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turns you down?”
    I look over at her smiling at the customers, laughing while she takes their order.
    “I don’t have to worry about her turning me down. We won’t be heading on that path.” At least not anytime soon.
    I don’t deserve someone like Baya.
    Steph can attest to that.
     

 
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Take my Breath Away

    Baya
     
     
     
    Two weeks crawl by, and I’ve yet to officially “meet” my roommate.
    Jeanie Waters is an enigma, or an enema, take your pick. But, perhaps more to the point, she’s a budding porn star. I’ve seen more female anatomy the last fourteen days than I have in a lifetime of showers and baths. I swear I could work as a police sketch artist, detailing out vulvas and penises in microscopic detail when necessary.
    Silly me. I always thought my first glance at the male anatomy would have some stamp of romance to it, and I guess if you count the fleshy offensive Jeanie partakes in as “romantic” then I would have been right.
    I wake to the sound of grunting and dread to open my eyes. I give a groggy glance over in her direction only to find her overgrown pink nipples bouncing at a dizzying pace. I withhold the urge to wave at Thing One and Thing Two. Sadly, they’re more friendly with me than she is. The polite girl in me wants to say good morning to the twins, but I resist the urge.
    I groan as I swing my legs out of bed.
    “Sheesh. Don’t you ever take a break?” I slip into my flip-flops as some dark-haired boy smiles from behind her. Gah ! He’s waving and penetrating, and I’m fifty shades of creeped out. “That’s it,” I hiss, throwing crap into my Whitney Briggs duffle bag at random. My luggage finally managed to arrive, but this time I’m only taking the basics. I doubt Jeanie or her steady line of boy-toys will bother to pilfer through my father’s extensive collection of Hardy Boys novels, so I’ll pick those up later. It’s Friday, and I don’t have any classes, but, unlike the rest of the student population, I won’t be soaking in the Z’s until late afternoon, I’ll be hitting the road, homeless for the rest of the semester. It takes less than five minutes to clear most of my crap and snap up my backpack before hightailing it out of there.
    I don’t bother waiting for the elevator. Instead, I bolt down the stairwell and head straight for the outdoors. The weather has already turned for the worst since the day I arrived. The air is crisp as an apple, and there’s a bite of fall all around us even though technically it’s the tail end of summer. Back in Texas the ground is still baking, sizzling under my mother’s feet, but here it’s cool as an iceberg, and you can take in large lungfuls of air without choking on the desert dust.
    The Briggs Apartment building comes up on me quick, and before I know it I’m riding the elevator up. Bryson let me work alongside him at the Black Bear last weekend, and I’m sort of hoping he’ll rekindle the offer tonight. I’m more interested in Bryson than I am in brushing up on my waitressing skills, but I made over two hundred bucks last Friday and Saturday combined, so I’m not complaining about the income boost either. Technically it’s not a boost since anything is more than nothing.
    I give a gentle knock over their door and wait a moment. It’s still pretty early, so I doubt either one of them is awake. I turn the knob, and, sure enough, it’s unlocked, so I let myself in and land my stuff behind the couch. Back at my place, the OCD in me makes sure I check that the door is bolted shut at least twelve times before I go to bed, and, here Cole and Bryson all but leave an invitation for the ax murderers in the neighborhood. On second thought, my brother probably has an open door policy with the surrounding sororities. He’s probably blanketed the neighborhood with flyers that read, Need an orgasm to take the edge off that next exam? Head to Cole’s! Bring a friend to double your pleasure. Summa cum loud. Summa