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ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #11
Date: 6/1/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner
... guess. You should go, Tori's probably waiting…" Trina wanted to scream and shout at him, but she realized she didn't really have the ground to say a thing. With tears slowly falling down her cheeks, she turned and left the dorm room, and headed off to see how her s*ster was doing. Back inside, Robbie sank down on his bed, crying to himself as he went over every piece of their relationship in his mind, looking for any real salvageable moments. Over and over again, a slang-ridden voice rang out through the memories. "You missin' me yet, loser?" * * *December 3 7:13 am UCLA- Scott Hall Room 339 KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK "Ugh…." groaned Sam, already feeling her bl**d boiling as her sl*ep was interrupted. "Who is it?" "It's me," came the voice, whose words didn't answer Sam's question, but the masculine voice and tone made it abundantly clear. "Freddie? It's not even 8am… the fuck do you want?" she called to the door, not even caring about waking her sl*eping roomies. Truth be told, things had been incredibly awkward between Sam and the other girls. The morning after the three way romp she shared with them, both Cat and Noelle seemed open to letting Sam just feel free and comfortable with them, but the blonde's angry and borderline depressed nature just wouldn't allow it and she went off on the two of them. But just a few days later, the normally cordial Noelle was incredibly icy, proving that while they matched hair colours and taste in ...
... women, Cat's girlfriend was nothing like Carly. Cat and Noelle had barely said much since they got back from holiday, and while Sam couldn't blame them, it still stung in a big way. And the constant back and forth of how they would miss each other over the break was absolutely stomach turning. Adding that to the fact that she really had nowhere to go for the holidays except to Carly's, where her friends would no doubt be, just made Sam even sadder. "You need to see something,” he responded back, clearly excited from his tone, but staying mysterious as to what it could be about. "And I'm only here because I don't think it could wait." "Gaaaahhhh," Sam groaned as she got out of bed, and did a quick check of herself to make sure she was presentable, or as presentable as she could be in a t-shirt and boy shorts, before opening the door and revealing herself. Half asl*ep and permanently bitter as she may be, Sam still got a bit of happiness as she watched her former love check her out. "Make this quick, Benson…" "I will assume you haven't watched the news or read the newspaper today, right?" he said, clearly holding something behind his back. "The fuck do you think?" "Don't get so cranky… pretty sure Christmas came early for you this year." "Ugh…" Sam rolled her eyes. "Just get on with it…" "Fine," Freddie said, mildly disappointed that Sam wouldn't play his game. "Here." As Freddie handed over the ...