--My edges have always been rough--{Tiffany}

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Oakley? At the gym? Let's start off by explaining that Oakley James was NOT the type of girl to be running around sweating all over the place. That is, unless there was a certain someone of the opposite gender laying beside her breathless with a goofy smile on his face in the confines of her own home. Yes, that, she would be completely fine with sweating. Here, at the gym? Absolutely, positively NOT. so, why was she here?

Well, the brunette had realized how much time she spent sitting in front of the computer, flirting with little boys, and she figured it was time to get a little exercise to make up for it....HA! just kidding. Oakley had the body of a goddess, and she knew that. Why mess it up with unnecessary muscles. She was not into the whole manly woman look. 

The real reason, you ask? To scope out some fine piece of ass to take home, of course! She'd been pretty lonely after her little rendezvous with Professor Munroe. She supposed it was a one time thing, but afterwards, she sort of hoped it wasn't. I guess you could cal her disappointed. Maybe that's why she was in this man-drought. Sighing to herself, she took a swig of her water bottle while scanning the premises for some hot guy to walk her way. It shouldn't take long. She was a James, after all.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany had been here at Winchester with nothing to do for a while. She had been sitting around in her dorm, looking at all the options she could do in Las Vegas, but nothing interested her. She supposed this would be a good time to read a little in her devotional book, but she had already read ahead for the next 5 days. All Tiffany did was mess around on her new computer her parents bought her. Her mom and dad called several times. Despite Tiffany's nature not to lie, she did, saying that she had already made many friends and loved everything here.

Looking at a campus map in her room, she saw the small gym logo, and then looked down at her belly, pinching the 3 tiny fat rolls there. She sucked them in, then puffed them back out. "I need to get rid of that." The truth is, Tiffany had been eating nothing but junk since she got here, and way too much of it, that was gluttony, which was a sin. She quickly changed into her shorts and an old youth camp t-shirt. She stuffed her tennis shoes into her bag and marched to the gym, following the directions on the campus map.

Once she arrived in the gym, she found a bench to sit on. She pulled her sneakers out of her bag, glancing around the gym. She saw several big muscled men on the machines and treadmills, all of them happened to be full. "Well, maybe one of them will notice I'm waiting and they'll be polite enough to get off." After all, she was the only woman in here, besides the skinny dark haired girl in the corner, staring lustfully at the man on the treadmill. Tiffany shook her head, praying for the girl. She had finished putting on her sneakers and sat patiently, waiting for a man to get off an exercise machine. Tiffany kept staring back at the only other girl in the gym, wishing she could have her breast size. God had blessed Tiffany with small breasts, but sometimes, she just wanted worldly things, such as silicone. After all, it was her sin nature to want things she didn't have. Tiffany suddenly felt very insecure, wishing she hadn't come here. Her face flushed, praying very hard that one man would just step off the treadmill, so she would have to avoid staring back at her little fat rolls.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

"mm. Mm. MMMM." she muttered, watching the man running, practically undressing him with her eyes. Oakley had always had this thing for big arms, and this guy had them. Biting her lip, she leaned forward, absentmindedly showing herself off for him if he ever looked over his shoulder. Normally, she would have played this game with a little more class and smoothness, but Oakley hadn't had a man between her sheets in a couple of weeks, and desperation was sort of expected at this point.

Standing, Oakley flipped her dark hair behind her and began walking over to the man, who hadn't even looked at her in the past five minutes. Oakley was not one to go without attention, so she decided she'd just have to make herself known. As she walked over, she felt as though someone was watching her. Turning her head quickly and stopping in her tracks, her eyes fell on a little Blonde who seemed to be staring nervously at her as well as her stomach. 

This was certainly odd. She had seen this girl before. Well, online. Accruing to the chatroom junkies, she was the campus bible thumper, a party pooper. Poor girl, she looked so alone. Did Oakley care, though? No. Although, she almost Felt Obligated to talk to her. Not to be a good friend, no, no, not that. Not that at all. Oakley just felt she needed to be put in her place after causing her to miss out on getting a guy's number. Smiling slyly, she turned on her heels and made her way towards the bench.

