From mutual hatred
Elle groans as she steps into her student apartment building. She can hear the loud rhythmic thuds accompanied by the vocal harmonies of female moans and male grunts. She places the box of hot meat feast pizza on the table and glances across to the clock. 7 o’clock in the evening, it states and she can’t help but exhale in frustration! Seriously, shouldn’t they be out on a date right now or something?! She thinks to herself; after all nearly everyone she knows is probably out today what with it being bloody Valentine’s Day and all. Oh, how she hates the stupid holiday! And she genuinely does and her bitterness has nothing to do with her current single status; because last year when she did have a girlfriend, she still hated Valentine’s Day. Unfortunately her last girlfriend, just like what seems like the entire campus (even those that are single), seems to love the day.
As the sex noises hammer through the paper thin walls, Elle clenches her hands into a fist and decides that she so cannot take listening to this all fucking night.
Storming out of her apartment, Elle starts to bang on the other door to keep the noise down, not that they respond-in fact, they just carry on louder than before. Groaning, Elle’s head lands against the door with a soft thud.
“Fucking Valentine’s Day,” she mutters to herself.
“You said it!” chirps a voice beside her. Not expecting it, Elle squeaks startled and turns to look at the owner of the voice. It’s a woman-a hot woman. She looks familiar somehow-probably a face she’d seen around campus. Yet she hadn’t the pleasure of meeting her until now. Dressed in a pair of ripped light blue denim jeans and a tank top with the Guns N’ Roses symbol on them, Elle’s surprised how attractive she is even in such understated clothes.
“Not a fan of the holiday either?” asks Elle.
“Can’t really say I am, especially not when I have to listen to those 2 rabbits going at it!” jokes the girl. Elle smiles along.
“So I’m guessing you’re their other neighbour then?”
“Yep, that’s me-Cassandra Williams,” introduces the bronze haired Goddess.
“Elle Jenkins,” replies Elle, “no boyfriend to spend today with then?”
Elle knows instantly that she’s said the wrong thing when Cassandra’s cat like eyes narrows and her pink lips press into a hard line.
“Why would you presume I’m single and straight for that matter?!” she icily asks. Elle looks at her wide eyed-holy shit! Dare she hope that Cassandra’s gay?!
“Uh-I-I’m sorry but....are you really...gay?” she stutters out. Cassandra looks the platinum blonde up and down. Just when she thought this girl may be different to the others-turns out she’s wrong. Of course some busty, blonde like her couldn’t imagine meeting a gay female. God, they’re all the fucking same!
“Yeah I am, so go ahead call me whatever you want, I’ve heard it all already,” defensively states Cassandra and again Elle blinks at her in shock.
“I wasn’t going to-I didn’t-look I think you have the wrong-”
“Whatever Blondie,” sighs Cassandra rolling her eyes and turning around to go back to her apartment.
“Wait!” calls Elle, “er-listen Cassandra...have you got any plans for tonight?”
Cassandra’s moss green eyes blink at her in surprise as she twists around.
“What?” she echoes, unclear of what she’s just heard.
“Well, if you’re not doing anything tonight, I’ve got a large meat feast pizza and some horror movies,” offers Elle. It sure beats spending time alone doing that and if Elle can get to know Cassandra better, then it just sweetens the deal all the more.
“No-I mean yes- I mean....” Cassandra sighs, letting out a short laugh as she tries her response again, “No, I don’t have any plans and yes, that sounds awesome.”
“Great,” beams Elle at her.
Elle invites Cassandra into her small student apartment who with Elle’s permission relaxes on the couch as Elle goes to warm up the pizza.
Elle steels a glance at Cassandra whose lean legs are crossed over one another as she glances around her apartment. God, how she’d love those legs bare and wrapped around her,