AN: Sorry for the wait. Writer's block can be excruciatingly annoying. I will make a magnificent effort to get the next chapter out in a more timely manner.

I am not sure why I pay such a ridiculous amount of money for a college education when I just spent my entire day in class daydreaming about my roommate. Obviously I am paying this tuition simply to live in the dorms. This was an amazingly expensive living situation for such a tiny shit hole of a room-my tuition dollars being put to great use.

I had been out running with Holly every morning this week and I was exhausted. The fact that this meant I was losing battles and, thus, our war didn't escape the competitive majority of me. I threw my punches, to be sure—but Holly was slippery as hell. She had this hold over me that I couldn't shake. Sure, I was cranky as shit when she did her usual morning routine of purposefully waking me up far too early. Yet each time she did it the level of my crankiness was dialed down a bit more internally. Naturally, I'd never let her know, so I threw over embellished and childish hissy fits. Unfortunately, she didn't even respond to my antics, negative or otherwise. She simply continued making her noise and expected me to get up. Of course, I always did. I would sluggishly pull on my running gear and we would go on our usual route. Every morning I tried to out-run her and every morning she slaughtered me and then proceeded to stomp on my remains by laughing at me—but I was catching up. She never went easy on me, she always gave one hundred percent. She also never toned down her victory dance and endless teasing. The devious twinkle in her eye was contagious and her limitless playful banter simply made me want to win more. I wondered if this meant I was winning a little bit in the shadows. Something she was doing to annoy me I had turned around and made it my own mission—my mission to finally crush her at her own game.

I lethargically made my way back to the dorm. Thinking about Holly through four classes was draining. In fact, Holly herself was draining. I unlocked the door to the room fully expecting there to be life on the other side. Holly usually got out of class about an hour before I did and she didn't seem to have much of a social life to speak of. Sometimes she leads a study group but I knew she didn't have one today. I had been looking forward to allowing Holly to pick a documentary and then ceaselessly making fun of her for being such a nerd as I inwardly enjoyed the knowledge it provided. Not to mention the way Holly smiled and laughed when we watched them. She would provide extra knowledge not covered in the documentary to me during almost every single program we viewed. She wasn't here, though. I wondered if I should be worried as I shrugged off my jacket and tossed my boots next to the door. I decided it wasn't impossible that she could be out simply having fun or studying for a big upcoming exam. I grabbed a Vitamin Water out of our little fridge, turned on the television and my PS3 and then flopped myself down on the futon. I had decided I would pass the time playing video games until Holly came home. I played Medal of Honor for a few hours until I was fidgeting too much to focus. The room was very quiet and lonely without Holly here to sass me. I yanked the throw blanket off the back of the futon and wrapped myself up in it. I turned on National Geographic's Egypt: Quest for Eternity. Holly and I had just watched this together last week but I had missed most of the program due to the distraction she provided. She had been sitting closer to me than usual so we could share the tiny throw blanket I had now used to turn myself into a burrito. There wasn't even a centimeter of space between us and her body felt warm pressed upon mine. She had her hand resting on my knee as if it were the most natural and easy thing in the world to her. If only she had known the profound effect that carelessly placed hand had on me. I swore that by the end of the documentary I would have a hand-shaped burn on me—the likes of which Castiel gave Dean Winchester. The only thing I remembered about this documentary was the feel of Holly's body pressed against mine, the enchanting smell of the mingling of her shampoo and body wash and the sing-song sound of her voice whenever she expanded upon the knowledge existing in the documentary—too bad I missed the actual information.

I sat on the same futon, under the same blanket, watching the same documentary without her and everything felt so empty. I actually managed to soak in the information presented to me regarding how modern looting was ruining the works of ancient Egypt—but I missed Holly's brain and the knowledge that flowed from it (even if they both were incredibly annoying). At the end of the hour long documentary I was displeased to see she still wasn't home. I made my way to the bathroom hoping a hot shower would relieve my mind's worries. I grabbed the shower caddy with the intent of actually putting my products into it and carrying it out at the end of the shower. After all, I could do this one nice thing for Holly, couldn't I? I hopped in the shower and the hot water cascaded down my body—but it didn't manage to wash away thoughts of her. I hadn't yet figured out why this girl had such a hold on me. Perhaps it was because she played my games instead of running from them—and in fact—she often bested me at them. Maybe it was because when I looked at her in a certain way she looked back at me in kind. Perhaps it was her enticing smile or her infectious laugh. I hoped I wasn't seeing what I wanted to see—what I needed to see. I wanted so badly to believe the looks, smiles, and laughs were presented to me because she felt something for me beyond friendship—beyond that which you feel for a mere roommate. As I quickly ran the loofa over my body I missed the way she moved the loofa over my back. I realize how odd it is to have a roommate shower with you, but it has become almost a natural game for us. I would take too long, she would get impatient, and then she would appear in all of her glory. Words cannot describe how glorious she truly was—soft in all the right places—yet strong and muscular. She was tall, lean, and flawless. I wasn't sure there was anything more beautiful in the world than Holly with water dripping down her face and neck then pooling in the valley between her collar bones (which she had informed me was called the suprasternal notch). It became clear to me that showering wasn't really the option if I wanted to get Holly off my mind. I quickly finished washing up and haphazardly threw my belongings in the shower caddy. I climbed out, toweled dry and wrapped the towel around myself. A smile crept across my lips as I heard the key in the lock to front door of the room. I tossed my shower caddy on the shelf and hurried to the door to exit the bathroom. The bathroom opened into the small entryway to the dorm room. In my haste to exit the bathroom I flung the door open much quicker than intended and ran into Holly's back. My towel almost fell and my hands moved impossibly quickly to catch it before it slipped off my body. Holly let out a shriek, as did the girl she had pressed against the wall. The girl she had pressed against the fucking wall, whom she was wildly making out with.

