I'm glad you came.
He was called The ladies man, she was known as the Mattress queen. A match made in heaven or hell?
There must be something in the water of Barden University. Otherwise, she couldn't understand why there were four Capella clubs. It was kind of fun, how the Trebles keep singing "whipped" as if it wasn't lame. Or how those two girls seemed so desperate to get singers with bikini body, but no one would look in their way. They started to lower the bar as time passed; even that girl with baloney boobs rejected them. She had been seeing the stands for an hour now, and nothing had caught her fancy for more than 5 minutes. The swimming club looked like fun. Semi naked men, with abs, at least three days a week sounded like her cup of tea, and so tempting. She chided herself; after all, she had to find some girlfriends.
All through high school girls had been jealous of her, from her face to her body, but what truly irked them were her grades. Whenever someone saw a pretty face, they assumed it lacked intelligence, why? Jealousy, people needed to have something where they were better than the rest, if not, they weren't special enough. For her, that was stupid, she had spent almost all her life being underestimated, and that never made her feel bad. After all, it was something she could use as an advantage. For example Miss Mary, and awful person had even called her a cheater and forced her to repeat a test in front of all the class, since she couldn't believe she could do so good in a chemistry test with her looks. That had been humiliating, especially for the teacher when she aced it, but well, that was water under the bridge. All that meant no female friends for poor Stacie and only boys whom wanted to get in her pants would talk to her. It was amazing what a pair of well proportionate goodies could get you.
Just yesterday, three boys helped her carry all her boxes to her dorm. They even invited her dinner, such nice guys. She wasn't naive enough to doubt they wanted sex for the help, but it wouldn't be so easy with her, she had standards. Don't get her wrong; she wasn't a prude, far from it. She had discovered what it was starting high school and loved it ever since. After all sex was fun, she felt free when ever she did it, the rush of the hunt, the ecstasy her body would built till she reached the end, sensations out of this world. Still, she wasn't the kind of person who would go with the first abs she saw, or the next pretty sexy smile that promised a night of wild fiery passion. She always did background check, after all, sexual diseases were hard to explain. Back to present time, maybe the Bellas weren't such a bad idea.
Once her thoughts returned she noticed a man next to her, how long had this guy been babbling next to her? Apparently, he had been tailing her since she arrived. When ever she stopped to look at something he would try to start a conversation with her and failed. It was getting pretty lame. Couldn't he see she wasn't interested? She hadn't even noticed him all this time.
"Excuse me, are you even listening?" Asked the annoyance. Of course not, she thought, maybe if I keep ignoring him, he'll leave. "Hey! I'm talking to you, it's really rude to ignore me, after all, we been talking for over an hour!" How hadn't she noticed him? He seemed really creepy, all sweaty and red and agitated, he keep getting into her personal space, no matter how far she moved, wait, did she just felt a boner? You had to be kidding! Moving to a more populated area and losing him was the better course of action, if he hadn't taken her arm.
"Hey, unhand me jerk!"
"So now you answer, I thought you were just playing hard to get, but this is getting ridiculous, let's just go to my room and finish this, after all I'm attracted to you, and you to me, this is a match made in heaven babe".
Was this dunderhead for real?
"Excuse me? First of all, when did I agree to such a thing? Second of all, I don't even know you creep. And most importantly you aren't hot enough to get a chance with me. You are hurting me, so let me go looser before I press charges".
He grabbed her even harder; leaving a handprint in her arm, in her desperation the rape whistle came to mind. As she was about to blow it he raised his hand and hit her in order to stop her. The blow was so hard she fell to the ground, the whistle flying. He was about to throw himself at her to pin her to the ground when someone intervened. Thank GOD! She was so scared, not even a week and already sexually assaulted in the middle of the day, this must be a new record.