You quickly depart to the safety of your own room, breathing a deep sigh of relief that's for once not tainted with the smell of ass. You lean against your closed door for a few minutes before quickly losing yourself in a long, hot shower.
Back in Maggie's solo room, Brittany fumes at her former friend.
“You lied to me about someone I care about, so I’m going to lie about you to someone you care about. Sounds like a fair exchange, right?”
Without waiting for a response, the tall Asian tucks her former friend between her cheeks for safekeeping. She shrugged, she figured it was far from the worst thing that Maggie had done to her neighbor.
It took her just a few minutes to forge the text message screen shots she knew she needed and she stood up confidently. She glanced back toward her ass and smirked.
She didn't know exactly what Maggie had done to her friend or what she planned to do, but whatever it was she was going to pay dearly for it.
::Knock knock::
"Um, hello?" a tall shapely brunette asked curiously as she opened the door. "Do I know you?"
"Hi!" Brittany smiled chipperly. "You're Sydney, right? Captain of the soccer team? I'm Maggie's neighbor and I have some news you'll want to hear," she said, growing less chipper as she spoke.
"Uh, OK. Yeah come on in," Sydney responded confused.
Brittany took a deep breath and started, not wanting to leave the strong, confident Sydney confused any longer than she needed to.
"You guys had that big playoff game against State, right? You were heavy favorites, but you lost. And Maggie...she didn't play too well, right?" Brittany started.
Sydney nodded. "Comes with the territory when you start a freshman sometimes," she responded with a shrug.
“Not in this case. Maggie was bragging over the break about all the cash she got from well connected alumni for throwing the game. She passed along your game plan and when that wasn’t enough, made sure she was just out of position for a few key moments,” Brittany explained with sadness in her voice.
“What? No, there’s no way Maggie would do that. She’s way too dedicated,” Sydney responded.
“I took screenshots of the texts. I can air drop them to you,” Brittany offered. After a quick moment, Sydney had all the “evidence” she needed. Not only confessions from Maggie’s phone, but pictures of the new clothes she bought with all the money she made herself.
“That little bitch. I’ll kill her!” Sydney said, immediately fuming.
“Before you go storming off, I have one more thing that you might want to see,” Brittany said, moving her hand to her ass and plucking out the squished form of Maggie, which she deposited in Sydney’s shocked hand.
“You did this over a soccer match? But you don’t even play…” Sydney asked in shock.
“...among other things. She hurt some friends of mine and lied to us about it, I don’t really want to get into all the details now, but suffice it to say she’s not the person any of us thought she was…” Brittany said trailing off.
“Anyway, as team captain I trust that you’ll know what to do better than I did. I need to go back to check on my friends. Can I trust you to do the right thing?” the Asian asked with a knowing look.
Sydney clenched her fist around Maggie.
“Oh yes,” she said abruptly.
As Brittany left her room and hustled back to her own dorm, Sydney grabbed her phone and pulled up a group with several of the upper classmen on the team.
“Meet me in the locker room in an hour. It’s important.” she wrote.
"Ah, thank you drama school," Brittany whispered to herself as she put distance between herself and Sydney's apartment.
Back in your room, you were just stepping out of the longest shower you've ever taken. You still weren't sure that it was enough, but you wrapped yourself in a clean towel and put on a new pair of boxers, happy to finally have something soft, warm, and clean smelling on your body. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door. You see that it's Brittany and quickly let her in despite your partially dressed status.
Your neighbor immediately wraps you in a tight, apologetic hug before pulling back.
"Uh, I'm sorry Tony. I know you just showered, but....you still smell like ass," she says with a smirk in an attempt to lighten the mood.
She moves over to your bed and sits down, gesturing for you to sit beside her.
"Now, I need to hear it. Tell me exactly what Maggie did to you," she says, preparing herself for the worst.
You swallow hard and begin...
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