I hated her almost immediately. She was such a jerk, and she was entirely too cocky. So how had I ended up in her bed, on my back, screaming her name? It's a bit of a story.
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I walked into Boden Hall, ready to begin a new semester. I was excited about my Junior year, and couldn't wait for the semester to get underway. I got up to my room, unpacked my things, and my roommate and I left to go to lunch. I would be rooming with my best friend Tasha this year, and things were going to be great. The year was full of promise, and I intended to take full advantage.
Tasha and I got back to the dorm so that we could go to a floor meeting. It was one of those "getting to know you" type things were everyone introduces themselves and whatnot. It wasn't a highlight, but I wanted to know who would be living on our floor, so we went.
The whole time during the meeting, there was a girl staring at me. It wasn't just any stare. It was one of those "I could sop you up with a biscuit" stares. I tried to ignore her, but couldn't because I could feel her eyes on me from across the room. I looked at Tasha, who had noticed my "admirer" and was a little shocked by her brazenness. Then came the time for all of us to introduce ourselves. Her turn came up and she stood, still looking at me.
Toni: My name is Toni, but people call me T.
she said.
Toni: I'm a Senior majoring in Journalism...
She said some other stuff about herself, but I wasn't really listening to what she was saying because I was so taken aback by her audacity. She sat down, still looking straight at me. I couldn't believe it. She didn't seem to care that staring at people wasn't the polite thing to do. All the girls had noticed her staring straight at me, and I could hear a few giggles. She'd look away every now and again, but not for long, because I'd still catch her watching me with that devious look on her face. I could tell right away that she was going to be a girl that I'd have nothing to do with. It wasn't that I disliked her orientation; I'm sure she'd noticed the rainbow bracelet on my wrist. As a matter of fact, that may have encouraged her. It wasn't that I didn't think she was attractive. She was indeed my type with her pretty face and boyish charm. I loved the way she wore her baggy jeans and oversized shirt. It wasn't even that I was bothered by her staring; I thought it was a bit flattering...at first. I could just tell from the beginning that she was someone who thought they could have whatever – and whoever – they wanted. I wasn't going to give in. I couldn't deal with a woman like that. So I'd decided that I would give Miss T no play. The meeting let out, and I saw her attempting to make a move in my direction. I quickly shot her a look that said "don't follow me" and turned to walk to my room. Tasha and I got into our room, and she immediately started yapping about her.
Tasha: Oh my goodness, Janet! She was staring you down!
she said, smiling broadly
Janet: Ugh! I know. I was about to slap her ass.
I said, my disgust apparent
Tasha: What? She was cute! And she obviously thinks you are too,
I knew Tasha would like this chick, figures.
Janet: Yeah, whatever. I know her type. She thinks I'm gonna get on my back for her because she snaps her fingers. Those cocky chicks get on my last nerve.
Janet: Well. I bet she's not that bad. Just give her a chance.
Janet: I've made up my mind. 'T' gets none of 'me'.
I said, walking out of the door. Tasha and I were going to go to another friend's room to hang out a bit. Just as we were walking out of the room, I'll give you one guess who was walking by...you guessed it – T. She looked me in the eyes and said on sentence. With that sentence, she cemented my distaste for her.
