Chapter Two
Marella walked up the stairs, dreading meeting her new roommate. From what she knew about Biana from DMing her on Instagram, she was just another basic girl obsessed with pink and guys' attention. She reached the gray door with a very large headshot of her beautiful new roomette taped on it. When she lifted it up, she revealed a gorgeous teal eye with its eyelashes so long that they poked through the peephole. She gently grabbed an eyelash and tore it out. "What are you doing!" Biana exclaimed in a melodic smooth dulcet tone.
Marella opened the door. "Ow!!" Biana said, as she was squished into the wall. Great. Just another straight girl who can't handle a little pain. I bet having a bi roommate is the worst thing that's ever happened to her. "Hey girl!!!!!!!!!!!" Marella said excitedly. "I'm so happy to finally meet you."
Biana flashed the whitest smile Marella had ever seen, temporarily blinding her. "Me too!" She awkwardly sat back on her pink bedspread, grabbing a stuffed yeti for comfort. The room was already decorated with pink flower garlands, sketches of dresses, and a red-haired woman Marella didn't recognize wearing dramatic makeup. Really? Marella thought.
Biana seemed nervous. "I hope the decorations aren't too much…" she said. "Fashion Merchandising major and all that."
Marella nodded. "It's… okay," she said maybe too slowly. "I hope I didn't bruise you too much when I tore off your eyelash and pushed you into the wall. I know you have a little rust from the doorknob on your gorgeous pink dress."
"Oh no worries!" Biana said. "I don't mind getting a little dirty." Marella's opinion of Biana shot right up. But then, Biana said the worst thing possible. "I mean, I'm not flirting with you or anything. I have a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against it, in fact—"
Biana was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You called for housekeeping?" a muffled voice asked playfully. Biana rolled her eyes.
"Come in!" Marella responded, slightly confused, but happy to not be left alone with this deranged fashionista for too long. The door creaked open, not causing any bodily injuries this time. And, because Marella had the worst luck in the world, the janitor just happened to be her worst enemy: Keefe.
"I hope you ladies weren't having too much fun without me," Keefe said with a wink. Soap suds were bubbling from his side pocket. He frowned and removed a hot pink sponge from his pocket and started to gently dab at the stain on Biana's dress. "All solved for you, baby," he said.
What the fuck?? Marella screamed internally.
"Meet my boyfriend," Biana said. "The school janitor."