Mag-log inAfter all, Jen’s classes ended. Today she feels so tired her baby hair is now standing in her scalp, but one thing remained in her during in her first period she cannot shake off the feeling of uneasiness.
Jen walks through the stairs, passing some students in the hallway giving her disgust look; some are raising their eyebrows like giving a face of ‘what the hell do you want?’ more like ‘why are you still studying here?’
Nevertheless, Jen is not looking for trouble compare to some people on her campus. She is used to this kind of treatment since her very first day here as a freshman.
She decides to head to her locker to put her books back there; she is not fond of reading academic books and hates carrying them to her dorm. That is why her grades are not doing well.
Before she stops, she heard-
“Mmm~ Darling, you know you can wait for this right? Are we taking it too fast? We are still in school, mind you. We can do more of this; Let us go somewhere private.” A lustful woman said to her man while catching her breath.
“C’mon, I know you want more. Your eyes are asking more for me and your body reacts to every touch I give to you. You know it better, I can rock your world with my mouth connecting with yours and my tongue that dances with yours.” The man said confidently with his seductive deep voice.
~Mhmmm!~
The sound of kissing can be heard and see in Jen’s position.
‘Why are they kissing in front of my fucking locker!’ Jen says speaking to her mind.
It is visible to Jen that the man pulls the woman close to him deepening the kiss they shared. His hands run to her stomach, touching her and feeling her.
Jen is shocked but it did not let her stop of walking heading to her locker. As she gets nearer, the face of the woman is identified by Jen. It is Stacie, Stacie Maurice Hamilton.
‘Damn! This fucking roommate of mine adding me some more troubles in my day’ Jen thought.
Stacie Maurice Hamilton is a popular girl in their college, the opposite of Jen Willows because of her beautiful face, curvy body and popularity it makes her easier to fling with anyone.
Who does not want to? With Stacie standing 178cm (5’10’ ft.), beautiful white skin big boobs and waist slim. Everyone loves her physically.
Jen gritted her teeth and walks towards them, It’s now or never (IDGAF!) to Jen
They hear Jen’s steps closer to them. They all stare at each other in a moment. Jen breaks the stare giving them a bitter smile. Jen shoves them away from her locker.
Stacie and the man are astonished at the act Jen pulls towards them.
Jen is unable to keep her mouth shut, she decided to speak, “Well, excuse me; I’m here for my locker, MY locker, not for these free life make out session. I have to put my books back here, so move away, but you are always welcome to find somewhere private to have more of those kisses, and Stacie see you at our dorm, roommate.”
Jen sentences are mix with sarcasm and end it with her eyes rolling.
The tall, tan man with athletic muscles in his body is Stephan Williams, the guy who makes out with Stacie is also a popular person in school. He sighs in the situation; the awkward atmosphere makes him walk away from the scene. Leaving Stacie and Jen.
Jen turns her head to Stacie, landing in Stacie’s clear blue eyes. Jen raises her right eyebrow to her.
“I am sorry for that; I mean I did not know that this is your locker. I thought it is MINE!” Stacie said to Jen that sounds angry, which is pretty obvious considering that rage face at the moment.
Jen pretends she did not hear Stacie and opens her locker, but Stacie blocks with her right hand in front of Jen’s locker.
“Do not ignore me, do not be so bitter Jen Willows, I know you are having fun watching our pleasures and I know you have been longing to do those, but sadly you are just nobody here.” Stacie continues with a lively voice and smiles at Jen.
“Anyways, I should leave you here, you disturbed us. You ruined the fun, useless piece of shit,” Stacie says, leaning to Jen’s ears and taps her left shoulder and walk away.
“What the actual fuck is this girl thinking?” Jen said angrily while clenching her hands.
She pulls her locker open with a brute force, and then a letter falls on the floor. Jen turns head from left to right and sees no one around. Jen picks the letter on the floor and puts it in her pocket.
She will read the letter she has when she gets to her dorm.
Well, in fact, she has to deal with Stacie in their dorm later.
Jens sighs.
“That witch dares to ruin my day with my Stephan, she dares to challenge me?! How could she!” Stacie shouted to herself outside on their campus.
Stacie hopes that something bad will happen to Jen. She strongly believes karmas come back around bitch! Stacie started to have this image of Jen being killed by someone or committing suicide.
She smirks in her thoughts and still stomps her way to the nearest coffee shop to give herself time to relax.
Jen’s feelings of uneasiness starting to bloom in her chest again. She hates being in a situation that makes her hopeless and clueless.
Who will give Jen a letter when everyone in there hated her guts, but Jen will be happy if this letter turns to be a love letter if not, she does not know what to do then. She is not a big fan of pranks, oh hello is there someone who wants to make fun of her?
Jen would never want to pull any joke to someone.
Since her dorm is a walking distance building to Layber’s College so it is accessible and she feels so lucky to be accepted in her dorm since they do not accept people so easily, but of all the people around. She is sharing a room with Stacie.
‘Why? Why it has to be Stacie? Ugh! Destiny playing with me! Whatever!’ Jen has those words running in her mind while walking to their room.
She pulls out the key from her bag and opens the door of her room; she turns on the light and sees no one around.
‘So she is not yet here’ Jen sighs to herself, scratching lightly her scalp.
She put her bag on her table since she takes on the left side; Stacie has the right side corner of the room but has one bathroom. Despite having yellow color in the wall, the room feels dull.
Jen jumped on her bed and lay there. It is time for her to read the mysterious letter she has in her pocket.
She glances to her right side.
‘I wonder where is she’ says Jen.
เมื่อฉันเป็นเด็กฉันรักนางฟ้าที่พิมพ์บนการ์ตูนและการ์ดอวยพร ที่บริสุทธิ์ผ้าฝ้ายปีกสีขาวเป็นสัญลักษณ์ของความงามทั้งหมดมันตกแต่งความฝันในวัยเด็กของฉัน ปีกสีขาวประดับจุดเริ่มต้นของความฝันของฉันบทความนี้เริ่มต้นด้วยการอธิบายว่าผมชอบปีกสีขาวและใช้มันเพื่อตกแต่งความฝันในวัยเด็กของฉันชนิดนี้ของการเริ่มต้นที่สามารถให้ความรู้สึกที่ชัดเจนและรวดเร็ววิธีที่ดีที่สุดที่จะเริ่มต้นการสอบ
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