"Gail, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I live here, you know. What is she doing here?" I said with disdain lacing my words.

"Last time I checked I live here, too. I guess that means I can bring whomever I wish into this room."

A fake sugary sweetness filled her voice and a sloppy smile contorted her features. I yanked her hand to pull her towards me and I noticed that her pupils were dilated and she smelled of vodka. She slowly licked her bottom lip and stared at me.

"Gail, what? Can't you be a good roommate for once in our entire time living together and get the hell out of here?"

"Now, Holly" I shook my head "that just doesn't sound like me at all. How dare you bring some skank here to our room? I mean, I know we've been having problems lately, honey, but cheating isn't the answer."

I flashed her my best shit-eating grin and watched a dumbfounded look cross her features. This was certainly new for me…I had elicited many reactions from Holly but, to be honest, I didn't even know that her intelligent brain would ever allow for dumbfounded. I was quite pleased with myself—despite being completely pissed with her for bringing home an uglier version of me.

"Hey, crazy roommate bitch…maybe she wants to be with me tonight."

"Aw, skankasaurus" I said with mock sympathy, "I highly doubt that."

I grabbed Holly's belt and pulled her flush up against me. I leaned in ever so slowly towards her ear and whispered,

"Sorry, I don't think you're going to be getting lucky tonight."

And I kissed her. Just like that. I moved my lips from her ears, brushing them gently down her jawline until I captured her lips with my own. Holly's lips didn't move against mine at first but after a second or so she pressed them into mine with a passion and haste as if she had just caught fire. I heard a small whimper catch in her throat before pushing through her lips. Her tongue slid past my lips and I was glad that I was able to stifle the moan I wanted to release. I flattened my hands against Holly's hips and slowly pushed her away to break the kiss. I opened my eyes and looked deeply into hers. In her eyes I saw a brooding storm of lust and the intensity of her stare made me uncomfortable. I unlocked my eyes from hers and looked over her shoulder at Bimbo Barbie and motioned towards the exit with my hand.

"You can exit the way you entered. Have a pleasant evening and thanks for bringing my cupcake home safely. Toodles!" I flashed a condescending smile at her and watched her stalk out of the room. I broke my embrace with Holly and walked over the door to lock it behind the joker.

"Well, that was rude of you, you're not a very good hostess" Holly slurred out.

"Oh yeah, how dare I stop you from having meaningless sex that you'll totally regret and hate yourself for in the morning. I'm the absolute worst."

I tugged at her belt loops to bring her to the bathroom. I pushed her in gently and shut the door to go grab her something a little more comfortable. I opened the door to the bathroom and saw Holly slumped over the sink splashing her face with water.

"Here, I brought you a change of clothes, genius."

She didn't say anything and I found myself speechless as well so I exited the bathroom. I removed the towel I was wearing through the entire awkward encounter and tossed on a large worn out t-shirt and a clean pair of panties before climbing into my loft bed. After a night like this I sure as hell deserved some sleep. I crawled into the safe haven my sheets provided and closed my eyes. It seemed odd to me that I was so wrong about Holly's feelings towards me. I had never been good with people but Holly turned my world upside down. I was a completely different person around her. Perhaps that was it—maybe I had finally seen Holly's true nature—the person she was outside of this room. Maybe she was different around me, too. I tried to convince myself that the person she showed me tonight was just who she was and that person wasn't worth having feelings for. While it lifted a small weight off my shoulders I also knew it wasn't the truth. The girl I saw everyday was Holly. Whoever this was, was a false creation and an idiotic response to alcohol. I had never known Holly to drink so I could hardly fathom what the hell had happened to cause her to do so. My thoughts were cut short when I felt the ladder on my bed shaking. Holly crawled into my bed and stared at me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking," she whispered.

I didn't know what to say. I was so pissed at her I didn't want to be anywhere near her but at the same time the only place I wanted her to be was right beside me.

"You kissed me" she lets out breathlessly.

"I kissed you to get boom-boom-bitch out of our room."

"Is that the only reason?" I could hear the uncertainty stinging her voice and it made my resolve and anger crumble just a bit—but apparently not enough.

"Yes."