=-=-Chapter Two-=-=
"God! You look like shit, Heather." Denise was there, my roommate, painting
her toes on her bed and watching a House rerun on our little television.
We'd split it, fifty-fifty, since neither of us had more than twenty
dollars in our purses at any one time. That was only because we were always
looking for fun though, not because we didn't have any. My parents sent me
a pretty decent allowance and Denise was flat out spoiled by hers, but all
that meant was that our closets were swollen and we had thirty-six flavors
of red lipstick to choose from. It was better being broke anyway, guys
liked to spoil us and we didn't feel bad about it if we were strapped for
cash. Not that we would have felt bad, but at least we could pretend like
we would.
"Thanks." I sighed, closing the door and leaning against it. "I feel better
than I look."
"Heh." She shook her curly strawberry hair at me.
Denis was all Irish and we often thought we should switch names. She had a
light dusting of freckles over her cheerful cheeks, smiling green eyes, and
a petite little body that drove a lot of guys crazy. Seriously, she looked
thirteen and I had no idea there were so many pedophiles at college. She
was fucking at least two of her professors that I knew of, so that meant
she was probably doing four of them, including that dyke English Lit. Prof,
Dr. Hauven...I'd done her as a freshman just to pass her class, but I
wasn't a real lesbian. Neither was Denise. We were just opportunists.
"That's good right? If I feel better than shit?" I smiled sarcastically.
"I guess." Denise went back to her toes. "Morning sickness again, huh?
Ruined your date?"
"I had to tell him." I shrugged, getting on my bed and crossing my arms
over my chest. "Brandon wants to marry me."
"You told him it was his?" Denise looked at me and she actually liked
Brandon a lot, not sexually, but she thought he was good for me, like
everyone else did. Such a cute couple! She probably thought Brandon and I
getting married would be a good thing.
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