The Evils of Panties (Slow Updates)

Chapter 8

Sang's POV

I felt like I had just fallen asleep when I heard the door open. I almost made myself panic when I remembered that I now have roommates. I try to go back to sleep, but I hear the soft 'taps' of someone typing on a computer. I wonder what they are doing, and from the sounds of it, it only seems like two are in here. Where are the other two? It's 3 in the flipping morning. Relax Sang. They probably went exploring. Although, exploring at 3 am is kind of weird. I mean, not like we haven't done it, but they don't know the lay out! They could get in trouble! Crap! The rules! Now I'm too awake, worried about the new girls, and how I didn't cover the unspoken rules. How they didn't go over the rulebook, and now are out this late at night. I want to groan, but if I do then the others will know I'm awake, and then they might get upset. This is a mess. Why did I want roommates again? No. Bad Sang. They are nice girls. So why are they here? Well, obviously they don't mind breaking rules. See: lights out hours. I internally roll my eyes at my rant and turn over trying, and failing, to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. And now I'm bored. Bored and tired and worried. Great. It's completely quiet, except for the annoying tapping sound of a keyboard. God, I wish I had asked to turn on my music to go to bed. Anything besides this tapping! Finally the tapping stop, and the door creaks open about an hour later. Swollen doors, yet another thing to add onto the 'needs to be fixed around the crap school' list. The air shifts, and I'm guessing the other two came in. "Vic, got everything set up?" A harsh whisper says. Weird, their voices sound deeper.
"Yeah, everything is set. I didn't see many blind spots with how you sat them up."
"Good. We are set for tomorrow then. Get some rest guys, up in 2 hours."
"Doc already passed out." Doc? Must be a nickname.
"So I can see. Some guard dog." A new voice snickers. Sleep must be playing tricks on me. They almost sound, masculine, and why are they waking up so early? Oh well. Their choice. Soon, the room lapses into silence, and I fall asleep.

