Alexandra's Story
Alexandra sighed. Her studies were not going as well as she had hoped. The courses in law and business theory were especially hard. One quarter had already passed, and her grades hovered between 2.1 and 3.0 for most of her assignments. She knew she needed help, but most of the class shied away from her. She knew she was not well liked for the way she had treated some of the other classmates, specifically Yolanda and that big-titted bitch Jennifer. They thought of her as a pariah for that, since Jennifer was well regarded by nearly everyone.
Ever since the three-day holiday last week, both of those girls started wearing scarves around their neck. It seemed like just another part of their wardrobe, until Alexandra saw the glint of Yolanda's collar one day in the bathroom. She wondered what that signified.
Alexandra closed her books and sat back in her beanbag chair. She sighed. Her roommate was out, probably fucking that football player she was seeing. She quickly switched to another thought, as the vision brought up mixed feelings of revulsion and curiosity.
She needed to be touched. It had been almost 5 weeks since that cute brunette in economics had made her cum with her tongue behind the economics building. It was a secret tryst place of the other lesbians on the campus, and Alexandra had unsuccessfully cruised some of them, hoping for some action. They all turned her off, however, since all they saw in her was a bitch for their own pleasure. She liked women, but she was not into the games that most dykes play with each other. She liked sex for the sex, not for the games.
She knew she needed to get at her homework again. It wasn't due until Friday, but it was now Tuesday night, and she hadn't even started on the report for it. She really pined for someone to study with. It made the work go so much better. She had seen those that grouped together, and their grades were generally much higher than hers. She wiped a tear away as she grabbed her textbook again.
The door to her room suddenly flew open. Dolly, Peaches, and Samantha, three of her "friends", and teammates on the Cheerleading squad, came strolling in.
"What'cha doin' there, Alex?" Dolly said.
"I'm studying, you ninny" Alexandra said, a little curtly.
"Studying?" Samantha sneered. "You knew we needed you at the prep rally today, and you blew us off!"
"What's going on?" Peaches said. "You're not acting yourself lately. We all see it. And you stopped picking on the slope and that Holston bitch."
Alexandra knew what she was referring to. Ever since she glimpsed the collar on Yolanda's throat, and the joyous way she sort of bounced through her day, it had made her pensive, and her thoughts wandered into that forbidden topic: the feel of a man.
"I have to get good marks on this final, Peaches," Alexandra said. "If I don't, I won't be on the squad anymore. I figured I would get good marks by STUDYING a little so that I can remain on the squad. There's more to life than pep rallies and fucking, ladies!"
The three girls sniffed, and left. Alexandra sighed again. She had been growing apart from them for the past two months. They had been a tight group, all coming from Central High school in Chicago, and they had stuck together like glue. They knew they would rule the school with their looks, and they could do anything they wanted. Recently, she had been finding their antics a little irritating. Her studies in psych 101 had taught her how to study people for intent, and her studies of her friends found that they didn't really like her, and only preferred to be with her out of notoriety. As that notoriety died down, they started drifting from each other. Now, their group was tight, and she was on the outside, only nominally a part of it.
Alexandra put the book down. Those three girls had effectively ruined any interest in getting to her homework for the night. She decided to go down to the Coffee Stop for a cappuccino, and possibly go to the Lamp Post, and cruise for a lover for some needed play time.
Alexandra got up and grabbed her sweater. It was getting cool outside, as the fall headed toward winter. She checked herself, then left.
A walk through the quad in the early evening was one of her favorite things to do. She loved the trees and flowers. She did not stay too long, for those same flowers brought back a terrible memory, now six years old, but it felt like only yesterday. She quickly left the quad and started down the path towards the gate.
She reached The Coffee Stop in minutes. The converted house was grand, and she could smell the fresh ground coffee. It smelled inviting, and she hurried to step inside to get her drink.
The moment she entered, the place hushed a little. The small tables were nearly filled, and most of the customers were students at the college. Most knew her. Alexandra ignored them, ordered her cappuccino, and went in search of a place to sit.
The mood of the people she approached was cold. Two months here, and Alexandra had gotten a reputation of a venal bitch, not even worthy of consideration. She had not cared at first; she had her friends, and they prowled the grounds for popularity. Her encounter with Yolanda and Jennifer in the bathroom on the first day had set the tone for her whole group. Now she was wiser, and regretted it.
"Oh, why did I have to listen to them?" Alexandra thought to herself, referring to the two women that had "informed" her of Jennifer and Yolanda, and of the pressure of her peer group to see for themselves and place them below the group in the freshman pecking order. She regretted succumbing to that peer pressure, and her pride and strength was not enough to break from the vicious circle of ridicule she laid on Yolanda, Jennifer, and a score of other women who didn't measure up to her. She desperately wanted to belong to SOMETHING larger than the "Beautiful People", but didn't know how. Alexandra started to quietly cry.
"Alexandra! Over here!" came a voice from the back.
Alexandra looked and spied the source of the voice. It was Sam Carver, a hall monitor in her dorm. Sitting with him was Tommy Queen, Jerry Chan, Yolanda Chu and Jennifer Holston! Alexandra hesitated.
"It's all right," Tommy called. "Come on! Take a load off!"
Alexandra shrugged and went to the table. She figured if the women were going to snipe her, she was ready for them!
Sam pulled a chair out for her as she approached. She looked him over. He was a little shorter than her, but very well built. His brown hair was wavy, and his deep blue eyes were penetrating. His smile lit up his face as she sat down.
"Not bad, for a man," Alexandra thought to herself. All of a sudden, she became self-conscious about the scar at her jawline. She brought some of her blond hair forward in an attempt to cover it.
She caught herself. "Now why am I doing that? Idiot!" She thought severely to herself.
"What's up, Alex?" Tommy asked. "Find a study buddy yet?"
Alexandra's angered surfaced. "What's that supposed to mean?" she shot at him.
Her tone of voice had always backed off others when they asked questions she didn't want to answer. This time, however, it failed miserably. Tommy cocked his head to one side. To Alexandra, his eyes looked like they held-sympathy? Or was it pity?
"I am asking, because I am currently looking for a partner for this Business Theory report coming up," Tommy said gently, "and my study buddy sort of 'fell in love' with that redhead in class, and decided to buddy with her. That leaves me without a partner. I can do it alone, as I'm sure you can, but I would rather have someone to bounce ideas off of, and get the high marks out of Professor O'Connor. He's a tough one. You know that. So, how about it?"
It sounded like a bona fide offer! Alexandra's angered drained, and she was considering. Tommy was top student in the Business Concepts course, and he had his pick of any to study with. She knew he had an eidetic memory, and was secretly in awe of it. She needed that kind of support to make it, but the fact that he was tight with Yolanda made her hesitate. She had no interest in the man THAT way, but she did not want to be in a hostile environment.
"Well, where are we studying at?" Alexandra asked.
"My room, if you don't mind," Tommy said. "I have all the business models for this report there. Professor O'Connor said we could write it on any of them, all of them, by ourselves, or submit a collaborative report with a study buddy. I would rather submit a collaborative. It gives the point/counterpoint that much more punch, and it gives the view from more angles."
"Who else will be there?"
"Just us. Jerry is gone to his study group each night."
