<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/51a729e0c03fb7ad1880388870b63d34/tumblr_mkcaw6r9gL1rkr8qco6_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Sosa<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Postgraduate<br/><strong>Major:</strong> Dance &amp; Theatre<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Need to distress. Room-mate acting weird as suck.  <br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong> 09|28|16 7PM - ??<br/><strong>Location</strong>: In the fray dancing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sophia -  <em><strong>open</strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Postgrad with barely enough money to do anything aside from sustaining his constant hunger. Tommy burned through food quicker than most people just because of his dancing. The guy had no other choice but to share a dorm room in Lancelot dorms. Not that it bothered him so much as who he was getting paired off with. He really did wish he could afford to live off campus, but his parents' house was too damn far away other then visiting every other week for laundry. He would have pledged a fraternity but he was so busy with his double major he had no time for rush week let alone all the insane time and parties that would go on in Sorority/fraternity row. So he was stuck so to speak with whatever female the Jamison Clarke staff forced him to room with that year. <br/><br/>Heck, he would have been alright with a full on lesbian at this point, let alone a bisexual girl who's sole purpose was to drive him batshit crazy. Fuck her and her perfect ass, and damn her for being athletic. Why? Dear god Thomas was not a happy camper, always having to avoid his room like the plague and trying to fall asleep way before she showed up at night. It was easier avoiding her. She was gay, in the program, he got that memo with the way she chose to ignore him and avoid him like the plague. She clearly was not into guys and didn't want him as room-mate. Fine by him he didn't want her either. He was too busy with his studies anyways. <br/><br/>BULLSHIT. He wanted her so badly. <br/><br/>Thomas really wasn't going to attend the back to school party. Usually, it was full of all the <em>scrub the gay</em> away kids. But fuck it, he needed to avoid his dorm, best to steer clear of the hot basket case of a room-mate.  <br/><br/>And there he was, dressed very casual and dancing in the fray when he felt the perfect ass on his. Turning around to glide up behind her as she turned and snaked her arms around him the guy's jaw dropped. Confusion set in and so did the twinge in his dick as she pressed herself to him. Friends? Why the fuck not. Tommy decided in the moment that the friends deal she had mentioned before was going to be harder than it seemed. His jeans a bit skinny his black long sleeve t-shirt snug on his body as he gazed down at the petite blond, her tits in that little white number were hard to miss. Licking his lips as he bit his bottom lip and swayed his hips against her, his arms snaking around her lower back to pull her in. Fuck her ass. He wanted to grab it badly. <br/><br/>He didn't give a shit if she looked disappointed, why did she get up on him then? Allowing him to dance with her like this? Why was she so complicated? Why didn't she talk more? Ok, that part wasn't fair, Thomas was pretty damn stoic when he didn't know someone well enough. He could see her brows knitting together but he continued to press her closer and gyrate his hips in a way that he knew would work if she was even remotely interested. Besides, he wasn't going to pass up the chance to possible slip and grab her ass. Whoops. So he grinned at her, grinned and showed her his pearly whites. <br/></span></span>