Some Greeting {Owen}
Jul 31, 2010 22:45:01 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Graham on Jul 31, 2010 22:45:01 GMT -5
Cass sighed a bit frustratedly as she walked across the school grounds on her way to the boys' dorm building. Owen had texted her less than five minutes ago to inform her that he was all good and settled in his new room, giving her his room number and a very good incentive to head over there - the fact that his roommate had left to go do whatever, she hadn't cared to enquire what. And had roommate been in she still would have headed over there, for two very simple reason. The first, well, she'd missed her boyfriend over the past few weeks once he'd headed back home from visiting her in New York, and she wanted to see him and spend time with him. And the second... her own roommate was a bitchy whorish pain in the ass. She didn't know whose sick idea of a joke it had been to room her with Felicia Andrews, but she most definitely was not pleased, nor amused. She'd headed straight to the administrative area of the school building to request a room change, but had been told that 'disliking someone' was not a good reason for her to get a new room. Stupid old stinky woman.
And so there she was, on her way to seeing her boyfriend so that she could enjoy his presence once more, and admittingly vent a little because she needed someone to ramble to about how aggravated she was. She and Felicia had spent less than an hour in each other's presence, and Cass had found herself leaving because she knew that if she didn't, there would be blood drawn, and this time Owen wouldn't be around to pull the two of them apart. She was definitely hoping that the stupid dancer would spend lot of her time screwing around with that boyfriend of hers, though she didn't see how that was even lasting, and as for herself, she hoped Owen's roomie would be more of an outside kind of guy. The thought of being forced to co-habitate with Felicia more than what was necessary was... ugh. Shudder worthy. She kept brooding on the subject as she sneaked into the guys' building - not exactly a hard job - and headed over to Owen's room, knocking once before walking in, her self induced aggravation having reached such a boiling point that she didn't even bother with a proper greeting. "I'm rooming with Felicia Andrews. Of all people, they had to put with the skanky dancer bitch, can you believe it? God, I could strangle her with my own bare hands, I swear, and I will if she doesn't keep her stupid mouth shut," she ranted on, not having moved from the door - which she'd at least closed - ever since she'd walked in, waving her hands around as she spoke to express her annoyance, which she generally only did when she was way pissed.
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