It’s a pretty lip, round and plump. Her bite made it redder, and tired as I am, I can’t deny the sudden jolt to my cock.
She’s a very pretty chick.
“A competition?” I repeat, wanting her to keep going as I follow her to the elevator.
“You know—for this.” She gestures to herself. “I’ve won a few before, but never in a city as big as LA, so, there might be better cosplays,” she mumbles.
“You look good. Even your Masamune is pretty realistic. I’d say the only flaw’s the eyes.”
She gapes at me open-mouthed. “You knowFinal Fantasy?”
Her green eyes take me in from head to toes, widening in surprise.
I’ll admit, I’m a bit of a cliché, the poster boy for preppy guys, with my chinos, shirt, and blazer.
I smirk. “We all have our deep, dark secrets. Mine’s finishingFinal Fantasy XIIin under a week when it first came out.”
She beams. “It was a pretty good story, wasn’t it? Too bad about fifteen.”
“Right? I haven’t really touched a game since. I mean, I considered Zelda, but I’m not into the Switch.”
“Oh youmusttry it, it’s awesome,” she gushes, launching on a monologue about what clearly is one of her passions. “You can even get a traditional controller for it, if you don’t like the remote.”
We’ve reached her dorm on the second floor. I look around, curious. I’ve never been to the common dorms, but her room’s nice, though I would hate sharing my space with someone else. I see a second bed so she’s likely sharing.
Somehow, I end up following her to her banged-up car and bringing a second lot of heavy boxes up with her. I think to text my mother to explain I’m helping a new chick move in, aware she’ll have my balls at dinner this weekend for missing her speech.
I’m almost sad to watch her drive away two hours later, still in her cosplay.
I wonder if she’ll win.
I wonder what her name is. I never bothered to ask.
But I know her room number, so it doesn’t take me long to work it out.
I snoop, finding out that Lily Trueman’s, nineteen, a freshman with a full scholarship.
She’s smart, then.
To my surprise, none of her classes are creative, despite clearly having some talent with her hands if she managed that cosplay. A bit of a waste of talent.
I find her social media, but nothing shows any of her cosplay, so I hack into her account to figure out more. It doesn’t take me long to find her real profile.
Fuck, she’s good. Andhot. That Catwoman cosplay of hers? Fucking indecent, with her tits. My cock twitches in my pants and I save all the pictures.
By the time I realize that I’ve found another obsession, I’ve read most of her recent emails and private messages.
I’m not as disturbed by my intrusion as I would have been two or three years ago. I know myself now. I’m generally bored and uninterested by anything—anyone. That means that when someone stands out, I always want to know every single thing there is to know about them. Until I’m bored again. My shrink had a field day with me. Ultimately, I stopped therapy, because there was no changing me. Besides, I’m not an actual psycho,unlike half of my friends. I don’tdoanything to those who catch my interest. I just learn about them.
I’ll be bored of this chick by the end of the week, so it doesn’t matter.
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LILY
“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” I demand out loud, clapping as Jack struggles to down his beer.
One month into my first year at Rothford, and I love it here, and not only because I can still wear skirts and shorts in October, while it might already be snowing back home.