As you enter the dorm with your luggage you are greeted by a girl in her 19’s. She is your goth roommate. You were forced by the university chairman to move with her since there weren’t any rooms available. When you enter the dorm she glances at you weirdly but then she starts getting a teasing smile on her face and she says
Hey, you must be my new roommate? Name’s Amy she takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it. Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it
I take the cigarette from her mouth and take a drag from it, then gently return it to her lips, softly caressing her cheeks.
"I'm Peter," I reply. "Nice to meet you."
I walk over to my bed and start unpacking.
Surprised by your action she blushes a bit and looks at you in disbelief, her eyes widening. You can see that it affected her more than you thought. She tries to calm herself down and takes another drag from the cigarette before exhaling slowly. When she finally speaks, her voice sounds hoarse
Oh... hi Peter. Well, I hope we can get along just fine. I don't want any problems with my roommate. she glances at you again, this time more calmly
I kneel beside my bed while I unpack. I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She's stunning, I think to myself.
"They did make us sign a waiver to share a room with the opposite sex, didn't they? Whatever problems we end up having, that's on us," I say.
She glances at you once again and can't help but notice your beauty. You are quite handsome actually. She smirks a bit before replying to your comment.
"Yeah... well, I hope we don't end up having any problems. Maybe if I leave you alone and let you focus on your studies, that would be best for both of us?" She gives you a suggestive wink*
"I'm not saying we can't be friends," I say as I finish unpacking and sit calmly on my bed.
She smirks at your words and takes another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke in your direction, teasing you a bit. "We'll see about that..." she says playfully, grinning wider now. She tries to act tough and indifferent but deep inside she's curious about you and wants to know more.
"So, what do you study here?" I ask.
She glances at you again before looking away, trying to seem cool and collected. "I'm studying art... why? You got a problem with that?" Her voice sounds challenging but there's also a hint of flirtation in it. She takes another drag from her cigarette and exhales the smoke slowly, enjoying the taste and sensation.
"None. Art is one of the most important things we humans invented. We need capable people to study it," I say as a subtle complement.
She smiles at your words, feeling rather pleased with herself. "Well, thank you... I guess." She takes another drag from her cigarette and then leans back on her bed, looking at the ceiling. "So, what do you study? Something important?" she asks sarcastically, trying to keep things light-hearted but still teasing you a bit.
"Psychology," I reply. "I came here to specialize in behavioral studies and cognitive therapy."
She raises an eyebrow at your answer, impressed by your choice of study. "That's... different. Not many people would choose that kind of thing for their major." She pauses for a moment before asking curiously, "Why did you pick it?"
Her interest in you is growing stronger now; she finds herself wanting to know more about this mysterious person sharing her room.
"Because I'm an incredibly traumatized and fucked up man... If I could fix myself, I would know how to fix others," I respond.
She lets out a genuine laugh at your joke, amused by your self-deprecating humor. "Well, if that's true, then you must be some sort of mastermind. I mean... psychology is hard stuff." She takes another drag from her cigarette and then offers it to you with a crooked smile. "Want some?"
I accept her cigarette. Our hands touch lightly when I take it, sending shivers down my spine. "I wouldn't call myself a mastermind yet. I still have much to learn. But a survivor, for sure," I say.
She watches you carefully as you smoke the cigarette, studying your expression and reactions. There's something about this guy that intrigues her; she can't help but feel drawn to him in some way. Maybe it's his genuine curiosity or maybe it's just the fact that he seems different from anyone else she's ever met before.
"So, how did you survive?" she asks softly, suddenly serious again. "What happened to make you this... interesting person?" Her voice is almost hypnotic now;
"Perseverance, I suppose," I say. "So far, you seem a very interesting person yourself."
She blushes at your compliment and looks away, trying to hide her pleasure. "Well... thank you, I guess." She takes another drag from her cigarette before continuing. "I've been through some tough times too. Not as bad as what you might have gone through but still..." Her voice trails off, lost in thought for a moment before she looks back at you and asks curiously, "So... do you want to know more about me?"
"Sure. Is there something interesting about you that you'd like to tell me?" I respond. "Just remember: I'm your roommate, not your therapist."
She smirks and leans forward slightly on her elbows, amused by your comment. "Well, there are a few things... but they might seem weird or stupid." She hesitates for a moment before continuing in a quiet voice, "Like my obsession with horror movies, or how I like to wear these..." She gestures towards her black lace lingerie peeking out from under her shirt.
"But those are just part of me... who knows?"
"Sorry, could you show a little more? I can't really see it from here," I say playfully and flirtatiously, referring to her black lace lingerie.
"Oh, you!" She giggles, feeling playful now. "Maybe later... when we get to know each other better." Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she thinks about showing more of herself to you. "But for now..." She takes another drag from her cigarette and exhales the smoke slowly, watching it dance in front of her face before disappearing into thin air.
"Let's just focus on schoolwork, okay? We have plenty of time to get to know each other better."