"Um, excuse me? What the hell are you doing staring at me like that? I mean, I don't blame you...but doesn't this bible of yours state that gayness is wrong? Guess what sweetie, it sure as hell looks like you're participating in it by staring at my chest." she said in a snappy little voice. Poor Tiffany, if she only knew how Oakley got cranky without sex. Sitting beside her, she looked towards the man still on the treadmill. "See that guy there? Yeah, he was almost mine...until you started making me feel...self conscious." self conscious? HA! Oh Oakley, you liar. Oh well, might as well give this Tiffany girl something to think about.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany crossed and uncrossed her legs impatiently as she watched the girl practically give herself to one of the men. She prayed more for the girl, half-way wishing that she would leave the gym. Tiffany reached into her bag and pulled out a water bottle with one inch of water in it. She downed the water, and then started crinkling the weak plastic nervously.

Suddenly, she saw the girl walk towards the bench. Maybe she was going to say hello. Finally, maybe a new friend. But, when she spoke, Tiffany knew instantly that this girl didn't want to be friends. Her attitude was off the wall, which caused Tiffany to turn scarlet red. This wasn't the first time someone assumed she was gay for staring at a girl's chest. This was especially embarrassing because Tiffany hadn't said two words to insult this girl and she was going off on her. Tiffany felt tears prick her eyes, but she held them back. She wasn't going to be a baby this time. No way.

The girl was all upset because she missed out on her chances with the man on the treadmill. Please, you missed out on your chances because you're easy, and the last time she had checked, guys don't particularly like that, unless they're easy too. Tiffany really shouldn't feel hatred toward this girl, she had no reason to. She had nothing to say to this girl. Nothing at all. You're supposed to love your enemies and pray for those who put you down and turn the other cheek. She prayed for strength for the duration this girl was in the room, so then she could go back to her room and look up exercise moves online. Tiffany blinked once, fighting the tears.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Raising an eyebrow at the girl before crossing her arms across her chest, waiting for some explaining, she realized the girl was on the verge of crying. Okay, so maybe Oakley was not the sweetest, most caring girl in the world, and yes, her last comments were a bit harsh, but seriously, she was going to cry? Oakley might have been a little bitch sometimes, bit really, she was harmless, and making girls cry was not something she did often. SHe almost felt bad.

Sighing, she sat down beside her, and looked back towards the guys who were now getting off the treadmills. Still resenting that she hadn't gotten one of them home with her, she turned back to glare at the blonde, but softened. THe bible thumper...For some reason, making a christian cry was worst than making a nonchristian cry. It almost made you feel like you were going to Hell twice as long or some shit like that.

Rolling her eyes, she nudged the girl beside her and raised both eyebrows at her this time. "Look, don't give me that look...ugh, it's not you...Okay, well it kind of is because you distracted me from getting some ass tonight, but mostly it's because I'm cranky...Don't cry though. You're an adult, act like it..." she said, looking down at the water bottle being crunched in the girl's hands. THis girl was the epitome of perfect. IT made Oakley sick. furrowing her eyebrows she finally spoke again after a few moments. "Look, I can tell you're quietly judging me...It's written all over your face...so....yeah, stop. Anyways, I'm Oakley." she said, not really bothering asking her who she was. It wasn't like they were going to be best friends or anything.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany stared at the girl sternly in the face. The girl was pissed, when suddenly she looked like she was kind of guilty for doing something. Tiffany felt empowered, making Oakley feel guilty. She sat down beside her, which was what she didn't want. At all. Tiffany then noticed a man stepping of the treadmill. Just as she was about to stride over to the machine, the girl nudged her, complaining about how she wasn't going to have sex today, because of her, apparently. Oakley was right, Tiffany shouldn't have been crying, but this was one of her first encounters here and to be given so much sass broke her.

