Rhayne

Two

"The campus is so huge."

I groan, rubbing my feet. They were sore from walking for what felt like an eternity. Hours later, Sasha and I are back at my apartment. She gave me a rundown of the campus, and introduced me to new people. I met most of my professors, but I never got the chance to speak with mystery guy. Word went around that he was new, and like Sasha said, salty. He was young, but an intellectual.

"What's on your mind? I can tell something's bothering you." Sasha says, her fingers raking through her hair. She sat on my bed, staring at me patiently.

"That new teacher...it's just something about him." I say, putting my hair up slowly. He seemed ethereal, out of this world, almost too good to be true. Like an angel.

"I know right? He's so salty!" She exclaims, kicking her feet. Of course, she didn't catch my drift. She couldn't see how his blue tantalizing eyes were bewitching. No matter how much I focused my attention on something else, his eyes were all I could see.

I shuddered at the imagination of those rough hands caressing my flesh, his full lips parting to whisper my name. How could I be thinking intrusively of someone who would soon be my professor?

"Yea." I murmur, snapping out of the euphoric daydream. Sasha turns to me, a wide smile on her face. "What are you planning?" I ask, already catching onto her mischievousness. I was used to her devilish nature since we basically grew up as sisters.

"We've been invited to a homecoming party!" She squeals, showing me her phone. She jumps up and down like a happy child, her curls bouncing with her. I roll my eyes, sitting next to her tiredly.

"And let me guess, you want me to go."

"Please? It's gonna be so many cute people there! And, I know you haven't gotten laid in a while. So why not?" She asks. I ponder if I should go. I haven't gotten laid, or drunk in a while. But tomorrow I have classes, and I don't think it'd be the best idea to show up hungover. I'd need a clear mind.

Fuck it. "Fine."

Sasha squeals, jumping up and down excitedly. "Yes! Come on, let's get ready. Look your sluttiest!" She starts to rummage through my closet, looking at all my dresses and crop tops. She opts for a red dress that might as well be a shirt. With a low cut and slit on her thigh, the silky fabric hugged her waist tightly, her breasts nearly popping out as if she were Jayne Mansfield. She already had on black heels, finishing the look nicely.

"You're always wearing my clothes." I groan. "And it always stretches out at the chest!"

"Well you always stretch mines out as the hips and thighs, we're even."

I groan again, going into my closet. It's a wonder I even wore clothes like this now. Just not so long ago I was obsessed with my Hello Kitty blouses and pink skirts. Now, I'm clad in something mothers would tell their daughters to never wear. A skirt so short it might as well be a belt, and a shirt so skanty it might as well land me a job at Hooters.

I loved the way I got attention from it all. Lustful gazes from boys and compliments from women, children aspiring to be a fashion icon like me and Sasha. I loved it all. No matter what, I desired all the attention in the room.

Even his...

I snap my head out of the toxic clouds, snapping on some hoop earrings to match with my outfit.

"We look good girl! Come on, I'll drive. Remember that boy Kanen I was talking about? He's the host, and I'm hoping to get that warm welcome!" She squeals, grabbing her purse and walking out the door.

I follow after her, spraying on some perfume. It was my mom's favorite, scented of strawberries and spider lilies. Crazy combination, I know, but no matter what it was alluring. It was calming, with the way it softly drew you in and made your nerves relax. I always smelt it on her growing up. Wearing it now just made me feel all the more closer to her.