Allure

1- Ryon Carter

        “Here at Kaymen University we are shaping the future,” The tall, slim Caucasian man continued with his freshman and newcomer orientation speech. He had a short clean cut, and wore attractive glasses, that seemed to fit his could-be attractive face, but even the slightest bit of distance that was between he and I was deceiving.  “We provide unity as well as versatility. If you are sitting in your correct seats as we’ve asked of you, you’ll be receiving your uniforms that you’ve ordered. Please remember, you only receive what you ordered personally, your books will be handed out next week when your classes start.”

        The boxes with the uniforms were passed out on cue and impatiently I pinched the bridge of my nose to maintain my composure as I silently wished that the ceremony would come to a close. When My  box got to me I made it a point to place it in a way that would give me the least bit of trouble when trying to leave the auditorium.

        “Please do not open your boxes at this moment, as we are coming to a close. I’d like to thank all of you for your interest in furthering your education with John Kaymen, If you have any questions you may ask anyone in the room with the golden name tags, they’ll be wearing them around campus until a week after classes begin. I wish you all the best of luck with your first days. Enjoy the rest of your day everyone.” He waved to the crowd and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause in response.

        I waited for most of the crowd to disappear before attempting to exit, I took note of everything around me, only half the staff were still lined up along the side where the uniforms were passed from, all wearing white name tags, all men, and all equally spaced out. They smiled at those leaving , assisted those with directions but ultimately they stayed in position.

        I left without saying a word keeping my head down. I walked this way the entire way to my apartment dorm. I was the first in the room and haven’t met either of my two roommates and I’ve shamelessly claimed the room I figured as best.

        Unlocking the door I'm met with a the smell of cinnamon, slightly surprised i see that there are five lit candles around the room and the window is open. I call out in search of my new roommates.

        “Hey.” I was greeted by surely one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. “I’m Tristen.” She walked forward and extended her hand to Me.

        “Ryon.” I smiled back.  Four words between us and I knew she was someone I was going to get along with. I took in her style, it was different from what I was used to.

        She was some form of Asian, and something else that gave her a darker complexion. She had a septum piercing, long wavy black hair that fell just below her breasts and a grey fold over beanie that was only on half way. She wore vibrant baggy army fatigue pants that sat on her hips perfectly, a white tank top that exposed her toned stomach, Butter tims and a dark wash jean jacket. The only other jewelry visible was her long dangling navel ring that hung just below her tank top. And she wore little to no makeup apart from her eyes being lined completely and mascara that made her already bright face brighter, her eyebrows were perfectly arched, obviously she’s been to a salon recently and her nails were done, short Acrylics a solid black. She had full pink lips, a slim face and high cheek bones. She epitomized beauty there in our living room. “Are you mixed?”

        “Spin around let me see you.” She Winked and lifted my hand above my head. “I’m Korean and black” We stood almost to the exact same height, she was slightly taller with her boots. “My my, you’re cute.” She laughed, she had a low voice with slight country accent, from where I’m not sure. I blushed at her compliment, a reaction I’ve never quite had to a female before.

        “Thanks.” I smiled, “And where are you from? You’ve got an accent.”

        “Mighty inquisitive.”  She said quietly as she blew out her candles. “Belle chasse, Louisiana.”

        We spent a few hours talking and getting to know each other, she was 18, Bisexual and pulled more to females, the second of three children, like myself, and was the only girl. She ‘accidently’ played her way into college on the soccer and basketball team.

        “Honestly, I Just really like seeing girls. I mean I’ve been playing since I was young and originally it was just another way for daddy to keep me away from boys, little did he know I like them all the same.” She smiled at the memory.

        “That’s great.” I said shifting to move. “I’d hate to be rude but I’ve got to work in two hours and if I want to come home and sleep when I get off, I have to at least unpack my bed.” I stood and offered my hand and she took it.

        “No problem, Sweetheart.” She smiled. “ I need to get started too.” We both retreated to our room.

        I stood in the mirror after taking my first shower in my dorm with an hour to get to work. It was only a 15 minute drive my hair was clean and my damp curls sat neatly at my collarbone. The towel wrapped around me was comfortable and if I didn’t have to work I would stay locked in my room like this for hours. I put on a light layer of foundation that matched my medium-dark complexion, -even though my skin was bright and clear, part of me always felt it was needed-, and winged liner and mascara that made my brown eyes pop. I had a beauty mark that sat just above my lip on the right side, the only mark on my face. 

        I pulled on my uniform. White Button up shirt, short sleeved because it gets hot in the Café, black pants which were tucked into my no-slip black boots. The gold necklace around my neck vertically reading Ryon seemed to glow against my skin, I pulled back my hair  into a high pony tail. My frame was small, I had large breast, a flat stomach,  and nice size hips, my face held baby fat that surely wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

        “Tristen, I’m leaving.” I felt obligated to tell my new roommate I was leaving, she came out of her room, she now had her hair pulled up in a messy bun above her head gold hoops hang from her ears, the same tank top only now her toned arms were exposed, and grey sweatpants that were folded over and clung loosely to her full hips. She wore Nike slip on black sandals and crisp white socks. Something about her was exceptionally enticing.

          “Have a good day at work.” She smiled and locked the door as I left.