PART 11

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The next day Rowan stayed on the down low. It was a chill, rainy, Saturday afternoon and everyone on campus locked themselves in their rooms. She walked to the kitchen counter to pick up her ringing phone. "Hey" she said answering it, "hi babe!" Nika said through the other line. "I'm bored and was thinking of watching this show called Gilmore girls. I've never watched it before-" "you've never watched Gilmore girls?!" Rowan screamed, interrupting the Croatian.

"Haha ya, anyways I was also thinking of running to the store to make cookies then watch it, would you like to keep me company?" She sweetly asked over the phone. "Ah yes of course! I'm always down for Gilmore girls and baking!" Rowan smiled through the phone. "Haha, sounds good, meet at my dorm in 15?" She laughed, Rowan hanging up the phone. She was close to asking if Paige was there but decided not to, she didn't want Nika to get dragged into whatever was happening between the two.

Rowan threw on some sweats and was out the door. She walked slowly down the hallway, staring at Nika and Paige's dorm door. She took a deep breath, hesitant, she lifted her arm to knock. Before her knuckles could even reach the door, it swung open, revealing a smiley Nika. "Hey queen! Ready to go?" She asked, shutting the door behind her.

They hopped in Nikas car, driving down the street to the grocery store. The two decided on grabbing ingredients for oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and caramel apples.

"Okay the box says to preheat the oven to 350" Rowan said out loud, chucking the box on the counter. Nika spun the knob, adjusting the oven heat. So far so good, no sign of Paige. Rowan was getting more comfortable now.

That is until the dorm door unlocked, swinging open. A sweaty, hot, Paige walked in, wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tight performance tee. She lifted the bottom of the shirt up, revealing her white Nike sports bra, she wiped the sweat of her forehead.

She dropped the tee back down, looking up to see the two girls. "Oh hi, didn't know you were gonna be here" Paige smiled at Rowan. Rowan gave her a look, "how was the gym?" Nika asked, pouring the mix into a bowl. "Good, completely empty" Paige said, opening the fridge.

Paige gasped, "your making chocolate chip cookies without me?! Did my invite get lost in the mail?" The blonde joked, "we didn't invite you cause we don't want you here" Rowan blurted out, not making eye contact. Nika bursted out laughing, although Rowan wasn't joking. "We just didn't think you liked to bake and watch Gilmore girls" Nika explained, cracking an egg. "What?! Of course I love to bake" Paige lied, she didn't like baking, she liked watching and then eating the results. But she wanted to spend time with Rowan.

"Name one thing you baked?" Rowan sassed, crossing her arms. Paige paused for a moment, "exactly, stop lying, i see you lie a lot." Rowan snapped. "Well Paige, if you really want to join us, you can" Nika smiled. Rowan huffed, annoyed. Paige smiled, running to the bathroom. Rowan could hear the shower turn on, a couple minutes later Paige came out with a towel on, and wet hair.

Rowan watched as Paige walked to her bedroom, keeping the door cracked open. Rowan's eyes were drawn to Paige, peeking through the door. Paige's towel suddenly dropped, back to the door, as she slid a pair of black panties on. Rowan's jaw dropped, gasping, as Paige's perfect ass revealed. "What's?" Nika asks, turning to Rowan after hearing her gasp. "Nothing! Nothing" Rowan laughed, peeling her eyes off Paige to look at Nika.

"Okay" Nika laughed putting her hands up in defense, "grab the cookie tray please" the sweet Croatian asked. Rowan nodded, reaching up to the cabinet. She then felt a body lean against hers, lightly pushing her into the counter. Paiges arm came into her view, reaching up for the pan cause Rowan couldn't reach it. "I got it!" Rowan sassed, backing away from Paige. Rowan didn't need the blondes help, instead she hopped up on the counter and grabbed the pan.

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