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LORRAINE WAS A VERY STINGY PERSON. What was hers, was hers and not anyone else's. She didn't like people taking her things without permission.
And by people, she meant Schmidt.
"Someone open the door!" she yelled as she banged on the door of apartment 4D.
Her apartment was 4A, which was just right down the hall.
After seconds of banging, the door flew open. Lory was meant with someone she didn't recognize. A woman.
She had brunette hair that, not to mention, looked extremely soft and bouncy which made Lory want to touch it. She also had black glasses that, in Lory's opinion, made her look way more attractive than she already was.
Lory thought the girl was one of Schmidts many hookups. Lory always hated Schmidts hookups because they were always stuck up bitches but this girl looked like she was nice and had a sweet personality.
However, the first thing the woman said to Lory didn't exactly give off that persona.
"Hi, i'm looking for-"
"Get out, you random trespassing woman!"
"Woah!" the boys said from the Kitchen. They all hurriedly made their way to the living room, Nick getting up and walking over to the two girls at the door.
Lory's mouth was left a gape as her hand flew to her heart and she held a look that showed she was offended. "Excuse you!"
Nick grabbed Jess's arm and pulled her away from the door, allowing Lory to walk in.
"Jessica, this is our neighbor from down the hallway. If your gonna be living here, you should know she walks in here everyday as if she doesn't have her own home."
Jessica didn't pay any mind to Nick. She walked over to the tv and pressed play on Dirty Dancing.
Lory rolled her eyes at her friend.
"Shut up." she said as she pushed past Nick, who was standing right in front of her. He smirked at his friends annoyance.
Lory walked over to the refrigerator in the kitchen and opened it, in search of a bottle of water. "And who allowed you guys to have a female roommate when there's a Schmidt just hanging around?" she retorted. She grabbed a water from the bottom of the fridge and slammed it shut.
Schmidt shrugged, "Don't hate the player, hate the game."
Lory scrunched her face and pointed to the jar labeled 'Douchebag Jar', "Jar, now." Schmidt groaned and dramatically stopped over to the jar and placed a dollar inside.
"Also, i know you stole my blue shirt that i bought for work and i need it back."
"i don't steal." he visibly lied. Nick scratched the back of his head, "Well-" whilst Coach said "Yes you do."
