Page 268 of His Virgin Romance Series

I didn’t even bother with my key. I knew the door would be open. I almost walked into someone who was standing right by the entrance.

“Sorry,” I said.

The guy I had bumped into turned to me with foggy unfocused eyes. He looked me up and down shamelessly and gave me a seedy smile. “What’s your name?”

“Uh… Gabby.”

“You the roommate?” he asked.

“I am,” I said, resisting the urge to add ‘unfortunately.’

“Damn, girl, you are fine,” he said, looking me over once more. “I’ve always had a thing for blonds.”

“Excuse me,” I said, trying to side-step him. “I need to get to my room.”

“Want some company?” he asked, with another creepy smile.

“I really, really don’t,” I said, walking around him.

I spotted Sandra on the sofa with her hands and legs draped over a huge guy with tattoos running up and down his arms. His head was shaved, and I saw a tattoo on the side of his head. He didn’t look like any student who went here, and I felt an instant spasm of worry. I coughed as the stench of marijuana crackled through the air.

“Sandra,” I said, stomping over to her.

“Oh, hi, roomie,” Sandra said as a puff of smoke wafted from her mouth. She gave me a dreamy smile, and I knew she was high… probably too high to talk to, but I tried anyway.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Ugh… you have that face,” she said.

I frowned. “What face?”

“That face that tells me that you’re going to be a killjoy.”

I gritted my teeth together. “This is the third party you’ve had this week,” I reminded her. “I don’t think I need to remind you that parties are prohibited in the dorm rooms.”

“This is not a party,” Sandra replied. “This is just a… gathering.”

“Yeah, cutie,” said the guy running his hand up and down Sandra’s thigh. “You need to chill… want a smoke?”

“No,” I said firmly. “I do not want a smoke. What I want is some peace and quiet.”

“Maybe you should go to the library then,” Sandra suggested.

“You’re going to get us into trouble,” I said, making one last attempt to get through to Sandra.

“We’ve gotten away with it so far.”

I shook my head at her and headed to my room to collect a few books before going to the library. I didn’t want to be around in case the resident assistant showed up. Alison Spencer was not someone who looked like she believed in turning the other way when she spotted something wrong. I had just left my room and I was heading towards the door when I heard a loud knock.

No one seemed concerned with answering it, and just as I was about to approach, the door opened, and none other than Alison Spencer walked in. She already looked pissed off, and the moment she stepped inside and took in the small crowd and the joints that were being passed around, her eyes narrowed with cold annoyance.

“Someone turn off the damn music,” she said, just loud enough to get everyone’s attention.

I saw Sandra jump to her feet and knock off the music. I also noticed that she tried to hide the joint in her hand. I could have told her that that was pointless. She stunk of pot, and her eyes gave her away anyhow.

“Whose apartment is this?” she asked.

Sandra didn’t say a word, so I stepped up. “It’s mine,” I said. “I share it with Sandra.”

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