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Honestly, I didn’t mind I loved Cameo to death I had co accepted into Maine State College’s business prograot in by the skin of my teeth since I wasn’t exactly what you would call an “acadeh school because I didn’t knohat I wanted to do withcoed to drill into my stubborn head that if I wanted to transfer to a state university, I would have to work hard Not that I wasn’t still having fun at the same time I wasn’t dead, after all My acceptance letter came at the perfect time My best friend, Brittni, hadlost without her She was the voice of reason I didn’t have myself that kept me in line for the most part Without her, my antics in Woodfalls had hit an epic scale After some of the shit I’d pulled over the years, I think the entire town let out a collective sigh of relief when I h MSC was only sixty miles away from Woodfalls, at least I was out of their hair Now, in the al my reputation as a bit of a hell-raiser with me

I pulledfor my answer “Please, you know I’d have no problem throwin’ down in there It’s just too damn cold to roll around in the et in mart store is closed to his ass”

“Ha, your vag-store,” Ca her beer on an end table that was already overfloith bottles “Guys are so predictable They think all chicks wanna get naked with each other and have pillow fights”

“Well, I know that’s all I think about,” I said, wagging estively

“Gross You perv” She slappedme away

“Oh co ure I had to sidestep a couple ere too busy sucking each other’s faces as they walked to watch where they were going “Hey, get a room,” I called after them as they stumbled into the wall

“Where the hell do you think we’re going?” the guy asked, dislodging his lips long enough to answer

“Sorry, shit, carry on then,” I said, grinning at Cameo

“See, that’s ill never have a party at our apartment,” she stated

“What, you don’t want an orgy to break out on your bed?”

She held up her hand like a crossing guard “Don’t even finish wherever your perverted mind was headed with that”

I laughed loudly Cameo was the perfect roommate in most aspects, but she did have a bit of an obsessive compulsive personality, ree with her I didn’t want drunken college peeps using et nasty in either

“Could it be you’re just bummed that your bed hasn’t seen any action in how irls in the irls always do that? Why couldn’t we fight likeand scratching I’d ut than have a handful of my hair pulled out

“Whatever, you whore It’s been four days,” she answered, watching the fight with interest

“Whoa, takes one to know one,” I laughed