The following Friday night, Kelsie briskly made her way, alone, back to Howard Hall from the Perion University Library.
Ostensibly, she had been working on a paper for her Introduction to Psychology course that was due the following week. In truth, though, Kelsie had just found a quiet cubby in the massive library and simply hid out.
On Fridays, Howard could become a rowdy place. Every hallway flooded with people; even if Kelsie remained within her room, there was no real way to keep the whole scene from occasionally spilling through the door--particularly with how social Alexia was. Kelsie preferred to decamp to the library and ride the whole thing out...often until as late as midnight.
Now, in her blue-and-gold-checkered Perion pajama pants, her treasured gold hoodie, and her canvas gym shoes, Kelsie hustled through chilly conditions that she was a touch under-dressed for. As she approached Howard, she dared to dream--as she always did at this exact moment of this weekly trip--that she would somehow bump into Chris Weathers.
Kelsie knew that this was a foolhardy notion. Chris didn't leave his room unless he was headed to practice, class, a workout, or a game. He was practically as much of a shut-in as Kelsie was: Rumor had it that even Cooper Deering, despite all of her very-public visits, had not been able to lure Chris out to a single social engagement.
This knowledge, sadly, only made Kelsie desire Chris even more. Despite everything that she had endured, she had never been able to shake the feeling--beyond her almost overwhelming physical attraction to Chris--that she fit with this boy. That somehow, she would climb out from under the mountain of obstacles in her way and still find a way to connect with Perion's most handsome, famous undergrad.
But of course, this was delusional. Chris was no longer a part of her life. She did not magically encounter him tonight at the Howard Hall doorway. He did not materialize next to her at the wall-map in the lobby as he had on her first day at Perion. She did not glance upward as she ascended the stairs to find Chris waiting for her at the second floor entrance.
No, this was just like any other Friday night. There was only the relative quiet of the 4th floor.
Kelsie glumly trudged down the hall and into her room.
By the time that Kelsie had set her laptop down on her bed, however, her standard Friday night doldrums had been utterly forgotten.
"Alexia," Kelsie laughed with a cocked eyebrow, "What are you WEARING?"
Alexia was very much NOT in pajamas. Judging from her distracted, busy expression, and from her attire, Alexia was, in fact, rushing to get ready to head to class.
A class at the sluttiest school that had ever existed.
Alexia, Kelsie realized, had completely done her make-up. The bright pink shadow above her eyes, the Barbie-esque lipstick that she had applied...These were touches, Kelsie determined with a giggle, that no boy in the history of the Earth would ever notice...given Alexia's outfit.
Alexia had covered her resplendent upper body with a tight, white dress-shirt that was unbuttoned nearly halfway down the front...enough to make the pink bra that was straining against the shirt quite visible. Below this lusty top, Alexia was wearing a plaid pink-and-white skirt...although calling it a "skirt" was probably a bit of an overstatement. Even a girl with a body like Kelsie's would have had difficulty containing her butt beneath this slip of a covering: Alexia's ass practically poured out from underneath it. If Kelsie's voluptuous bestie did anything other than stand straight up, the pink satin panties that were caressing her incredible backside became quickly visible. As if this wasn't all enough already, Alexia had finished the whole outfit off with white, knee-high stockings.
This wasn't a man-eating uniform. This was a man-incinerating uniform.
Alexia hadn't replied to Kelsie's initial query. She was busy hustling over to the tall standing floor-mirror the girls shared in the corner of the room. Her sumptuous backside presented in its full sexy-schoolgirl glory, Alexia began dragging the mirror across the room.
Kelsie tried again.
"Alexia...are you...going to a PARTY, or something?"
Alexia positioned the mirror at the foot of her bed, with the reflective end facing the bed.
"Kelsie," she finally offered, ignoring Kelsie's questions, "You're going to have to help me."
Kelsie could not possibly have been more confused by this entire display.
"Help you? Alexia, what is this? What are you doing? What would you need my hel--"
Alexia cut her off.
"He's a really sweet boy. But he's still a boy, and he won't be able to stop himself."
Kelsie's mouth was agape with total bewilderment.
"ALEXIA. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING AB--"
There was a knock on the door of their dorm room.
Alexia took a deep, resolute breath, and walked over to the door...and Kelsie suddenly spied, across her roommate's face, that peculiar blend of emotions that Kelsie had first encountered on the bleachers earlier this week. Lust...Determination...Romance?
There were those flushed cheeks again.
WAIT...WAS THIS--
Alexia swung the door a quarter of the way open...
...just enough to reveal an open-mouthed, stunned, Jason Lim.
Without a word, Alexia reached out her hand, grabbed the front of Jason's quarter-zip, and gently tugged the gobsmacked boy into the dorm room.
Kelsie had no idea under what pretense this sweet technophile had been lured here tonight. Whatever it had been, Jason now seemed to be cycling furiously through his expansive mind for some explanation for what he had just walked in on: Kelsie sitting on her bed in her pajama pants as if this was a standard Friday evening; Alexia communicating, in every possible way, that this was no normal night.
