Roomates –(Arianna)

I was not a happy camper at the thought of moving my stuff. Thankfully with the confiscation of most of it there was not a lot to move. Moving also served to place me in a room with someone else. And somebody was better than nobody in my book. That Vera was unhappy with me and had assigned me a roommate was evident. Though this too worked to my advantage. Had the head girl truly understood me I would have been locked away for all human contact.

Still the lack of nicotine was a problem. Several years ago, soon after puberty had hit I had picked up the disgusting habit out of shear necessity. Someone had claimed it helped calm the nerves and my nerves were frazzled. So at 14 I had my first drag and with it the feelings that invaded my thoughts and never felt like they were mine had gone away. The fucking head girl did not understand what I was going through now…could not understand that I had felt things in her rooms that were not my feelings and yet were trying to be. I fucking hated that sensation, those prickles at the edge of you that you know are not yours and still seem to be. Nicotine seemed to block that feeling.

And there in lay my problem…I had to be around other people and if I did not have a cigarette I almost could not stand it as I swore they broadcast their feelings to me and got me all mixed up as to what I was feeling. I got miserable and out of sorts…I might yell and scream like I had in Vera’s rooms which was not my real nature. Fuck me….

Gathering up my stuff and pausing to say good riddance to the uncomfortable bed I dragged the carry all behind me on its squeaky left wheel all the way down to the middle of the hallway across from the private elevator to the Head girls rooms. She might just have planned this as an effort to keep a more watchful eye on me. The thought did not sit well for I had no desire to be a trouble maker and that seemed to be the label I would wear for now.

Swiping the key card I entered the room, a dark harried girl sitting straight upon her bed the brush pausing in its movements as her eyes met mine and then quickly darted away but not before I witnessed the lush green of forests pooled within. Like all the girls I had met she was pretty, yet her demeanor seemed to almost make her invisible. Well…for starters she would never succeed at that with me.

“Hello…my name is Cala…and…well I think I am your new roommate so pleased to meet your acquaintance. Never mind me…I have the shakes and I might be PMS and that fucked up head girl won’t give me any more nicotine patches till I prove myself to her. “ Tossing my carry-on onto the bed and slipping the ankle-length skirt with the long slit up the side off my legs with a sigh of relief…I felt curious about the skirt…new I shouldn’t …shit….I had not even realized that she had said nothing. Nor had I given her space to do so.

“Yeah…special uniform thanks to my dads meddling in my entire fucked up life”, unwrapping the green headscarf from around my head and shoulders so I could shake out my curly brown lochs. That to I chucked onto the bed…followed by the long sleeved blouse. I breathed a sigh of relief as the oppressive heat lessoned. Pulling the bra over my shoulders I dropped it to the bed as well…quickly followed by the disgusting panties. Dropping onto the now clothes covered mattress I stretched continuing my story. “Yeah… I was off to do my first porno shoot and whalla…I end up in the gulag on the other side of the world…no boys…only girls, which is not to say I have not done the girl girl boy thing and had a ball, but no dick…no movie career, no, I have to be here..wearing traditional Arabic woman’s clothing when I grew up in America and am western as they come. Shit…the fucker was one step ahead of me the whole way and that really gets to me…and then I get here and the head girl has it out for me….I need some nicotine patches or some cigarettes…hey…you don’t suppose you could get me a couple of patches or do you have some smokes?” I looked at her…at that face and felt …felt her.

Arianna continued to sit on her bed, then heard the squeak of wheels and looked up as the door opened, revealing Cala. She instantly felt the anger in this girl, could see it in her eyes, and looked away, resuming the long strokes of the brush going through her hair.

Sitting up straight, she looked over at Cala again as the girl started talking a mile a minute, but was polite to not interrupt or say anything, her cheeks reddening slightly as Cala swore, but she was getting used to the fact that a lot of students swore at the school.

When Cala started undressing, Arianna politely looked away, putting her brush down on the bedside table, listening still to what Cala was saying, or trying to listen anyway, finding it difficult to keep up with her, but still she understood what was being said. Pushy parents, she saw a lot of that over the years.

Once she heard the movement of the bed, she felt bold enough to turn back and look at Cala, and nodded politely, and once Cala had finished talking, she bit her lip slightly, wondering what to say and how to say it.

"Well... it is nice to meet you, Cala. I'm Arianna, I'm relatively new here. I am sorry you wound up here, since from what I have noticed about this place it is a place to try to... pull girls into line." She says, then shakes her head, dark hair swinging slightly. "No, I'm sorry. I don't have any cigarettes or patches, and I do not think it wise for me to go and get you things that others have stopped you getting. I really do not want any trouble, for myself, for you." She says, knowing she sounded goody-goody, but she was being honest. The last thing she needed was trouble. She turned away, and reached for a book on her side table, wanting to just relax. She'd never had a roomie before, and wondered if it was as great as people said it was.

The girl spoke in measured tones…smart girl…and for that I was glad. Nothing was worse than a bubble headed bleached blond to kill the joy of life. There were too many things to learn…to discuss and not having someone of any sort of intellect to talk to killed the joy one could find in life.. SO no luck with the cigs…but so far the heat of her feelings was not intruding on me, I breathed a sigh of relief and moved.


I rolled over onto my side cradling my head upon my arm to better see her. The seat slowly evaporated off my naked body, the cool air feeling good as it wafted across my skin. I’d never had a roommate, and being an only child had not experienced the give and take that must no doubt go on. Her bed was nicely made up, a comforter and pillow arrangement carefully placed all correct like. My eyes scanned more of her side of the room, finding not a piece of cloting on the floor. The desk had only a few items on it and each of them seemed to have been placed on purpose…already my stuff lay about and I had not even begun to unpack. Crap…a neat freak…I was no doubt going to get on her nerves. Of course I had to make an effort.

“I….Arianna, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all, but I am not used to sharing a room though I like the idea…I like the though of having a pal…even a fuck buddy, but I well want to make sure this works cause I suppose I can be a little over the top and the way you continue to avoid looking directly at me I start thinking that maybe the nudity thing is a bit much…I’m sorry to make you feel like that. I wasn’t thinking…sorry for my fuck up, please let me know if I am infringing on your space or sensibilities at any time.”

I got up, rummaging through the now open case till I could pull the bed sheet out and wrapped it around my chest to hang loose. Dumping the rest of my meager collection or clothes on the bed I went about making the profound effort of cramming them in the empty drawers of the dresser or throwing them in the closet. Finally I set up the camera upon its tripod and pointed it at my bed…not certain that this device might do to my roomie.

“Ok” scanning my part of the room from the rumbled sheet upon the bed to the now put away clothes and suitcases. “that should do nicely, what you reading?”