My buddy regains his composure and is about to reply when two figures pass by in the hallway. Immediately, Emery loses interest in me. He leaves the room, and I hear him call out, "Hey girls!"
Almost against my will, I move forward to watch the scene. A small blonde who resembles a frightened mouse stares at my friend with a terrified expression. She's holding the arm of a taller brunette who remains impassive in front of my friend.
"I'm Emery, my friends call me E-Dawg."
The tackle's broad frame takes up a lot of space in the hallway, and contrasts with the petite physiques of the two women.
The brunette is the first to recover, and she's the one who answers, "My name is Dixie, and this is Pia."
As if he sensed my presence, Emery turns toward me, drawing the brunette's attention in my direction. Our eyes meet, and I have the impression I've seen her somewhere before...
"Player! We have super hot dormmates, don't you think?" my friend exclaims.
The brunette is still watching me, and I'd swear her eyes are shooting daggers. I don't understand why she would have any reason to be mad at me, and frankly, I couldn't care less.
"It's you!" she suddenly shouts, pointing her finger at me.
Emery and the little blonde stare at the brunette… Dixie. Yeah, Dixie.
I frown without responding. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over my chest, I don't really feel concerned by the scene. As usual, actually. I have the feeling that I'm just a spectator in my own life, so a little more, a little less, I don't see the difference...
Dixie walks around Emery to plant herself in front of me. Ilook down to consider her. She's so close that I can make out the tiny golden flecks scattered across her brown eyes, which are quite… interesting. My attention briefly shifts to her full lips. I notice that her rapid breathing is making her rather generous chest rise and fall.
My new roommate isn't bad in her own way. If you like young college girls, which I don't.
"You bumped into me in the quad earlier," she says bluntly.
I raise a surprised eyebrow. I vaguely remember bumping into a girl who was in my way a bit earlier, but to actually identify who it was...
Dixie stares at me, waiting for my reaction.
"Let's say I did," I mutter reluctantly.
She tenses even more. Her friend approaches her and whispers in a small voice:
"He probably didn't do it on purpose. We're all stressed about the first day..."
But it takes more than that to calm Dixie, who shakes her head:
"I fell in the grass and he didn't even stop to see if I was hurt!"
Her way of accusing me is starting to get on my nerves. This is why I hate young women, always complaining about every little thing.
"Too bad the impact didn't make you mute," I growl.
Dixie's lips form an O of shock, and I don't hold back the little smirk that comes to my face. I can almost hear the profanities running through her head right now, and I'm waiting for the moment when she cracks, but it doesn't happen.
"You should close your mouth before you swallow a fly," I add.
She blinks several times while her breathing quickenseven more. She's going to crack and slap me, or something like that, I can feel it.
If she thinks she's the first girl I've ever pissed off, she's wrong. Women and I, it's far from complicated. Either you're mature enough to interest me, or you're too soft for me to waste my time with. And Dixie falls into the second category.
Her voice snaps when she replies, "Are you naturally this much of an asshole?"
The little blonde puts a hand to her lips, but I don't pay attention to her. My gaze probes Dixie's, who just insulted me.
We face off and I tell myself that this little verbal sparring match is the first remotely interesting thing that's happened since my arrival on campus.