Waking up, I hear faint whispers. It takes a minute for me to realize it is my roommates, and I sit up and arch my back. Stretching and popping my muscles with a yawn. Rubbing my eyes, while opening them I spot Lucy and Shawna looking at me with a weird glint in their eye as I slide out of bed. Are they okay? I look to Dakota with a raised eyebrow, and she shrugs with a slight tint to her cheeks as she looks at where my top and shorts have shifted. Oh, she must be modest. I pull them down, and cover as much skin as possible with them, no problem, as I walk. Trying to be subtle with my actions. The others didn't seem to mind much, and I grab a towel and my trolley with my bathroom supplies so I can take a shower. "Morning girls." A round of 'good mornings' go around. I smile tiredly and check the time. I have little less than an hour to get to breakfast. Dang, they really did get up early. I open the door and quickly shower. Although I got over my fear of them during the first year, I still can't stand to be in them long. Brushing my teeth, and hair I realize I forgot my clothes. I shrug it off. We are all girls. Nothing they haven't seen before. I used to be modest and shy about my body around anyone before I came here. Although, over the years of seeing my old roommates walk around the room in nothing but underwear, a towel, or even an open robe (we had a discussion about that one), I've gotten over it. I've realized that it is normal for girls to change in front of each other, modesty be damned. I grabbed my stuff, and walked back into my dorm room. The feeling of the girls looking at me as I walk over to my dresser itches the back of my neck. I ignore it, and keep my mind on the task. Why would they even be looking at you? I hear a clearing of a throat, making me turn towards the girls, something I was avoiding with their eyes on me. "I, I, um, Sang, uh, what are you doing?" Dakota states with a bright flush covering her cheeks. Eyes wide as she looks me over. I give her a look, and see Victoria in much the same state.
"I'm uh changing? I left my clothes in here." I shrug and turn to the dresser to grab some underwear from my drawer.
"Uh, I'm um, with us here?" Victoria states, her pitch higher than usual. Lucy and Shawna's eyes stayed glued to me, and I squirm at all the attention. What is going on with them? I'm just getting clothes.
"Is that a problem?"
"Uh, not at all Pookie." Shawna speaks up. A glint of mischief in her eyes, as well as another emotion I'm not quite familiar with.
"Yeah, we're all girls here." Lucy pipes in, a smirk on her face. I scrunch my brows. What is up with them this morning?
"ACTUALLY!" Dakota practically yells, "I think that we need a rule." I start to undo my towel with my back facing them as I hear Victoria.
"SANG NO!"
"What?"
"Um, I'm not, uh, comfortable with uh you changing in front of me." Dakota nods in agreement, and I sigh. Leaving the towel on I tuck my panties on underneath it, and see Dakota shoot Lucy and Shawna a glare, blush still staining her cheeks.
"Well, can you turn around for me to then?" I ask. Shawna smirks and Victoria blushes, but obliges.
"Actually Sang, we are just going to head down to breakfast. We will meet you there. I think that we should have a uh no changing rule."
"If that makes you more comfortable."
"Well it doesn't make me-"
"LUCY!"
"Fine, no changing rule, you got it boss." Lucy almost pouts.
"Hours," I hear muttered from Dakota, but Shawna breathes out a "worth it", before the two are practically dragged out by Victoria and Dakota. Weird girls, wonder what was worth it. I think shaking my head, and hurry to change so I can catch up. Today was the day before classes started back. Aka final registration, and schedule day. They would hand out schedules during breakfast, and if you wanted any last minute changes you could go to the front office and request them. We had two counselors and the Headmistress that worked on the last minute changes. If you got one counselor, and she liked you, then you would get the bump up. If you got the other two, you wouldn't. It's messed up, and I think it is because they are too lazy to input it into the system, but it's the way things worked. That's why I knew, if I was one minute late to breakfast and grabbing my schedule I would not get the bump up that I would probably want. See, the process goes: you pick out classes. They allow you to take a certain number of AP, and specials, and when they feel like you can't handle the load they throw you in a different bunch of classes than you wanted. Then they hand you your crappy schedule, and you have to go argue your case to get the classes you wanted, politely so you don't get hit, and HOPEFULLY get a the original schedule you requested from the get-go. I threw on clothes and rushed down the hall and to the cafeteria, making it right on time. I walk over to see the four new girls surrounding a new teacher. Huh, wonder what they added this time? Will she last? Probably not. The new ones never do, not after seeing or hearing what happens around here. "Here is your schedule girls." Her pitch was slightly off, almost a masculine bite at the end, with a icy tone that makes you want to stand up straight and salute her. She wasn't even addressing me, and my muscles tightened with the need to obey. Maybe, she will fit in. God, I hope not. The pencil skirt hugs her panty-hose covered legs. A crisp white button up, under a matching grey blazer hugs her figure. Not even the headmistress dresses this fancy. That has to be name-brand. Her dark-brown hair is slightly waved, and she flicks it out of her face. Almost like she isn't used to it. "Thanks Ms. B." Lucy says, with a barely perceptible emphasis on the "Miss".
"Your welcome, Ms. Taylor." She says with a nod, and turns to me. Her flats making a small click, as she turns to me. "Name?"
"Um, Sang Sorenson." I say, as I look over her angular features. There is almost no softness to them, almost no femininity, and yet the only thing I can think when looking into her stormy grey eyes is perfect. She thumbs through the schedules in her hand, as she hands me a schedule.
"Here you are Miss Sorenson."
"Thank you, Miss-"
"Miss Black."
"Yes, well thank you Miss Black." She nods at me, and moves to a different student.
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A/N: WE HAVE MET MISS BLACK! And Kota has started with some ground rules. I know what a few might be thinking. Yeah yeah "They are gentlemen! Luke and Sean wouldn't of acted like that!" Okay, now don't start a riot but I have something that needs to be said-THEY ARE BOYS! TEENAGE (Yeah Sean's not technically a teenager but he might as well be sometimes) BOYS! They pull stupid crap like that. They oogle. NAME ME ONE REAL LIFE TEENAGE BOY THAT WOULD NOT STARE AT A GIRL IN A TOWEL! Exactly. SO don't criticize our character choices, it was funny. Laugh. Embarrassing stuff like this, them acting like idiotic boys, will continue to happen (or worse she sees them acting like boys). Now that I have stopped that argument from happening! What'd you guys think of this chapter? Of our lovely MS. B and the um girls oh so subtle way of handling normal girl behavior? 😉 vote and comment! Love you birds and dogs! Have a happy Sunday!