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The silence in the room was overwhelming by the time that I picked up the cue stick and stood at the edge of the pool table. I grinned at him with sheer determination and didn't let the silence bug me in the slightest. Truth was, I was nervous - which was odd, considering that I was the most confidant woman anyone could possibly come across. But how could I be right now? I mean everyone was watching us.
Oh right, I should probably start from the beginning. Hi, my name is Amanda Smith. I was your every day eighteen year old freshman in college. Okay, so maybe "every day" freshman was a bit of a stretch. I was gifted, everyone knew that much. I was always, since primary school, a step ahead of everyone else. I was at my second semester at this point and my GPA was a perfect 4.0. Imagine that? That, put together with my insanely good extra-curricular record (I was captain of the school's volleyball team already and was basically in charge of one of the student residence buildings) I was sure to get into medical school if I could just keep this up. I was so impressive that everyone on campus seemed to keep their eyes on me.
Okay so that might be best attributed because I was considered pretty damn attractive. I must have been the only naturally blonde girl around this part of California and had the most sculptured body imaginable. What? I considered my body a temple and a temple that had to be taken care of. I had a perfect diet of meat and vegetables, had the most perfect workout routine and my fit body and abs showed it. My only regret is that no matter how much I worked out, my shapely large butt never shrunk in size, despite the rest of my body being perfectly capable of losing fat (in fact, I had a D cup back in high school and it shrunk to a modest 38C now). Well, whatever.
Anyway, back to what I was saying...
It all started on one Wednesday morning. I got up, made my bed, picked out my clothes for the day before doing my squats and stationary bike routine (both were done under the privacy of my own room so I was glad that I was safe from the prying eyes of others. Everyone at the gym tends to stare at you, if you haven't noticed it happening to you already). When I was done, I showered and checked my laptop. I loved posting pictures on Instagram and Twitter, so naturally I always checked in the morning whether I got a reply or something, even if I always never commented back at people. So, that's when I saw this picture of mine:
http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/ee04457d-4764-42a7-9a03-bfa20b5478a7_zpsc6572097.jpg
"AmyCollegeStudent: I love nothing more than a good morning routine"
The replies?
NatalieForever: Omg, nice!
92xRebecca: So jealous :-(
Bryan09102: You go girl!
Damien72: Nothing I'd like more than you on my lap. ;)
Yeah, there's a reason why I emphasized that last comment. It came from Damien Washington - the biggest scumbag that I must have ever come across. He lived in the student residence that I was in charge of too. There were so many things wrong with that man, that I don't even know where to begin - namely, for one, he was a little older than everyone else...about twenty years older than myself, if he wasn't lying about his age to begin with. Secondly, he represented all that I disliked - he was a tad overweight, never went to class (we had one humanities course together, if I remember correctly) and there was always something 'off' with him that I just couldn't put my finger on.
How I wished to kick him out of the residency (the girls here would thank me for it) but unfortunately, he paid his dues on time and had some sort of connection with the school's administration. Otherwise, I'm sure our complaints would have hit them by now. I know that he works for the school as a janitor or something part-time but that couldn't possibly be it.
Aside from disliking the man, I never had much contact with him - not that I ever would want to, he was a huge creep. That is, until Jamie Winchester, the richest girl on campus, invited practically every student into the biggest party imaginable. It was all in some mansion her parents had about twenty minutes away from school and I'd be crazy not to go. Why? Nothing to do with the booze or games like everyone else who intended to go, but because of the connections. Jamie's family were very much attached to Harvard (my dream school) and I'd have to be crazy not to go and try to impress her somehow. So the entire morning, aside from working out, was devoted to wondering whether I wore the right clothes or not - a long sleeve red shirt with square patterns, grey tight yoga pants (I hated these but Jamie practically always wore these) and simple running shoes. Jamie, despite being rich, was a cozy simple kind of girl so I figured that dressing the same way as her would work out to my favor.
So, I did go to the party and you know what? Jamie was nowhere to be found. There were hundreds of people everywhere and I had to make my way to a small recreation room with about twelve students in order to break free from the crowds of horny drunk guys and overly loose women. Sheesh.
And who did I see there?
Freaking Damien.
"Oh great." I said, as he walked towards me with a grin on his face "Um, I just hope you know that I'm a little on edge right now so I can't pretend to like you."
"That's fine by me. But you gotta pass the time somehow. How about a game of pool?"
I had to fight the urge to grimace, but he had a point. I'd drive myself crazy by just sitting down with nothing to do so I agreed. "Sure, why not?" as I was just about to walk to the pool table when he grabbed my left arm. "What?" I said with utter impatience.
"How about a few wagers before we start?"
Great.
I stared at him in disbelief for a second but then several thoughts came to me - one, I was pretty much a master at pool so I was guaranteed to win. Secondly, I could use this to my own advantage and get him to finally leave me alone forever.
With a smile, I said: "Okay, how's this for a wager? If I win, you leave me alone. No more weird comments to my pictures or comments in the hallway."
Much to my surprise, he smiled too.
"Okay, and if I win, you set that sweet ass of yours on my lap." he stated, standing proud and jutting his beer belly to my direction. He gave me that all too familiar perverted grin and I shut my eyes for a second.
"Fine!" I replied instantly out of embarrassment and anger.
