this book contains :
- mostly billie eilish (like every single chapter except a few)
- my more recent (better written) chapters
- short stories
- small short scenarios and imagines
- wlw action
- graphic descriptions
- lots and lots of lesbian sex g...
There's not gonna be a lot of classes/education shit & stuff in this chapter.
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Y/N looks down at the number written on her hand, then glanced at the door number.
8.
Y/N sighs, checking her phone for the time.
She's only been told one thing about her. Her roommate, I mean. Her roommate's called Billie. Oh, and she knows she's also a sophomore. Like Y/N.
She raises her hand, forming a fist and firmly knocking on the door.
Y/N waits 10 seconds and bites her bottom lip, remembering that she has a key in her pocket. But, how many knocks will it take her until she has to use it?
Well, even I don't know that.
(Nah fr I didn't, making it up as I go.)
But, Y/N raises her hand again. Knocking loudly, firmer and more consistently.
Y/N waits another 8 seconds before going to knock again. Right as her fist is about to come in contact with the wooden, modern door—it opens.
Only halfway, though. And with that, striking blue eyes are staring into her souls through small slits. Eyelids extremely hooded, almost as if the girl can't stand the brightness.
"Yes?" Y/N cannot deny how pretty the girl is.
"Are you someone I've slept with, or. . .?" The girl asks, unimpressed.
Just now, Y/N's eyes travel down and notice the girl's attire. Not missing the rather large hickeys, of course.
A bra and booty shorts—showing three tattoos.
A dragon on her thigh, a small skeleton dog with a bone in its mouth and another small skeleton dog sat next to it asking if that's cannibalism on her shoulder and one last one on her rib cage which looked to be some sort of anime girl?
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"What? Sorry...No, I'm your roommate from now on—"
"Hah! Wrong," the girl scowls at Y/N.
Just like that. The door is shut in her face.
The fuck? Y/N thinks, reaching for her key and noticing she's not wanted.
She unlocks the door and walks into the new home for the rest of the year.
When Y/N shuts the door, she notices how untidy the room is.
Books randomly placed, clothes chucked on the ground, lots of cups and plates that are yet to be washed. Y/N cringes.
She can't stand mess. She's definitely gonna have to fix this.
"The fuck are you doing in here? How'd you get in?" The same girl from the door asks.
