but fewer parents were still around to help. The whole dorm felt more social and alive than it had the day before. Total strangers hung out in the hallways, laughing and joking as though they were old friends. No one dared close the door to their room, either because they feared missing out on something, or because they just wanted to be connected to the energy of the place. The hallways were lined with open doors and smiling faces, and as Sarah made her way to the fourth floor, she discovered a renewed bounce in her step.
It was impossible to stay upset in a place filled with so much excitement.
The fourth floor was no different than any of the others, and as Sarah pushed her way down the hall, she was stopped by a duo that looked like they had a purpose. One of them was a girl with dark, auburn hair and soft features. She was wearing yoga pants and a low cut tank top. The guy following her was petite and carried himself like a kid in a candy store. Thick framed glasses gave him a boyish appeal, and Sarah was certain he spent more time styling his short, spiked hair than she spent on her own hair.
" Ow, ow. What do we have here?" the guy called out when he saw her.
He walked straight up to her and ran his fingers through her hair. She was so caught off guard by the sudden intrusion that she didn't even try to stop him. For some reason, the girl smiled at Sarah as if what he was doing was totally normal. When he was done stroking her hair, he stepped back and eyed her, up and down.
"Well, aren't you just the sexiest thing on two legs," he said, tapping a finger to his lips.
"Hey, wait a second..." the girl said, rounding on him. "Let's not go too overboard with the name calling."
"Oh, Reagan, you know I love you, but look at her." He wagged his finger at Sarah to emphasize his point. "If vagina didn't freak me out so much even I'd have sex with her."
The girl's shoulders shook as she laughed.
"You're so vulgar, you're lucky I put up with you," she said.
"Bitch, please. You know you love that about me."
The girl gave him a wide-eyed shake of her head before turning back to Sarah.
"Sorry about that," she said. "Tate doesn't have a filter on that mouth of his."
"Mm, mmm," Tate moaned, still ogling Sarah.
"It's fine," Sarah said, smiling nervously. "I'm flattered...I think..."
Tate snapped his fingers at her and jerked his head.
"Oh, no, no. Don't be getting a big head about it," he said. "You're scrumptious, but you don't look that good." He eyed her up and down one more time. "Okay--maybe you do. So, what's your room?"
"Excuse me?" Sarah asked. It was nearly impossible to keep up with his train of thought.
Tate fixed her with a stare that made her feel like she'd just asked the stupidest question in the world.
"I assume one of these is yours," he said, pointing up and down the hall at each of the open doors. "Which is it?"
"Oh...right. I'm down there at the end. Room 422."
He turned and looked where she pointed, and she was thankful to have a moment to catch her breath.
"I'm Reagan, in 446, by the way," the girl said. "And Tate's on the other side of the building in 425. We're just walking around, trying to meet some of our new neighbors."
Tate turned back to them and fixed Reagan with a look. His expressions were so animated that Sarah thought of him like a cartoon character.
"Don't be bashful, girl, we're all adults here. Tell her the truth." When Reagan gave him a confused look that matched Sarah's, he shook his head in exasperation. "We're not trying to meet our neighbors. What she meant to say is that we're looking for the eye-can-dees and the eye-can-don'ts."
Sarah gave him a puzzled look. "The eye-can-dees and eye-can-don'ts?"
"I swear, you ladies need to keep up, I won't always be around to spell things out for you," he said, rolling his eyes. "First, you got your eye candy--"
Tate looked among the people in the halls, and pointed at a guy with huge muscles and a sleeveless shirt, walking down
It was impossible to stay upset in a place filled with so much excitement.
The fourth floor was no different than any of the others, and as Sarah pushed her way down the hall, she was stopped by a duo that looked like they had a purpose. One of them was a girl with dark, auburn hair and soft features. She was wearing yoga pants and a low cut tank top. The guy following her was petite and carried himself like a kid in a candy store. Thick framed glasses gave him a boyish appeal, and Sarah was certain he spent more time styling his short, spiked hair than she spent on her own hair.
" Ow, ow. What do we have here?" the guy called out when he saw her.
He walked straight up to her and ran his fingers through her hair. She was so caught off guard by the sudden intrusion that she didn't even try to stop him. For some reason, the girl smiled at Sarah as if what he was doing was totally normal. When he was done stroking her hair, he stepped back and eyed her, up and down.
"Well, aren't you just the sexiest thing on two legs," he said, tapping a finger to his lips.
"Hey, wait a second..." the girl said, rounding on him. "Let's not go too overboard with the name calling."
"Oh, Reagan, you know I love you, but look at her." He wagged his finger at Sarah to emphasize his point. "If vagina didn't freak me out so much even I'd have sex with her."
The girl's shoulders shook as she laughed.
"You're so vulgar, you're lucky I put up with you," she said.
"Bitch, please. You know you love that about me."
The girl gave him a wide-eyed shake of her head before turning back to Sarah.
"Sorry about that," she said. "Tate doesn't have a filter on that mouth of his."
"Mm, mmm," Tate moaned, still ogling Sarah.
"It's fine," Sarah said, smiling nervously. "I'm flattered...I think..."
Tate snapped his fingers at her and jerked his head.
"Oh, no, no. Don't be getting a big head about it," he said. "You're scrumptious, but you don't look that good." He eyed her up and down one more time. "Okay--maybe you do. So, what's your room?"
"Excuse me?" Sarah asked. It was nearly impossible to keep up with his train of thought.
Tate fixed her with a stare that made her feel like she'd just asked the stupidest question in the world.
"I assume one of these is yours," he said, pointing up and down the hall at each of the open doors. "Which is it?"
"Oh...right. I'm down there at the end. Room 422."
He turned and looked where she pointed, and she was thankful to have a moment to catch her breath.
"I'm Reagan, in 446, by the way," the girl said. "And Tate's on the other side of the building in 425. We're just walking around, trying to meet some of our new neighbors."
Tate turned back to them and fixed Reagan with a look. His expressions were so animated that Sarah thought of him like a cartoon character.
"Don't be bashful, girl, we're all adults here. Tell her the truth." When Reagan gave him a confused look that matched Sarah's, he shook his head in exasperation. "We're not trying to meet our neighbors. What she meant to say is that we're looking for the eye-can-dees and the eye-can-don'ts."
Sarah gave him a puzzled look. "The eye-can-dees and eye-can-don'ts?"
"I swear, you ladies need to keep up, I won't always be around to spell things out for you," he said, rolling his eyes. "First, you got your eye candy--"
Tate looked among the people in the halls, and pointed at a guy with huge muscles and a sleeveless shirt, walking down
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