The second day of school....
Emilia stood over Lynda's body. Lynda was heavily snoring. Emilia thought of her as a Snorlax. She poked the sleeping bear who screamed tiredly. "I'm sorry to keep waking you up like this but you did ask." Lynda groaned. "You wanted to go to your study group thing?"
Lynda erected from her bed. "Yes!" Her covers fell offer revealing a somewhat professional outfit. Grey slacks, beige blouse opened at the chest, and black heels. Lynda carefully stepped out of bed and went to her desk. She quickly applied makeup.
"Well you're welcome," Emilia said walking over to her desk across the room.
"I cannot thank you enough E. Do you understand how important a study group may be?"
"Uh, nope. I don't study, tests are pretty easy to take."
"No it's not for learning, ew. It's for socialization. My older sister said it's lowkey harder to befriend someone here compared to high school cause no one is forced to be here. You don't have to settle. But a study group is fun cause you can be exclusive and still meet with randos. You should do that."
Emilia shook her head but Lynda wasn't looking. Then Emilia said, "this is your sister's advice. Didn't you tell me she's a whore?"
"And I a s p i r e to be like that. Sucks I'm still a virgin."
"Maybe. Maybe it's great to be one."
"Nope. In fact, I was just dreaming of cock down my throat." Emilia held back puke. Lynda stood hand on her hips. She looked at her legs. "I should buy fishnets. Put that in my Amazon cart." Then she turned to leave, "Don't wait up!"
On her computer, Emilia tweeted, "The American education is at least minutely harmed by the sickos who use it for hookups."
Jerry made his way to the bus stop on campus. There is one bus in the city's transport system that passes through here. Once per hour. Yesterday, the car that the boys share was getting maintenance and was now ready for pick. That's where Jerry was going now. He took a seat on the bench by the bus stop but the seat was a bit sticky so he stood up. Sun exposure will do that to ya. A group of three girls passed by. He resisted since they looked like seniors to him. He resisted talking to them to be clear. He kept scanning their body. The way their tight clothes choke on their curves, and the way their asses bounced left and right after they passed him.
"Yup, they're insane."
Jerry thought that was an inside voice. But he suddenly realized there was a man standing behind the bench. He was holding a basketball. He bounced it a few times before nodding at Jerry. This man, Walter, was dressed in a jersey and shorts. He was on his way to play basketball with his friends in town. I guess they didn't want to come to Texcoco.
"Who insane?"
"Those ladies. Well, actually, the one on the left might be the least insane."
"Oh. Sure bro. I ain't really look at them for that. We all insane a little."
Walter tossed him the ball. Jerry raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, what kind of woman do you like?" Fuck me bro, Jerry thought.
So yesterday, Ethan was gaming with his new actual roommate, Bartolomeo. Barto for short. Barto was a swarthy ass person. He had a big puffy black beard and afro. He wore a Skillet t shirt. He had a pile of chips carefully situated on his lap. When he gamed, he sat like a statue to not disturb these chips. These chips do not exist in a bag or bowl. Just plainly on his lap. A swarthy ass person, Ethan thought.
"HOO HOO another DK fair to your death. I'm gonna start three stocking you with this shit if you don't switch from Marth."
"Barto, I'm the one that's adapting. Once I release my combo, you're gonna be begging for items."
So they were playing Smash Brothers. Xiley was still hiding in Ethan's closet. Or healing I should say. Barto has met and respects Xiley which Ethan finds strange. There was a knock at Ethan's front door. He sighed as he stood up. "Barto, don't move your character a frame."
"Frames are always moving idiot, it's a video."
"I'll kill you," Ethan said. He opened the door. "I'll kill you too."
Standing there was Bree, one of three girls infatuated with Ethan. She stands at 5'8", slightly chubby and curvaceous build, and brown hair which only fell to her shoulder. She wore a sea green crop top and black tights. She held her arm up against the door frame and leaned into Ethan's face. "You'd kill whittle ole me?"
"Without hesitation."
"Wanna study?" She lowered the strap of her top.
"Too late, I'm gaming."
Then Ethan ducked as a brick flew over him. It hit Bree in the face and she fell immediately to the ground, unconscious.
Ethan and Barto looked across the room to the closet Xiley was sitting in. They had fired a catapult which sent the brick to Bree. "Ethan, don't be so nonchalant opening the door. The agents after me could be behind it."
"That requires me to believe your story," Ethan said shutting the door. Then he went over to closer the window which was only open ajar. A girl suddenly threw herself at the window. She hit the ground.
Barto swallowed a can of Monster Dew in one sip. Then he crushed the can between his teeth and spit it out at the pile of dirty clothes. "Bro come back already. We get it, you get pussy."
"Verify it wasn't an agent in disguise," Xiley demanded.
"Shut up, I hear something," Ethan said, looking at the ceiling.
The vent in the top corner of the room dropped open. A blonde headed girl popped out. "You're not talking to the others, are you?"
"I am not talking to anyone."
"I'll kill you if you do," she said.
"Kill the others and then yourself."
"Jeez Louise, Ethan," Barto said.
The girl scowled at him but then blew a kiss. A rock crashed through the window which Ethan caught. A brunette girl waved and said, "sorry, I was just kind of in the neighborhood and thought it rude to not say hi. But only out of manner's sake, this is not cause I like you."
This girl is named Claire. She has wavy brown hair, stands at 5'10", pale skin, and pronounced tits. She wore a hoodie and skirt.
"You need to leave me-"
Suddenly, the blonde girl leaped out of the vent. She flew through the air heading for the window. Ethan grabbed her and body slammed her back onto the couch. They bounced into the air and hit the floor with a thud.
This girl, Izzy, stood at 5'4" and had a thin build. There was a tattoo of a rose on her torso with the bud sitting upon her chest. She had other smaller tattoos across her body including a nose ring. She was wearing booty shorts and a Lacy shirt. She took a knife out of her bag, "en garde mi amor".
Ethan grabbed the knife and pulled it to his neck, "I'll kill myself!"
Another catapult flew past Ethan and knocked out Izzy. Claire noticed Xiley and wore a confused face. Ethan rose with the knife in hand.
"Well. Okay. Maybe I'll see you in class," Claire said. Then she dashed away.
"We weren't able to verify..." Xiley muttered.
A few minutes later, Bree and Izzy were lying unconscious outside of his dorm building. Ethan finally sat back on his seat with a heavy sigh.
"Barto...what do you think?" asked Xiley.
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I think it's quite suspicious," Barto said.
"What's suspicious? You're obviously talking about me," Ethan said.
"No...it's not suspicious," Xiley corrected, "it's hypocritical that you fought off those girls but do not believe my story about getting chased by state agents."
"Oh my God."
Barto argued, "but it IS suspicious. Every year, there's millions of single college men throughout the world. This must be due to an unequal distribution of attraction where women, bi and straight, will find one man attractive as a group."
"I just want to play the game," Ethan said.
"You are one of those vagina barons, hogging all the pussy."
"If you want one, please take it. I would never be able to repay you except with the second and third one."
"No no no. They have to be attracted so you need to get rid of their attraction for you first. Then they can attach to another guy and maybe you'll find a girl you actually like."
"Okay so you just saw me battle them and I know they are coming back since I've fought them back all week like that. So what else could I do to get rid of their attraction?"
Barto announced in great excitement, "Shid in their bed!"
"Fuck you."
Xiley then interrupted, "wait, I have...an idea..."
Ethan and Barto stared at them for let's say three minutes. "Are you gonna say something?"
"No, we'll do it off screen."
