2. Piper Sawyer #2
I looked over, seeing the popular kids enter the garden from the other side of the enclosed gate, and I knew that was my cue to leave.
“Mommy, I’ll call you sometime tomorrow. I’m going to get some studying done then get some rest.”
“Okay, baby. I love you.”
“I love you more, beautiful.” We said our goodbyes, and I hurriedly stood before the in-crowd saw me here. I must have been too late because, before I could get out of the gate, I heard a female voice say, “Eww. What is that?”
I paused and looked back as the crew of eight people entered through the other side of the gate. I didn’t see the head honcho, Khalil, but his crew was in full attendance.
“It’s a possum! Run!” the porn star, Sabrina, yelled as everyone laughed.
“Nah, it’s ya street-walking mammy,” I countered, sticking up my middle finger at her.
“Oooh, you wanna talk about mothheerrs!” one of them shouted while the rest of them laughed. I didn’t give them the time to start shit with me before I hurriedly left out of the right entrance. They could talk to themselves because I refused to indulge in their ignorant, childish behavior.
I walked back to the Coretta King dorms and headed to the room I dreaded being in. I was going to find a way to get a new roommate no matter what I had to do to make it happen.
“Hey. Piper, right?” I looked up to see a pretty, chocolate girl sitting in the lounge area a few feet from my dorm room.
“Yeah?”
“Hi, I’m Braelyn Anderson. Your new roommate.”
I blinked a few times because from what I understood, Sabrina the porn star was my roomie.
“Um, you must be mistaken. I already have a roommate.”
“RA switched me out with Sabrina Murphy. She’s in the Harriet building now.”
I sized her up quickly before determining she was safe to be around. Braelyn looked sweet and approachable, but I was still apprehensive.
“Oh. Why are you sitting out here?”
“I was waiting on maintenance to finish cleaning the room and just sort of hung out here. I have OCD. If you ever come back to the dorm and find things to be neat or rearranged, please don’t bite my head off. I’m not a thief. I just like things to be in order.”
Great. From a porn star to an obsessed freak. Things just keep getting better.
“As long as you don’t take shit, be my guest.”
She smiled wide and followed me into our dorm.
When I entered, I saw she had rearranged my desk, books, and school supplies.
My luggage was neatly stacked against the wall in the corner, the mini-fridge wedged between my bed and desk, with my bed completely bare because some ho wanted to fuck on my sheets.
Braelyn’s side of the room was set up nicely with white and pink shit everywhere. She had the fluffy throw rug, pillows, comforter, laptop, mini-fridge, posters of inspiring leaders, and makeshift racks for her clothes and shoes.
“I figured I’d let you have the closet. I like to wake up and see my things in full view.
Don’t ask me why; I just do.” She giggled.
“You’re welcome to anything I have, just let me know what you want, but please make sure you put it back the way I had it.
I won’t freak out or anything, but it’d irritate me if it’s not how I had it originally.
I’m usually not this talkative, but I figured we should get better acquainted since we’ll be living together for this last year.
“I have a boyfriend named Xander, who may stop by from time to time, but there won’t be any funny business going on in here. I respect our privacy. Um, I’m twenty-two, and my major is biochemistry. I’m sort of a science freak, too. Don’t judge me.” She laughed.
“Sweet,” was all I had for her. I was tired and wanted to shower and take my ass to bed.
“What’s your major?”
“Journalism.”
“Oh, period. You love writing and stuff?”
“I do.” I took a seat on my bed to remove my shoes. I could feel Braelyn’s eyes on me and already felt like she was an intruder.
“I have an extra sheet and comforter set if you need it.”
“I’m good. I’m going to Walmart tomorrow to get me some.
” It was quiet for a moment, and I was hoping she wouldn’t keep talking to me.
I wasn’t trying to be rude, but I really didn’t have much conversation for her.
I was tired, irritable, missing home, and wasn’t for all the introductions right now.
I guess she caught the hint because she didn’t say anything further.
I gathered my belongings for my shower. I was happy that our dorm room was big enough to have our own personal bathroom and small lounge area. Our beds had a respectable amount of space so we wouldn’t feel as though we were crowding one another.
“She had them switch her dorm,” Braelyn blurted while I grabbed my essentials.
I looked over at her in confusion. “Sabrina,” she confirmed.
“I guess when you have money, and your parents own half the school, they make certain accommodations for you. She told them that you harassed her, and she felt unsafe.”
I chuckled lightly and shook my head. “Are you kidding me? I’ve never met that girl a day in my life,” I lied. I didn’t want my name attached to that cum guzzler at all. “This is my first day back. I had to walk in on her getting pounded in my fucking bed and was told to get the fuck out.”
“I believe you. Sabrina is a troublemaker. She feels like since her parents have ties here, she can do whatever she wants and not get reprimanded for it. They told me if I felt unsafe around you, they will see about getting me another roommate and offer you a chance to live off campus.”
“Are you serious?”
She nodded.
Unbe-fucking-lievable.
“That’s insane. But I’d take living off campus any day. That broad needs mental help. Her and her funky-ass crew of rich fucks.”
Braelyn giggled then started to undress.
I grabbed my caddy and clothes, then headed toward the bathroom. Before I entered, I turned to her and said, “You can tell them I threatened you and rearranged all of your stuff. Maybe then I’ll get my own space again.”
Braelyn smiled and shook her head. “Nope. You’re stuck with me and my OCD.”
“Grrr,” I growled. She guffawed as I continued to the bathroom.
Just one more year.