to my room. Hell no, that’s definitely not true because we’ve never hung out socially. In fact, other than the barest of civilities in our suite, both girls generally don’t acknowledge me.
Maybe I’m just being paranoid, though. It’s a new semester so maybe we’re off to a fresh start.
“I missed you guys too!” I lie, as the two girls smile and look each other again before looking back at me. “Um…so what did you two do over break?”
They both smile again, baring their teeth like big cats at the zoo.
“What didn’t we do, I think is the question,” Katrina giggles before flipping her hair over her shoulder. “My parents were on vacay in Colorado, so I had the house all to myself. I invited a few guys over to keep me company.”
“Really?” I ask, stumped. “Do your parents know?”
Katrina rolls her eyes.
“Of course not, silly! That’s the point. But yeah, I hooked up with all four of them, and it was wonderful. Mmm, mmm. What were their names again?”
Morgan giggles.
“Who cares about their names? Which one was the best in bed?” she asks, eyes wide.
Katrina pretends to think for a moment.
“It’s definitely a tie between Tyson and Lance because Tyson’s dick was like, humongous,” she wiggles her brows. “But Lance was absolutely wild! He screwed me in my parents’ bedroom and up against the window in the living room. He even came all over the windowpane and I feel so bad for our housekeeper who had to clean all that crusted seed off the glass the next day.”
“OMG!” Morgan squeals. “You’re so bad! You go girl.”
Of course, I don’t say anything because I’m filled with pity for the housekeeper who probably didn’t even get a bonus for her trouble. My mouth falls open as I stare at Katrina with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry, Griselda has a nice salary,” Katrina says with a yawn. “But it gets even worse. Lance literally came inside of me so many times even though I told him not to, and I was, like, super pissed off at first, but it felt amazing and he apologized for it each time by eating me out. He’s really good with his tongue and I must have orgasmed so many times,” she giggles.