chapter 3- this means war

It only took a few short hours for the quiet old house to make the transition into a loud and frenzied college party. While Mia and Kate’s sorority arrived first, it wasn’t long before the party expanded into something more. The house was packed, even the party room wasn’t enough to contain the mob of college students. The kitchen table had been turned into an emergency pong table, the living room’s couch had been moved against the wall by the bottom of the staircase to create a larger open space for people to dance and mingle. The music was popping, the drinks were flowing, and things were teetering closer to anarchy. Luckily, most everyone knew whose house they were in. A fact that kept even the rowdiest of guys on their best behavior. The only issue of the party was caused because of a long line for the downstairs bathroom..

Hannah pushed passed the crowd and confidently waltzed up the stairs of the house. There had to be an upstairs bathroom. Waiting for the bathroom downstairs was taking way too long. Besides, she couldn’t hold it that much longer and she wasn’t about to use the backyard like some of the boys. Once Hannah reached the top of the steps, she was less than enthusiastic to discover she wasn’t the only girl to have this idea. Waiting outside of the closed bathroom door was a busty red-head, clad in a dark red party dress that perfectly matched the color of her long hair and clung tightly across her little beer belly. Hannah decided to address her, “Hey, I thought people weren’t allowed to use the upstairs bathroom?”

“What are you? The bathroom police?” The red-head countered, as she eyed the tiny girl that had approached her. To say Hannah was small would be accurate, plus she wasn’t wearing heels so that probably didn’t help her cause very much. At only 5’0 and weighting roughly 100 pounds, Hannah knew she was small, but she never let it hold her back from getting what she wanted. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed off the curve of her hips, but that was about all it showed off. While Hannah had a very pretty face and alluring short brown hair, she wasn’t very blessed in the breast or butt departments.

“Nope, but I wasn’t about to wait in that long ass line downstairs.” Hannah replied, as she struggled to speak louder than the music. The red-head she was talking to appeared to be much taller than her, but she was wearing heels. Hannah guessed the girl was probably 5’5 or maybe 5’6 naturally.

“Haha, me either.” The red-head smiled, as she held out her hand, “I’m Kyra.”

“Hannah.” Hannah quickly replied, as she shook her hand and then quickly let go once she realized Kyra’s hands were a little clammy. It was becoming unbearably hot inside the house, so Hannah didn’t voice her disgust. Although, part of her attributed the clamminess to the fact that Kyra was clearly a little overweight. Kyra was a busty girl, but people didn’t naturally have legs that thick, hips that wide, a gut that bloated and breasts so plump without embracing a lazy lifestyle to back it up. Kyra only probably weighted upwards of 170 pounds at most, but compared to Hannah, she was positively enormous.

“Are you in Mia’s sorority?” Kyra inquired, as she leaned against the wall while looking a little nervous.

“Ha! No. I’m guessing you’re not either?” Hannah laughed at the thought.

“No. Not yet. I’m just a freshman.” Kyra admitted. She’d heard a lot about the university during orientation. And plenty about the party scene. Mia’s name had come up more than once. She sounded like a good person to make friends with.

“Then I’ll be honest with you. I wasn’t invited. I’m totally crashing this party. I’d die before I joined a sorority with Mia Preston.” Hannah admitted in an obnoxious fashion.

“If you don’t like her, why are you here?” Kyra tilted her head in confusion. It seemed like everyone had something nice to say about Mia, until now.

“She attracts hot guys like gravity. She’s kinda like one of those bug zappers. She’ll lure guys in close, and then zap them away because she’s such a stuck-up prude. I’m only here because I’ve got a better chance of hitting a home run if I play my game on her field. If you know what I mean.” Hannah casually explained, as Kyra seemed a bit intimidated.

“I get it.” Kyra nodded trying to hide her nerves.

“Your friend in there?” Hannah asked, as she pointed toward the closed bathroom.

“Nope, some snooty b*tch rushed in front of me before I could go.” Kyra responded trying to sound cool in front of the upperclassman.

“Yeah, sounds like Eta Lambda Pi material.” Hannah spat, as she leaned closer to the freshman, “Did you see what Mia was wearing?”

“No. I got here kinda late.” Kyra admitted, she actually didn’t even know what Mia looked like.

“Talk about a bold outfit. First off, tightest black miniskirt I’ve ever seen. Second, the girl wears a white tube top with no strapless bra. I could totally see her nips. I guess Mia likes her boobies to be free.” Hannah joked, while pretty animated in her mimicry of Mia.

“Gosh, was she not getting enough attention already?” Kyra added, as she subconsciously tried to gain Hannah’s approval.

“She’s an attention wh*re with high standards. Probably because she always gets whatever she wants, but if she doesn’t.. you don’t want to stick around.” Hannah emphasized, as she crossed her arms.

“She sounds a little pretentious.” Kyra commented, as Hannah raised an eyebrow.