[Molly's Pov]
I know avoiding someone is childish and usually counterproductive, but I just didn't wanna see Chloe or Maxie for the rest of the day, for obvious reasons.
So I stayed hidden in the library on the computers. My theory being, if one of them wanted to find me, they'd come to my dorm room. So until about 9:30 (say 10 hours or so), I played online and pretended to be busy.
I think it was almost 9:30 when I got enough courage to finally head back to the dorm, and who did I run into? No, not Chloe or Maxie, but that redhead from breakfast. She was sitting down the hallway, about 3 doors down from my room, reading, yet again.
"Bre, right?" I asked as she looked up and quickly shot to her feet and smiled as she seemed happy to see me.
"Yeh, Bre Kelton," She said, extending her hand, "Room 49, we're like neighbors."
"Talk about luck," I said as I smiled and noticed that this girl had the most adorable smile in the world.
"Thank you for earlier," She said in a rush as she removed her glasses. "These things cost like 200 bucks, and god only knows what I would do without them."
"No big deal," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"But it was a big deal," She countered, "Now maybe I can actually go into the cafeteria and eat in peace."
"You can," I said with a reassuring smile. "I told her to leave you alone."
"Well, like I said," She commented, "Anything I can do for you. I'm all yours."
"I might just take you up on that," I said with a smile as my mind wondered if she was aware of how many ways that that exact comment could be taken. But I, for once, decided to play nice and let her off the hook as I yawned and excused myself to get some sleep.
I woke up early the next morning and felt so much better about life. It was like a good night's sleep can make you feel renewed, I rose for the day determined to get Chloe out of my mind, and hey, maybe find someone who could replace her.
I grabbed some clean clothes and headed down the hall to the showers, hoping that no one would be there this early. But out of luck I was. I turned the corner and stopped almost dead in my tracks.
There stood one of the most gorgeous creatures I had ever seen in my life. Red hair, firm, perfectly rounded breasts, muscular, sculpted thighs, and a flat, sexy stomach. I watched her try to fix her hair the right way.
She was topless, and with her arms over her head, her breasts were standing so proudly at attention. It was incredible. Nipples hard, not a hint of sag. Drool worthy.
"Oh my god, that's Bre, fuck girl, you're a doll baby," I commented to myself as I stared in awe at this girl. Finally, after a few long moments, she threw the ribbon down and screamed, "GOD DAMN IT."
I giggled out loud and then jumped back behind the wall so as not to be noticed. After a few seconds, I re-emerged and casually walked around the corner. Bre grabbed her towel and quickly wrapped it around her breasts and gave me a very nervous smile.
I dropped my clothes and glanced back to find her no longer paying attention to me, I shrugged off what I had seen earlier and headed into the shower. 15 minutes later, I came out expecting to be alone but found poor Bre still standing by the mirror, with her hair now in four corn rows running across the top of her head.
She caught me staring and smiled into the mirror and asked, "Could you do me another favor and hand me that last ribbon? Please."
"God, you're needy," I giggled as I quickly moved beside her, now wrapped in my towel, and handed her the ribbon, when she realized she couldn't take it and hold in place the work she had already done. She grunted, trying to figure out how to manage it, when I decided I had to help.
"Ummmmm, you want this to hold together all the rows, right?" I asked politely.
"Yes," she said in an urgent, not panicked voice as I moved behind her.
"Here, just tell me what to do," I said, smiling and following her simple directions and fastening her hair into place. She looked in the mirror and smiled brightly and excitedly thanked me.
"Looks good on ya," I commented as she blushed.
"Thank you, I owe you a big favor... well, another one." She grinned.
"How about doing something with my spike punk hair?" I commented as she smiled at me and said, "It's not so bad. It actually works for you."
"Ya think?" I asked as she nodded.
"Keep it spiked out like that, it looks really cool," She said as she moved behind me and, without even asking, started running fingers through my by now almost dry hair.
I said nothing and wondered if she was gonna notice, but instead, she snatched some kinda of cream from her bag and squirted some in her hands, and finally asked.
"Can I?"
"Why stop now?" I asked as we both started laughing out loud at the goofiness of the situation. She rubbed the gel in my hair and started spiking it up in all directions, and I had to admit that it certainly did look good, or at least better than it did just a few minutes before. Just then, a bunch of other girls came around the corner into the bathroom, and one of the blonde girls stopped to give a whistle.
"Better watch it, new girl," She snarled at me, "Bre sure looks comfortable with her hands in your hair, if you let her, she'll put them in some other places too."
"FUCK YOU SLUT" Bre screamed angrily as the blonde laughed with her friends.