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Trying Not to Strangle My Roommates Book 2
Chapter 1-Sophomore Year
“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” a voice chanted in my ear.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” I groaned back, burying my face into my pillow.
“GET UP YOU LAZY BITCH WE HAVE CLASS,” they roared in my ear and I sat bolt upright, staring wildly around.
“FUCK, we DO?!” I screamed as I ran into the bathroom to shower.
“NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!” Moxie yelled as she tugged on her black one-shoulder shirt and blue jeans.
I raced into the shower, washed my hair to the best of my ability, conditioned, rinse, REPEAT!
“Fuck fuck fuck!” I cried as I hurriedly blow dried my hair, tied it up into a bun, let a few strands fall, and raced back out dressed only in a towel.
“Strip show, much?” Tony smirked from where she was adjusting the straps of her flowery summer dress.
“Why do you even bother, Tone?” I asked as I forced my fat-ass legs into my skinny jeans. I had gotten behind on my running ever since sophomore year started.
“Because I like dresses,” Tony said, twirling slightly so it fanned out around her like a ballerina tutu.
“Well it’s easier for some dude to grope your lady parts in a dress,” Moxie pointed out as she drew scary lines of black eyeliner on her eyes.
“And it could blow up in the wind and you could show everyone your underwear,” I added, slapping on some light pink lip gloss.
“Oh shut up, you two,” she scolded, but looked slightly worried as she tugged the hemline of her dress down.
“We ready?” I asked as I slipped on my “I am a bitch and I know it” tee-shirt.
“Uh huh,” Tony and Moxie said at the same time.
“Then let’s go, ladies,” I said.
I scooped Noire out of my purse – her new favorite hiding place – hoisted it onto my shoulder, along with my messenger bag filled with textbooks, and strode out of the door.
Our heels clacked ominously on the dorm stairs and I smiled happily.
“What are you so giddy about?” Moxie asked as she almost tripped over a stair.
“I get to see my incredibly sexy boyfriend, why wouldn’t I be happy? You guys are seeing yours, too,” I said, and they both brightened immediately.
As we got to the bottom of the stairs, I let out an excited squeal and ran forward.
“Elle –!” he managed to get out before I leaped onto him.
“Alex,” I whispered, bringing his head around to attack his mouth with my own.
Similar moans of “Mark” and “Tori” were coming from Moxie and Tony, where they were making out with their junior boyfriends.
As I broke away from the kiss, I smiled and led him out of the room.
“Miss me much?” he joked as he rubbed the lip gloss off of his face.
“Very,” I said, kissing his cheek excitedly.
I sighed contentedly as I looked up at my oh-so-sexy-awesome-in-bed*wink*-boyfriend who always manages to make me smile uncontrollably.
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Trying Not to Strangle My Roommates-Book 2 (Watty Awards!)
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