I woke up to hear Jaqueline and Simone banging on my door going "Bitch, you better not be dead in there!"

As my vision focused, I moaned and turned over to look at my alarm clock. It read 8:45.

"SHIT!" I yelled. I jumped out of bed like someone had stuck a pin in my ass. I put on a lacy pair of green underwear and a purple push-up bra, with a black tank top, red skater skirt, and my red beanie.

I might bump into Ross, we have classes in the same building. It was a miracle we hadn't ran into each other by then.

I threw on my black chucks, stole Jackie's banana, and grabbed my notes.

Fifteen minutes later I was outside my class, trying to catch my breath.

I saw a blonde head in the crowd, and was about to yell 'Ross!' But the boy turned around and the face was all too familiar.

He bounded up to me, and I just stared at him. He had dyed his hair blonde.

"What are you playing at, Stefan?"

He tapped the side of his nose, just as a girl called Lisa dragged me into class, telling me the professor had been calling people in.

The class was three hours long, and we were supposed to be studying the hidden context of pride and prejudice. I couldn't concentrate on anything except a resemblance between Mr. Darcy and another blonde I knew.

Towards the end of the lecture I looked at my notes with shock and embarrassment as I realized that they were littered with tiny little hearts with 'RL' inside of them.

The professor signalled the end of class, and I headed to fro-yo to get some dessert, as I had no doubt that Jackie would be making lunch.

I walked in the door two minutes later and put our fro-yo in the freezer. I walked into the kitchen, and sure enough there was some fried chicken for me, Jaqueline was on her second PB&J, and Simone was looking bored, picking the croutons out of her salad. They both looked up at me as I walked in, and Jackie immediately said "Now where did you go to yesterday after fainting dramatically on the pitch?"

"And after you tripped over a hot stranger and landed in another hot stranger's lap. Shortly before you fainted spontaneously." Simone added.

"A) how did you know I fainted twice? And B) do you guys want some fro-yo?"

Jackie didn't even answer and headed to the freezer.

We all had our usual:

Simone with her Reese's peanut butter cup yogurt and m&m's topping, Jackie with her Chocolate yogurt and gummy worms, and me with my thin mint yogurt and Reese's peanut butter cups topping.

We all sat in silence for about 15 seconds, listening to Simone's 'Whitney's Greatest Hits" album in the background.

"So are you gonna spill the beans or what?" Jaqueline asked through a mouthful of frozen yogurt.

"Well," I started, not wanting to give too much away, "let's just say I had coffee with le blonde Mr. Third Degree Burns, and we may or may not be invited to a party at their frat house."

Jackie squealed in delight and then her face went dead serious as she asked "Will other Mr. Third Degree Burns be there?"

I giggled and said "Yeah, they're brothers!"

Jackie's face lit up as she said "OHMYGOD! We're gonna be sisters in law!"

"Woah there Jackie, I don't even have his number!"

Simone snorted. "Good luck getting married if you don't even have his number." She poked me in the ribs and grinned.

"Watevs, Simone. He has another brother too you know!" I patted her on the head and skipped off into my bedroom, glad to have the last word.

I flopped down on my bed, exhausted from doing nothing in my lecture and talking about the future. I barely knew Ross anyway. 'But hopefully that won't last too long' I thought to myself.

I went to lock my bedroom window, which led out onto the fire escape. I put on my Fall Out Boy playlist and danced for a couple of minutes, before I realized that a boy with blonde hair was watching me with a mischievous grin on his face.

I turned the same shade of red as my skirt as I saw that it was Ross, and I went to my window to unlock it and let him in. He stood and observed my room, seeming to take interest in my heavy metal posters on the walls.

"You don't seem like a metal head," Ross grinned, "But I do like your dance moves."

"How do you know where I live?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't." He replied. "I just climbed up this fire escape and looked in the windows to see if you'd be in one. Guess I got lucky."

"Seems legit." I murmured.

"I came to return your- um, this."

He dangled my red sports bra on his finger for me to take.

"I'll never understand how these things work. They always seem too small."

At this point, I could tell he was looking at my cleavage. Was it so wrong that I didn't mind?

I took the sports bra hastily and opened the drawer for it a little too forcefully, and all of my bras and underwear spilled out onto the floor in front of me.

Could this be any more embarrassing?

I was so busy drowning in the feeling of embarrassment that I didn't notice him casually holding up a bright green bra with blue lace.

"I like the lacy ones the best." He winked at me.

"Well I'll be sure to wear some at the party." I chided back at him.

I started trying to shove my underwear back in the drawer and a hand closed gently on my shoulder.

"Let me help you with that." Said Ross.

I turned around to find that his face was inches from mine. I forgot the witty reply I was going to make, but I wouldn't have had a chance to anyway, because he brought his lips to mine before I could even open my mouth. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He then proceeded to sit me on the bed.

Before long, he was on top of me, our bodies pressed together. His tongue tried to find a way into my mouth, but I refused to grant him entry. It was always best to make them wait for it.

He moved down to my neck, planting tender kisses in a trail down to...

"Denise?" He mumbled against my collarbone. "Your boob is vibrating."

We pulled apart.

"Uh, let me get that." I said, blushing. Simone had sent me a text saying: 'Bitch there better not be a man in that abnormally quiet room of yours. You got five minutes before we break down you door. Kiss :p (with a little tongue)'

I had to laugh before getting Ross to unstraddle me and get the hell out of my window.

He just managed to get out, pressing a slip of paper into my hand on his way out.

Around ten seconds later my door flew open and Simone and Jaqueline stared at me, trying to figure out why there was a thin layer of underwear on the floor.

"Girl," Simone started, "You got some explaining to do."