It was Monday, gym day. Bridgette and I met up after class and walked to the gym together as usual.
Giddy, Bridgette said, "Soooo, tell me about your date last night! How did it go? Give me all the details!" I laughed and nudged her, "It was a night to remember.
We both didn't want to say goodbye. We had dinner at Katana, and the food was amazing!" Bridgette stopped in her tracks, "Katana? That place is so expensive! OMG, money bags!" We both laughed.
I didn't think about how expensive the bill was because I never saw the tab, Rendell took care of it.
Hmm, I never did ask him if he had a job; how'd I forget to ask that? Bridgette brought me back to earth and waved her hand in front of my face, "Hello?! So what did you do after dinner?
" I told her about how Rendell and I stargazed and watched the sunrise before we headed back to the dorms. "Honestly, Bridgette, neither one of us wanted the night to end.
I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no; surprisingly, we didn't kiss.
" Her eyes got big, "What?! After a night like that, you two didn't kiss?! What were you waiting for, girl?! He sounds perfect." She is right. He was perfect.
Is there such a thing as "too perfect", though? Maybe I'm overthinking it. He'd given me no other reason to think that he is anything less than spectacular.
After 45 minutes on the elliptical and a mile run on the treadmill, gym day was over, and it was time for Bridgette to catch her train back to Rancho Cucamonga.
It's been two months, and she is still on the waitlist for a dorm room, poor girl. I walked her to the train stop and hugged her goodbye.
Fifteen minutes later, I swiped my green key card and entered building #9, which had become my new home. Shit, I forgot it's laundry day.
I went up to my dorm room to sort my clothes when I saw Aaliyah; she looked at me and rolled her eyes so far back in her head, I thought she was going to faint.
Ugh, she has been a bitch since day one, and we are past day 60. I've got ten more months with this self-entitled, rich kid.
Aaliyah's family was wealthy; her father was a Hollywood lawyer, and her mother was a stay-at-home mom.
As an only child, she got EVERYTHING she asked for, and it's crystal clear every day that she was spoiled.
She left wrappers and trash on the floor, dishes on the table, and clothes on the floor, as if she had a maid. Our place looks trashed because of her; she's as filthy as her attitude.
None of us understood why she was so rude towards all of us, and none of us have had the desire to find out why she acted the way she did; we all avoided her or tolerated her.
Today was different.
After sorting my clothes into three piles: whites, light colors and dark colors, I went to the bathroom to shower and saw Aaliyah brushing her hair and leaving the tangled brown,
curly hair on the counter. "Hey, Aaliyah, I want to hop in the shower. I just got back from the gym. Are you almost done in here?" She glared at me like Satan's spawn but didn't say a word.
With my jaws tight, I went back to my room and waited about 10 minutes and before I went back into the bathroom and saw Aaliyah standing there, blocking the doorway to the bathroom.
Frustrated, I walked up to her and said, "Hey, missy, are you done in there?" She ignored me and blocked me from entering as if she was the gate-keeper to the restroom. "Excuse me, Aaliyah.
What's your deal? I'm just trying to take a shower in OUR bathroom. If you're having a bad day, don't take it out on me.
" I tried to walk by her, and she pushed me with her shoulder and put her hand out, touching the wall, almost close-lining me. She was trying to bully me. That was crystal clear.
I squinted my eyes; pissed off, I pushed back and knocked her frail body onto the sink, "Girl, what the fuck is your problem. You have serious issues. Chill.
" Suddenly she was vocal as she walked away, "Fuck you, you stupid bitch.
" I walked back out of the restroom, "Excuse me? Do you have something you want to get off your chest, or are you mumbling under your breath like a little bitch?
Try me again and see what happens. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. Pick one." I closed the door and turned on the shower. Ugh, I can't stand Aaliyah.
I love her name, but I hate her shitty attitude. Every time I look at her, she is snarling and looks like a pit bull ready to fight.
I finished my shower and threw my dirty gym clothes in the dark pile of laundry. As I loaded my laundry basket, I saw Aaliyah from the corner of my eye standing and staring in the doorway.
I looked up, "You got something you want to say?" This time she wouldn't look at me, "No." As she walked away, I said, "You tried it.
" Aaliyah's roommate, Lisa, overheard me, she chuckled, "Yo, what happened? Aaliyah came into the room, looking sheepish." I looked at Lisa with a smirk and said, "She tried it."