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College Lessons
Roommate
Never had I met a girl like Cassie. I could tell she was different and she wasn't like other females.
"I'm majoring in dance!" She screams as the music gets louder and people are sloppily spilling drinks and making out/grinding.
"Really? Hip Hop is what you like?" She shrugs shyly and bites her lips. It was a cute habit I noticed she did when I asked her a question.
"I want to be a ballet dancer. If I can't be one, I want to give up on college," she says laughing. I smile.
"That's cool. I never met a ballet dancer. I'm going to have to see you dance one day."
"Yeah, that will be nice," she says. She starts to move her mouth but a loud bang makes us two turn our heads.
"POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!" Kids start swarming all over the place of the large building. I can only stand still and watch, shocked. I look down to see that Cassie is gone. Where did she go?
"Come on man!"Rawry screams passing me. I run after him into the cool August air. We jog back to our dorm out of breath.
"Wow, that was dope!" He grins and unlocks the door with our key. "I never seen so many chicks grind on me! I got a hard on and man, I want to fu-." We stop as we notice a kid is in there unpacking. He turns to look at us and grins.
"Sup? I'm Antonio Hawkins. But you can call me Toni'." Rawry and I look at each other and do a head nod toward the new boy.
"I'm Mikey, and this is Rawry," I say walking to my bed. I had already unpacked and was exhausted. The next morning, I would look for Cassie.
"Rawry? Weird ass name. But it's alright. My nickname use to be Butterball." We nod slowly still weirded out about having a roommate.
"I use to be fat and had rolls. Plus, when I get tanned, I turn yellowish instead of brown. Weird, shit, I know." The dude was already weird I could tell. It would take a while getting use to him. He definitely was artistic and had his own style. He wore skinny jeans with a rock star group v neck shirt, combat boots, and his side lips were pierced. The kid was unpacking a few pairs of jordans and other nice shoes, so I could tell her had style. His side of the room was decorated with abstract paintings, takashi murakami art, and a few 3D sculptures of girls and boys with his style.
"When did you arrive?" Rawry asks. I can tell it would take him a long time to get use to him. Rawry likes being the most outgoing of his friends. He likes friends like me, quiet but will talk when they want to.
"Two hours ago. This was my dream school," he says as he puts down a picture of a cute girl on his shelf that was above his bed. I notice Rawry trying to see it by squinting his eyes, but its too far away.
"Cool," Rawry says nodding. "I'm gonna shower then go see if anyone is selling weed around here." He leaves the room leaving the boy and I alone. He steps back and looks at his set up for his area.
"Perfect. Reminds me of home almost. Where you from?" He turns to me and plops on his bed.
"Here."
"Cool. The chicks here are fine." I nod and sigh thinking about Cassie.
She was 17, lived in Ohio half her life with her grandma, then moved in with her mom who lived in Nevada. She didn't tell me why. She always wanted to come to this school. It was her dream. But her mother was poor and her father didn't give a fuck about them two. She got a scholarship here . She was majoring in ballet, minoring in theater. Her types of boys were guys like me. Poetic, quiet, and shy but she did like outgoing once in a while. All the boys she went out with were jerks or broke her heart except 2.
"Well, I know a few people here. Funny, I know. I'll dig ya later," he says walking out the room.
"I'm majoring in dance!" She screams as the music gets louder and people are sloppily spilling drinks and making out/grinding.
"Really? Hip Hop is what you like?" She shrugs shyly and bites her lips. It was a cute habit I noticed she did when I asked her a question.
"I want to be a ballet dancer. If I can't be one, I want to give up on college," she says laughing. I smile.
"That's cool. I never met a ballet dancer. I'm going to have to see you dance one day."
"Yeah, that will be nice," she says. She starts to move her mouth but a loud bang makes us two turn our heads.
"POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!" Kids start swarming all over the place of the large building. I can only stand still and watch, shocked. I look down to see that Cassie is gone. Where did she go?
"Come on man!"Rawry screams passing me. I run after him into the cool August air. We jog back to our dorm out of breath.
"Wow, that was dope!" He grins and unlocks the door with our key. "I never seen so many chicks grind on me! I got a hard on and man, I want to fu-." We stop as we notice a kid is in there unpacking. He turns to look at us and grins.
"Sup? I'm Antonio Hawkins. But you can call me Toni'." Rawry and I look at each other and do a head nod toward the new boy.
"I'm Mikey, and this is Rawry," I say walking to my bed. I had already unpacked and was exhausted. The next morning, I would look for Cassie.
"Rawry? Weird ass name. But it's alright. My nickname use to be Butterball." We nod slowly still weirded out about having a roommate.
"I use to be fat and had rolls. Plus, when I get tanned, I turn yellowish instead of brown. Weird, shit, I know." The dude was already weird I could tell. It would take a while getting use to him. He definitely was artistic and had his own style. He wore skinny jeans with a rock star group v neck shirt, combat boots, and his side lips were pierced. The kid was unpacking a few pairs of jordans and other nice shoes, so I could tell her had style. His side of the room was decorated with abstract paintings, takashi murakami art, and a few 3D sculptures of girls and boys with his style.
"When did you arrive?" Rawry asks. I can tell it would take him a long time to get use to him. Rawry likes being the most outgoing of his friends. He likes friends like me, quiet but will talk when they want to.
"Two hours ago. This was my dream school," he says as he puts down a picture of a cute girl on his shelf that was above his bed. I notice Rawry trying to see it by squinting his eyes, but its too far away.
"Cool," Rawry says nodding. "I'm gonna shower then go see if anyone is selling weed around here." He leaves the room leaving the boy and I alone. He steps back and looks at his set up for his area.
"Perfect. Reminds me of home almost. Where you from?" He turns to me and plops on his bed.
"Here."
"Cool. The chicks here are fine." I nod and sigh thinking about Cassie.
She was 17, lived in Ohio half her life with her grandma, then moved in with her mom who lived in Nevada. She didn't tell me why. She always wanted to come to this school. It was her dream. But her mother was poor and her father didn't give a fuck about them two. She got a scholarship here . She was majoring in ballet, minoring in theater. Her types of boys were guys like me. Poetic, quiet, and shy but she did like outgoing once in a while. All the boys she went out with were jerks or broke her heart except 2.
"Well, I know a few people here. Funny, I know. I'll dig ya later," he says walking out the room.