So that pretty much sets you up to date. Now for that game of pool and the start of this stupid party.
Oh right, I should probably start from the beginning. Hi, my name is Amanda Smith. I was your every day eighteen year old freshman in college. Okay, so maybe "every day" freshman was a bit of a stretch. I was gifted, everyone knew that much. I was always, since primary school, a step ahead of everyone else. I was at my second semester at this point and my GPA was a perfect 4.0. Imagine that? That, put together with my insanely good extra-curricular record (I was captain of the school's volleyball team already and was basically in charge of one of the student residence buildings) I was sure to get into medical school if I could just keep this up. I was so impressive that everyone on campus seemed to keep their eyes on me.
http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq331/woefoe/b0bb724b-db31-4b59-9c30-60f5053469bd_zps17df239e.jpg
Okay so that might be best attributed because I was considered pretty damn attractive. I must have been the only naturally blonde girl around this part of California and had the most sculptured body imaginable. What? I considered my body a temple and a temple that had to be taken care of. I had a perfect diet of meat and vegetables, had the most perfect workout routine and my fit body and abs showed it. My only regret is that no matter how much I worked out, my shapely large butt never shrunk in size, despite the rest of my body being perfectly capable of losing fat (in fact, I had a D cup back in high school and it shrunk to a modest 38C now). Well, whatever.
Anyway, back to what I was saying...
It all started on one Wednesday morning. I got up, made my bed, picked out my clothes for the day before doing my squats and stationary bike routine (both were done under the privacy of my own room so I was glad that I was safe from the prying eyes of others. Everyone at the gym tends to stare at you, if you haven't noticed it happening to you already). When I was done, I showered and checked my laptop. I loved posting pictures on Instagram and Twitter, so naturally I always checked in the morning whether I got a reply or something, even if I always never commented back at people. So, that's when I saw this picture of mine:
http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/ee04457d-4764-42a7-9a03-bfa20b5478a7_zpsc6572097.jpg
"AmyCollegeStudent: I love nothing more than a good morning routine"
The replies?
NatalieForever: Omg, nice!
92xRebecca: So jealous :-(
Bryan09102: You go girl!
Damien72: Nothing I'd like more than you on my lap. ;
Yeah, there's a reason why I emphasized that last comment. It came from Damien Washington - the biggest scumbag that I must have ever come across. He lived in the student residence that I was in charge of too. There were so many things wrong with that man, that I don't even know where to begin - namely, for one, he was a little older than everyone else...about twenty years older than myself, if he wasn't lying about his age to begin with. Secondly, he represented all that I disliked - he was a tad overweight, never went to class (we had one humanities course together, if I remember correctly) and there was always something 'off' with him that I just couldn't put my finger on.
How I wished to kick him out of the residency (the girls here would thank me for it) but unfortunately, he paid his dues on time and had some sort of connection with the school's administration. Otherwise, I'm sure our complaints would have hit them by now. I know that he works for the school as a janitor or something part-time but that couldn't possibly be it.
Aside from disliking the man, I never had much contact with him - not that I ever would want to, he was a huge creep. That is, until Jamie Winchester, the richest girl on campus, invited practically every student into the biggest party imaginable. It was all in some mansion her parents had about twenty minutes away from school and I'd be crazy not to go. Why? Nothing to do with the booze or games like everyone else who intended to go, but because of the connections. Jamie's family were very much attached to Harvard (my dream school) and I'd have to be crazy not to go and try to impress her somehow. So the entire morning, aside from working out, was devoted to wondering whether I wore the right clothes or not - a long sleeve red shirt with square patterns, grey tight yoga pants (I hated these but Jamie practically always wore these) and simple running shoes. Jamie, despite being rich, was a cozy simple kind of girl so I figured that dressing the same way as her would work out to my favor.
So, I did go to the party and you know what? Jamie was nowhere to be found. There were hundreds of people everywhere and I had to make my way to a small recreation room with about twelve students in order to break free from the crowds of horny drunk guys and overly loose women. Sheesh.
And who did I see there?
Freaking Damien.
"Oh great." I said, as he walked towards me with a grin on his face "Um, I just hope you know that I'm a little on edge right now so I can't pretend to like you."
"That's fine by me. But you gotta pass the time somehow. How about a game of pool?"
I had to fight the urge to grimace, but he had a point. I'd drive myself crazy by just sitting down with nothing to do so I agreed. "Sure, why not?" as I was just about to walk to the pool table when he grabbed my left arm. "What?" I said with utter impatience.
"How about a few wagers before we start?"
Great.
I stared at him in disbelief for a second but then several thoughts came to me - one, I was pretty much a master at pool so I was guaranteed to win. Secondly, I could use this to my own advantage and get him to finally leave me alone forever.
With a smile, I said: "Okay, how's this for a wager? If I win, you leave me alone. No more weird comments to my pictures or comments in the hallway."
Much to my surprise, he smiled too.
"Okay, and if I win, you set that sweet ass of yours on my lap." he stated, standing proud and jutting his beer belly to my direction. He gave me that all too familiar perverted grin and I shut my eyes for a second.
"Fine!" I replied instantly out of embarrassment and anger.
So that pretty much sets you up to date. Now for that game of pool and the start of this stupid party.
