New Girl_(1)

Not real, but hey: don’t we all like to have fun sometimes?
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I was going to my dorm room early, with a couple of friends, as I noticed a small bodied yet subtle winded young girl carrying her books while walking down the sidewalk.
I went away from my group and went to talk to her, the closer I got, the hotter she seemed. I walked fast and I saw her short shorts bunched into her and her blue, thin, cotton shirt forming sweat.
I grabbed her shoulder and said, “Hey why are you-” she immediately dropped her books on the ground revealing that she had glasses and obvious cleavage.
She finally stopped and said to me: “I’m sorry, I just thought that you were another creep that just wants to get in my pants.”
I looked down at the ground and said: “No, I would never do that, let alone think of it.”
“I just got here, and I don’t know many people or places, could you show me around?”
“Sure, I’d be glad to.”
Damn an attempt for what? Nothing. Hopefully my luck can progress.
A few minutes passed as we walked lazily through the courtyard, I was explaining how the college was founded and pointed out different buildings as we went.
I say “early” as a relative thing, because apparently it was time for class and I was half way across campus.
I glanced at my watch as she pulled my arm away.
“Is this Building-C?” she asked.
I nodded and said, “Yeah that’s where English is taught.”
She hastily pulled my arm into the building and guided me down the corridor with intent struck on her face, I followed.
Walking down the 10-30 hallway, she stopped at room 22C and muddled around her pocket.
She pulled out a pair of keys and the shape fit the door.