Amber despised this place; it was so clean and smelled of lavender. Like there was a freaking pretty boy shower around the corner and these preppy freaks had to wash their hair with expensive foreign scented crap. She swallowed sicken at the smell she knocked lightly on the door, knowing her stomach would twist at this preppy guys 'clean perfect pretty' room. But she also knew if she wanted to pass this stupid class she had to endure it.
As the girls walked by they gave her the disgusted eye that they always do, like she didn't belong there. she became angry and pounded on the door, she just wanted to get this stupid joint paper thing done and get the hell out of here. The door cracks open as Jimmy answers the door.
"Jesus, you trying to knock the door down?" Jimmy says.
"Just let me in damnit, I don't like being here." Amber replies, pushing him out of the way to get inside the room.
His room was defiantly... different than out side. It was clean per say but it wasn't what she expected. the room was completely empty it had nothing posted on the walls, no boy band posters, pictures of the boys, trophies or medals he would of won through his many preppy exploits. Most preppy guys put those things up like some great beast they bagged and wanted to show to every one, but not him. Something was defiantly different.
She threw her bag on the chair next to the table, as she turned and stared at Jimmy. Jimmy Jackson, JJ to his athletic buddies. Amber always thought it was stupid how they all abbreviated their names like they got knocked on the head too many times to remember how to spell their own names.
He was your average jock preppy ass hat. At least that's how Amber saw it. All the jocks would come by and make fun of her friends and pick on them through out the day. Even though this was college its like they still treated it like High school. He had a lean athletic build, obviously from working out, and his closet was almost always in stock with the latest from Ambcromie and AE.
"Well?" she said impatiently, wanting to just leave that second.
"Well what?" he responded confused.
"We are supposed to do that fucking joint term paper together, did you forget or something?" she snorted
"Oh yeah."
"Oh yeah~" she said mockingly "Lets just get this over with"
It was a hot late summer day, not exactly the best of days to wear all black. But still Amber stood there in her pitch black baggy hoodie which looked like it engulfed her. Her pants where barely held to her body by a black studded belt, even though you couldn't see the studded belt. The pants fell past her feet and were worn along the front and back as she walked on the heels and dragged the fronts. It didn't help that his dorm wasn't the coolest place on campus but she was defiantly sweating her ass off under all that crap.
"God, why don't you guys crank up the AC around here?!" she complained.
"Its just fine here, your just wrapped in all that clothing, why don't you take some of it off?" he said friendly like.
"Right, take it off, I see how all you guys do that stuff. First all I do is just take off my sweat shirt, all friendly like. Then next thing you know, my pants are off. And wow, just look at that, my shirt and bra!"
"No I didn't mean it li..." being cut off.
"-then like the sick fuck you are, you walk me to your bed, like a pig into the slaughter house, and you get to wet that preppy little prick of yours all night long. Yee -Hah cowboy, ride'er like ya stole her! We wake up and I roll over with a lovey dovey grin on my face and say 'I wuv you', take up your slack and finish the project all by my lonesome. Why? Because now I'm so dumbstruck and tricked into thinking that I'm in love that I let you slide and take credit. Next it's do my laundry, shine my boots, carry my books your worthless shell of a woman! Fuck That. You want credit for this; we are gunna both have to do this stupid fucking term paper." She snuffs defiantly aggravated towards the situation.
"Finished?"
"Fine, yeah I'm done ranting."
"I was gunna say, the AC is broken. Some one threw some bottles of lavender into the thing as a prank, the entire dorm smells of a pleasant lavender smell. So unless if you want to sweat your ass off, wearing that hoodie isn't a smart idea."
She grumbles to her self, realizing he is right. She slowly peals the hoodie from her body and threw it onto her bag. She wore a skin tight black tank top that exposed more of her milk white skin as it showed her upper chest neck and arms, more than she wanted to show. Her short black hair bobbed down around her neck as her bangs hanged over half of her face. One of her deep hazel eyes stared aggravatingly at him, like mad that she was giving him a free show of something he shouldn't see.
"Can we just get this fucking paper done?" She said with a mean plead in her voice.
"Alright..."
They shuffled through books, papers, and notes, trying to find the parts they needed to write a 50 page report on some guys and concepts long dead. It wasn't long before this all came to a tediously boring situation. She often stretched out herself tired from leaning over the pile of paper and the ocean of notes. She threw her arms up in the air and leaned back against the crest of the chair, her perky 36a breasts pushing out against her tank top and bra.
Jimmy often caught an eye full of her, and was very much so distracted by this gothic girl sitting opposite of him. She wasn't a 'fake pretty Barbie' like all the girls in the dorm where. The bleach blondes, big tits, and shallow minds were the basic pick of the litter of the dorm girls to date. She was very petite and thin, with a piercing through her left eyebrow. He watched her as she got up to stretch and walk around tired of such a stupid task. As she stretched out her arms, it pulled up her shirt allowing him to see her lower back, she had a very sharp near tribal artistic tattooed onto her lower back.
They soon decided to take a little break from the tedium. Jimmy stood up and walked towards the mini fridge he kept in his room, as he picked up a can of coke he looked towards her.
"Beverage?" said inquisitively.
"Let me guess, a Ruffie-smoothie." she said sarcastically.
"No, actually all I got is coca-cola. But if you want me to slip a roofie into one of these, id have to go down the hall. I'm pretty sure Johnny has something like that." he replied jokingly
"And why the hell are all your names start with 'j'? Is it like some type of preppy boy cult thing?"
