College Life: Freshman Year

6

Lauren's POV

If I could spend every waking moment with my Normani, I would. Ever since she asked me to be her girlfriend again, my daily life has consisted of waking up next to Normani, showering with Normani, going to breakfast with Normani, walking Normani to class, thinking about Normani in class, having lunch with Normani, Normani walking me to class, hanging out with Normani, dinner with Normani, doing homework with Normani, making out with Normani, sex with Normani, cuddling with Normani, and falling asleep with Normani.

For the two weeks that Normani and I have been a couple again, we really haven't spent time with anyone but each other. It's not that we don't want to, but six weeks were taken from us when we were broken up and we are trying to make up for lost time.

Today seemed just like any other day. We were on our way to Normani's room after a long, tiring day of class. She was looking exceptionally beautiful in her pink sweater and I couldn't wait to lay her down and kiss her.

When we walked into the room, we were shocked to see Choie and Zendaya sitting on Choie's bed. "It's intervention time, bitches," Zendaya says with a sly smile on her face.

A very enthusiastic Choie hugs Normani, "I've called Taylor and Camila, the four of us are going for mani-pedis and some shopping on Rodeo Drive like we used to before you were so whipped." My adorable Normani tries to look excited.

Zendaya rolls her eyes at Choie and turns to me, "Well, we're not that rich…or boring. But Monique, Jennifer, Sasha and I promise you a night filled with vodka and good times."

So that is how I ended up at an apartment on Strathmore Avenue instead of in Normani's dorm. Something tells me this night is going to end with me wishing I were dead.

The moment I get to Zendaya's apartment, I am greeted by Monique and Jennifer The fact that Sasha hasn't come out to say hello is leaving me feeling very uneasy. I know they have something planned. I know it. "Freshman, get in the kitchen. NOW!" Sasha shouts. Fuck.

Zendaya, Monique, and Jennifer are seniors and Sasha is a junior. As upperclassmen, they feel it is their right to haze me in some way every time I come to their apartment. It's all in fun so I'm usually not too worried. I love these girls. They're like my older, lesbian sisters and I know they're always looking out for me. The five of us have had some very interesting times together.

Zendaya leads me into the kitchen and I see a box of jet black hair dye on the table. This isn't so bad.

Sashs wraps her arms around me, "Oh, my baby dyke, I've missed you so."

"I've missed you too, Sasha."

"You're going to have to trust us with this one," Jennifer says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, Valentine's Day is tomorrow and you keep bitching about not knowing what to get Normani," Zendaya tells me.

"And face it, Lauren, she hates your blonde hair."

"And so do we," Jennifer says.

"So we came up with a solution. You're dyeing your hair black…right now," Zendaya tells me.

"Fine with me," I tell them, trying to hide my excitement.

Within an hour, Sasha dyed my hair back to its usual dark shade and cut my layers. "Look! I'm dark mysterious Lauren again!" I tell them excitedly.

"Nerd," Jennifer tells me.

Zendaya and Monique enter the room carrying two large bottles of vodka and five shot glasses. Please don't tell me it's time for Truth or Dare.