"You have an answer miss. Belladonna?" A college professor asks to a room filled with students. everyone is trying to avoid eye contact with the professor so that they won't be called on by him. Then Blake a girl with jet black hair shoots her hand up and responds.
"Yes it's the heart. The heart for some reason is most associated with the emotion and feelings of love," Blake answers. She is wearing a black sweater and dark jeans.
"Very good miss Belladonna," he says looking at his watch. "And that's all the time we have for today. The assigned readings are pages 100-150. That's due Wednesday," he says as Blake along with the rest of the class leave flooding the halls with young adults. Blake walks a little bit down the hallway.
"Hey," someone from behind her falls out. She turns around to see that it was just someone else starting a conversation with one of their friends. Blake sighs and keeps walking. She walks through a court yard and into a hallway on the other side of it. She reaches the end of that hallway and opens it. About ninety feet away is the girl's dorms. There is also desert a whole lot of desert. The whole school is surrounded by the sandy terrain of desert. There's also a very glorified hills. (Really tall hills but don't qualify as mountains.) she walks on a paved path to the dorms. She reaches the door and opens it and goes inside. There's a sign on the elevator that reads "out of order,". Blake sighs and goes to the stairway.
She walks all the way up to the eighth floor. She exits the stairwell and heads down the hallway lined with doors to dorms. She walks down until she finds dorm room 875. She pulls out her key card and slides it through the key card scanner. It blinks red. She sighs. She tries again. But still it blinks red. She tries yet again. This time it blinks green and the clink of the door unlocking goes off. She sighs with relief and opens the door. Across from her is a teeny tiny kitchen, and a door that's wide open with steam coming out of it. To her left is her side of the room. She has a cat poster, a cat pillow case, and a cat comforter. In the middle of the room is a tiny table and two chairs. And to her right is her roommates side. She has a picture of the a plant, spotted comforter, and a spotted pillow. There's a tiny dresser next to each bed. Blake's roommate walks out of the room that had steam flowing out of it naked.
"Ilia! Towel!," Blake exclaims looking away. "Oh oops," Ilia says going back into the steaming room. Ilia is a girl at Blake's age and grade level, her eyes don't match one green and the other is hazel, and long silky red hair. She walks back out with a beige towel wrapped around her.
"My bad, I thought you would be later," Ilia says walking casually over to her dresser.
"No my class ends at the same time as it always does," Blake says.
"Fair, look away I'm gonna drop my towel and quickly and make myself decent by your standards, okay?," Ilia says in a taunting tone.
"Why not take them back to the bathroom and change in there?" Blake asks running her hands through her hair distressed.
"Eh my clothes are over here and not in there, they may get wet, and our laundry hamper is on my side this week," Ilia says dropping her towel her body now fully exposed to Blake.
"Jeez! The Hell!" Blake exclaims turning away.
"Okay miss nudity is bad, it's safe," Ilia says a. moment later, throwing her towel in the laundry hamper.
"Okay," Blake says calmly. She turns around as Ilia is putting on a pair of jean shorts. After she is done with the shorts Ilia puts on a black tank top.
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Could you please bee mine?
FanfictionA modern bumblebee AU set in their time in college
