On Your List, I'm Above Average?

Since the first official day of everyone starting college, there's been talk about a girl going around collecting names of other girls to be put on a list. It is rumored that this list is being compiled for a multitude of different things, but considering it is the name of every girl in the grade she is in as well as the grade directly above that, it could be as innocent as determining who she wants to be friends with due to being socially awkward or as drastic as being a check-list of girls she wants to have or has sexual interest in. Nevertheless, Josie Chorro believes that she doesn't qualify for either of them due to the fact that the person who owns the check-list isn't a rumor. She is a woman who is perceived quite highly on the hierarchy of top bombshells that the school has to offer, and considering Josie is not only a member of the Board Game Club but the president of that specific club at her academy, she has no doubt in her mind that neither herself or the other female member of her club will be approached by this insanely popular girl for genuine friendship or a sexual endeavor unless she was actively seeking to scam the both of them. On top of this, Josie has had rather strenuous, awkward, and somewhat jarring interactions with this girl all throughout primary school, so of all people who have authority on what this list could, might, or will definitely mean is Josie herself, for it was only a few years ago that the two actually were considered friends at some point. Unfortunately, although they never could particularly say they were close, people change whilst Josie never felt like she particularly did herself. O'Delle Leberknight is the girl with such a list, and although Josie is unsure what motivated O'Delle to do something so dehumanizing to the self-perception of other women, she personally would rather not think about it as a bisexual woman herself. Men already use women enough like a number that only counts up, and even if she is quite positive that she or her friends will ever become a statistic, Josie just wants to make sure nothing harms the people she cares about. It'd be different if this kind of thing was more subtle, but the men can instinctively tell when O'Delle has a new target, for she has been dubbed The Skin Reaper. 

Yet, The Skin Reaper is inevitable. When Josie walks into the club room after helping the substitute teacher find her way to the main office to give the receptionist the attendance for the day, that unimaginably attractive woman is sitting there cross-legged helping set up the board of the club's monthly Warhammer 40k session. It is not against the rules for someone outside of the club to spectate, especially during what is determined by the club to be the club's main attraction, even though it is most definitely myself and the other female member of the club dressing up in cosplay that matches the pieces of our army, but O'Delle definitely seems like the kind of girl who facades in being excited, asks to play, joins the club for two weeks, and then leaves when she gets the money to buy some figurines and materials to play the game when in reality she just wants to mooch, so Josie is not too particularly keen on having her be here, especially if it is her best friend's turn on that list of hers. Even more interestingly, she is also dressed in costume, and although Josie will most likely find herself complimenting the way she pulls it off, it will definitely distract the other members who already find themselves distracted by looking at Josie and McKaela, the aforementioned best friend of Josie. However, since nobody is particularly paying attention to Josie herself due to either starting at McKaela and O'Delle or actively attempting to prepare for their game session, the raging bisexual takes a moment to admire the glow up O'Delle has most definitely had since the two last spoke to one another, for neither girl has even been seated in the same row of seats as of yet. Bewitching amber eyes that seem to glow a monstrous red when she cracks a smile, short silver hair that cups her angular chin immaculately enough to almost seem natural despite the fact that there is no possible way to achieve that color without sacrificing the quality of one's hair unless one uses an extensive amount of product, a short stature that makes her seem kind, bubbly, and inviting even though her figure puts a price tag on herself that even the most charismatic of people fumble when she manages to attempt a cutesy and youthful stumble or stammer, but most importantly, at least in Josie's opinion, an averagely attractive girl that knows better than most at what she wants, what she deserves, and what she is able to pull without seeming too overly vain, O'Delle's sense of style and the way she presents herself when not actively opening and closing that sultry and vile notebook of hers; it always manages to send Josie in a frenzy that makes her weak in the knees. Josie herself is quite tall so it is obvious when she visibly quivers, but even now as O'Delle helps paint last minute figures and giggles in a kiddish manner alongside the group of friends that Josie herself worked so hard to get and maintain, Josie can't help but feel intense butterflies bloating her stomach and chest whenever she imagines waking up to such a face every morning at bedside.