Brianna walked into the room and surveyed the mess that her three roommates have left behind. She sighed and began to tie her hair up in a neat bun, an action that always preceded her cleaning process. Everything in Brianna's life was a series of actions, a process that she always had to follow. She couldn't do things any other way. As she began to gather bras from the ceiling fan and doorknobs and place them in the laundry basket balanced on her hips, she realized something was missed from her regimen.

"Ah, music!" she exclaimed and made her way to the stereo to turn it on. With the notes filling the air, Brianna began to sing and dance and returned to her cleaning. Her solitude was soon interrupted when Eva walked in with her new boyfriend, Tom. From the look of things, things had already begun to steam up and Eva had brought him to the apartment, not expecting to see her roommate there.

"Uh, Brianna, what are you doing here?" she asked as a startled Tom zipped his pants back up and stared at his feet. "Don't you have class or something?"

Brianna didn't bother to turn to answer, "I had a test so we got out early. You didn't tell me you were expecting company. "What happened to Brian, by the way?" she replied with an evil grin.

Eva ignored the last comment and grabbed Tim's hand. "Well, we'll be in my room. If you need me, don't call me," she called over her shoulder as she click-clacked over the wood floor to her room. As she closed the door behind her, Eva placed a Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob and winked at Brianna.

Brianna rolled her eyes and returned to her cleaning. She had finished picking up clothes and had begun straightening up the couch when Eva's moans became impossible to ignore. "This cleaning will have to wait for later," Brianna muttered as she gathered her and purse and keys and got ready to leave the apartment. She didn't know where to go but she knew she wasn't staying there while Eva and Tim exercised their mating rituals. She scrolled through her cell looking for someone to entertain her for the next couple hours. She finally decide to call Amanda, another one of her roommates. She got the voicemail, first try. She left a message and threw her silver Razr into her pink juicy couture purse and took a turn at the next light. She continued until she turned into the parking lot of her favorite deli, Panneli's.

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Amanda snapped her hot pink Razr after checking her messages. She had hoped it had been Eric that had left her a voicemail message but it ended up being Brianna warning her not to go to the apartment any time soon. Apparently, Eva had another friend over.

"Figures," Amanda chuckled to herself. Her thoughts went back to Eric. He pretty much hated her now. She really couldn't blame him either. After all, he did catch her making out with Eva's ex-boyfriend Brian. But it wasn't as it seemed. He had come to Amanda, while he and Eva were still dating. He was petrified that Eva had found someone else and that she was going to leave him soon. Brian really did love Eva, but then again Eva had that gift to make every man she meets fall in love with her. Amanda had just been listening to Brian, making feeble attempts to console him, even though she knew for a fact that Brian was about to be dumped. As he was leaving, she hugged him and it sort of just happened. Amanda didn't mean to kiss, and she was sure he didn't either but when they started it was impossible for her to stop. That is, until Eric walked in. He came in holding a bouquet of neon colored daisies, he had been really busy lately and he wanted to make up for the time he hadn't been able to spend with her. Amanda remembered the look on his face, one of disappointment, one that haunted her dreams. He left, without even asking for an explanation, and when he left he took a part of Amanda with him. Since he left, she had lost weight, she had little interest in anything and her eyes were always red and puffy. Her schoolwork was the only thing that didn't suffer because she usually had nothing else to during nights when she couldn't sleep. Amanda picked up the phone and dialed the number again.

"Hello?" a female's voice answered.

"Eric?" Amanda whispered, so shocked by the fact that the phone was answered that the fact that it was answered by a female did not register with her.

"This is Eric's new girlfriend," she sneered, emphasizing the word girlfriend. "I've heard about you. You're the ex right?"

"Hold up. What do you mean you heard about me?" Amanda panicked, trying to grasp this new piece of information but failing miserably in her haze of confusion.

"Yea. Amanda right? Yeah, I'm the friend he came to when he caught his poor wittle girlfriend locking lips, no tongues, with her roommate's boyfriend. Such a skanky thing to do, Mandy. How could you do that to him?"

"Whatever," Amanda croaked, "Where's Eric, I have to talk to him. He loves me. I need to explain." Amanda's world was quickly crashing around her.

"Eric's busy with me," she replied in a sing song voice, "and we gotta go." Before Amanda could say another word, she heard the call ended signal on her phone. She felt like her head was about to explode. She pulled her car into the nearest parking lot and put her head in her hands and cried.