"Rosie!" Grace called out. Rosaline was no more than a few feet ahead of her, but she didn't look back -- in fact, she seemed to have sped up slightly. Grace increased her own pace and was mere centimeters away from her departing friend when the larger woman disappeared into a crowd of students. There were slack-jawed mouths and widened eyes as Rosaline approached, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea for her as she approached. A myriad of faces danced around the pair as the students quickly closed their gap, eager to gawk at the sheer amount of butt Rosaline hauled behind her.
Grace watched her friend be enveloped by the crowd and disappear. It was bar none the quickest she'd ever lost sight of her bottom-heavy roommate. That roommate wasn't gone three seconds before the whispers crawled their way into Grace's ears.
"Fat ass!"
"She's going to hurt somebody..."
"Oh my GOD! Girl, I could never."
"That's the girl that got her ass stuck in a chair last week!"
Grace grit her teeth. If she could hear it, so could Rosaline. "Rosie!" She called over the living wall, and though some people sported green eyes, freckles, pale skin, blonde hair, none shared had all four. No dice.
"Rosie, hey!" Grace paced along the outskirts of the crowd. It was moving slowly but steadily, glacially so. Where had all these people come from? She took a moment to get her bearings and found she stood before a reddish brick building. It was instantly familiar -- Matsumoto Hall. It was 6:00, which meant Intro to Philosophy was just being released -- the same class she had skipped that afternoon. Damn! More than a hundred people took Intro to Philosophy!
Seeing little other option, Grace hopped from foot to foot, took a deep breath, and forced her way into the crowd. Someone behind her called out "Hey!" before their voice was lost in the droning of conversation around her. Grace pushed her curls closer to her scalp and did her best to listen for Rosaline's voice. People were running into her, tossing apologies or jeers at her, but nevertheless she managed to attune her ears to the voices all around.
"No, no, I think ethos is more like..." no.
"You're headed to the Zeta Upsilon party, yeah?" Not Rosaline.
"...the biggest booty I've ever seen." There, somewhere to the left. That would put her moving against the motion of the crowd. She sighed, lowered her stance, and drove herself into the bodies before her like a wedge. A green flannel and dark poof of hair forced its way through with all the urgency it could muster for what must have been minutes before finally emerging in a small gap. Grace broke into it thoughtlessly, gasping for air not riddled with the scent of cheap body spray or BO. Before she had even reached the open space, still surrounded by people, Grace had an inkling of who it was for.
There Rosaline stood, petite hands clasped over gasping mouth and staring directly at Bailey Mae Cruz. The Queen Bitch of Garrison University stood down her chosen prey with delight, a wicked smirk contrasting with perfect features. She wore a loosely-fitting sundress that hinted seductively at voluptuous curves underneath, and she used it to full effect as she cocked a mouth-watering hip outward. Rosaline, poor Rosaline, still sweaty and haggard from her battle with a gateway earlier that day looked to be searching the crowd for a way to escape. She evidently found none, as Grace watched her shoulders sag low as she met the Queen B's challenging stare with puppy dog eyes. There they stood - Rosaline shaped like a bell, Bailey cut, thick, toned, built like a Victoria's Secret XXL. They shared no features save the crowds of students gathering behind them to stare at their famous asses as they clashed.
Grace's reaction was immediate. She made to jump forward, stand beside her friend, before being yanked backward by someone that was recording the scene with their phone. "Rosaline!" She called, but her roommate didn't even look in her direction.
"Rosaline... we have to stop meeting like this." Bailey's voice was thick, creamy, and it melted off her every word butter on toast. "I know, I know, that... thing... has to be hard to steer... but a little self-control would go a long way." She halfheartedly motioned to a designer purse that had apparently fallen to the ground. Immediately three boys feel upon it and begin to quarrel for the right to hand it back, perhaps touch Bailey's hand as they did.
Rosaline grit her teeth and stared daggers. "I didn't even get close to you. You walked into ME."
Bailey laughed at that, rich as bitter dark chocolate. "I'm sure it looked like that from where you're sitting. Sorry, standing! I can never tell, your butt... well, I can't really see what's around you. So... how would you even know?" She took a step forward. "You... didn't even feel me, did you? Just another person nearly knocked to the ground by your hips... Oh, love, is that really what it's like to be you?"
Snickers surrounded Grace as she was held in the crowd. She opened her mouth to launch a retort, but Rosaline cut her off.
"I'm not in the fucking mood for you, Bailey. I'm leaving." She turned to do just that, flinching slightly as Bailey began cackling the second she got a full view of Rosie's engorged buttocks.
"Aw, Rosa... I just love watching your little tough cookie act! Hard to keep up that show when you can't fit into your own dorm, I'll bet."
Jeers and laugher erupted from the crowd surrounding them, and Rosaline froze. Her colossal trunk continued her march and collided with the rest of her softly, spurring a brand new jiggling fit. People surrounding the pair grew more boisterous, and Bailey's cackle rose above it all like an air raid siren.
"Y-you don't... that's not true, "Rosaline said, not turning around.