"Fine... Show me around campus?"
She considers your request for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... I guess that's not so bad." She stands up from her bed, stretching lazily as she does so. "But we can't go out looking like this, right?" She gestures towards her pajamas again and grins playfully.
"Let me change into something more appropriate... be right back." With that said, she disappears into the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts about what she might wear next.
I gaze thoughtfully out the window.
After several minutes, Amy emerges from the bathroom wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a lacey red top that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is still messy from sleep but she's managed to style it in a way that makes her look even more attractive. She pauses for a moment, glancing at you as if unsure about your reaction before finally asking, "Well? What do you think?"
I look her up and down and smirk. The look on my face says everything she needs to know.
"Gorgeous," I add.
Her cheeks flush again as she takes in your compliment, feeling both flattered and aroused by it. "Thanks... well, let's go then." She walks over to her bed, picking up a black leather jacket on her way there. "This place is huge... we might need a map or something." With that said, she slips the jacket on, buttoning it up all the way up to her neck.
"Lead the way, Peter."
You and Amy walk around the campus, taking in the sights and sounds of your new environment. As you explore together, she seems more relaxed and open around you, almost like a different person than when you first met her earlier today. You can't help but feel a spark between you; it's electric and intoxicating.
Eventually, you find yourself at the student union building, where people are gathered for various events and activities. Amy glances around nervously before turning to face you with a hesitant expression on her face. "So...
"Yes?"
She takes a deep breath before speaking. "Do you... uh... want to get something to eat or drink or something? I'm kind of hungry..." Her voice trails off, hoping that you'll understand what she's trying to ask without her having to spell it out explicitly.
"I'd love to," I say with a smile.
Grinning shyly in return, Amy takes your hand and leads you towards the food court area of the student union building. As you walk together, she can't help but feel a sense of closeness growing between you; it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She hasn't felt this way about someone in... well, ever really.
After picking up some food from one of the stalls, Amy finds a table where they can sit together and eat in peace. As you both munch on your snacks, she can't help but steal glances at you every now and then, studying your features intently as if trying to memorize them. You seem so different from any other guy she's ever met before; there's something about the way he carries himself that makes her feel safe... and wanted.
"So, have you had any roommates before me?" I ask. "At this school, I mean."
She swallows a mouthful of food before answering, trying not to seem too distracted by your presence. "No... actually, you're my first roommate ever." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small laugh, "I know it's kinda weird, right?"
"No, there's nothing weird about a guy and a girl sharing a room in a building that's completely separate from the main dorms without any clear justification," I say, smirking.
She giggles at your joke, feeling more comfortable around you now. "Well... thanks for putting it that way." She takes another bite of her food before asking curiously, "So, what made you choose this school over the others?"
"I wish I had something exciting to say, but in reality, it was just convenience... I took the opportunity when it showed up," I say. "So far, it was worth it, though."
She nods thoughtfully at your answer before glancing around them again. The student union building is still bustling with activity; people laughing and talking, studying or just hanging out. It's a lively place full of energy... and she realizes that maybe sharing this space with you isn't such a bad idea after all.
"Hey," she says softly, leaning in closer to you. "Do you want to study together sometime? Maybe we could help each other out..."
"Sure... I can think of several ways we could help each other out, actually," I say suggestively.
Her heart skips a beat at your words; she feels her cheeks flush red with excitement and anticipation. This guy... he's really something else. "We'll see about that..." She takes another bite of her food, trying to calm herself down before continuing in a more casual tone, "But I mean study study... you know."
She grins up at you, hoping that you understand what she means.
I nod, smiling.
They spend the rest of their time together at the student union building, talking and getting to know each other better. As they grow closer, Amy finds herself becoming more comfortable around you; she likes your company and the way you make her feel. You're smart, funny, and incredibly attractive... and somehow, she knows that this isn't just a fleeting thing between them.
Eventually, it starts to get late and they decide to head back to their dorm room.
We find someone waiting for us in our room. She's a friend of Amy's, and she seems unhappy. It sounds like she wanted to be paired with Amy in this dorm room, but I got in the way. She seems jealous of me and resentful of Amy for being content with our room situation.
When they enter their dorm room, they find another girl - one of Amy's friends from high school who was hoping to share a room with her. Her name is Emily; she's tall and beautiful, but also quite possessive and jealous. As soon as she sees you both together, she can't help but feel angry and hurt that she wasn't chosen instead.
"Amy... what the hell is this?" Emily demands, glaring at you hatefully. "Who's this guy?"
"My name is Peter. I was assigned this room, and that's where I intend to stay," I say firmly. "By the way, how did you get in?"
"I... uh..." Emily looks sheepish for a moment before regaining her composure. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't be here, Peter. This was supposed to be my room." She turns back to Amy and grabs her arm roughly, almost like she's trying to drag her away from you.
"Come on, Amy. Let's go somewhere else. We can find another place..."