BULLY ROOMATE
“I don’t know for sure, but dude took something, what a creep. Do you want me to walk you to your car?”
“No,” I slung my bag over my shoulder. “I parked by the door, thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yup. You coming to the football mixer after party?” she asked.
“Maverick invited me,” I said.
“Okay, girlfriend,” she chuckled. “I think you can officially call yourself that. And, actually I do have one piece of advice for you. Buy some sexy panties. No weekdays, okay?”
Yeah, the days of the week seem played out.