Oakley seemed very disgusted by Tiffany. It's strange because Tiffany almost returned the favor. This girl was so obsessed with sex, it wasn't healthy. She introduced herself impolitely, assuming that Tiffany was judging her, which was.. partially true, but to be fair, Oakley had judged her, thinking that she was gay.

Tiffany relaxed her grip on the water bottle and spoke, after clearing her throat. "I'm Tiffany. You probably knew that." She reached up and played with the ends of her hair. "and I'm not gay. I just want bigger ones." She glanced down quickly at her breasts. She crossed her legs, knocking the water bottle down onto the ground, not bothering to pick it up. She was waiting for Oakley to leave, so she could jump on the treadmill and run all her anger away.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

This girl was still looking at her, judging her! Okay, so maybe Oakley wasn't the classiest girl in the world. Yeah, she had sex with random guys and no, she didn't regret it one bit. SHe was a slut. But, Oakley knew that already, and honestly didn't need this girl to tell her twice. Especially considering she knew nothing about Oakley.

Rolling her eyes, the brunette, stood up and looked down at the blonde, as if feeling the need to be superior to her, to look down on her condescendingly. "And, why would I know that, TIffany?" she asked, her voice seeping with disrespect. Of course she knew who Tiffany was, but she wasn't about to give Little Miss Perfect the satisfaction of having people know who she was. No, no. Oakley would lie.

THe next comment struck her interest. She wanted a bigger chest? That was different. What would this little girl do with bigger boobs? She was too modest to show them off, too christian to let boys look at them...THey would be a waste! Looking towards the girl, she smiled slightly, laughing a little at the comment. "So, what's his name?..." she said, pausing for a moment, but then speaking up again to clarify. "Who are you trying to impress that you want bigger knockers for them to look at? I'm not dumb, there has to be a reason. I mean, you're not exactly the skanky type, so there must be a certain someone you want to notice you...." Looking down quickly before looking back up, she finished with "BEcause with those, I'm sure no one is looking at you in that way. No offense." Believe it or not, Oakley sort of wanted to help the poor girl.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany was startled a bit when Oakley jumped up again, staring down at her, acting like a mother about to spank her daughter. Tiffany answered her question with about as much sass as Oakley was giving her. "I just assumed. I've been given the title 'Bible Thumper.' and most people don't like me without even getting to know me, so I can write 'Oakley' on that list, no?" She blinked once innocently, standing up as well, snatching her bag and placing it over her shoulder.

At Oakley's next question, Tiffany's eyes widened a little and she blushed hard. "Nobody.. I'm not trying to impress anybody." She looked down at her shoes. "I-I've always wanted bigger ones. It's just the way I want them to be. I feel like a 13 year old girl with these boobs and I want to feel like a woman." Tiffany put on a stern face and looked up to Oakley's face. The truth was, Tiffany was trying to impress somebody, but she wasn't about to gush about boys with this rude girl. She wasn't going to gossip about silly things with someone who put her down, making her feel like nothing.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

"excuse me?" was all Oakley had to say to this girl's sass. Apparently Miss Tiffany was a 'bible thumper'. Already, Oakley knew this, but it wasn't like she was going to label her that and make fun of her. No, that wasn't the reason Oakley was being so cross. It was the fact that Tiffany thought SHE was better than her! That didn't fly with Oakley. No, not in the least bit.

Laughing a little as Tiffany lied so badly, Oakley took a step forward toward the blonde, her eyelids making her eyes narrow in examination. "Sweetums, I may not be the smartest girl at WInchester, but I sure as fucking hell am NOT retarded, so don't even play that 'since I was a little girl' bullshit that you're trying to pull over on me. I was actually considering helping you out with...those mosquitoe bites, but since you feel your horse is much too high for someone of my 'ways', if you will, to climb up and help you get what you want, I was terribly mistaken." she said. Ah, the ole' guilt trip, something Oakley had perfected over the years. Turning on her toes, she began to leave the girl at peace before waving over her shoulder with the words "Good luck with Abraham by the way, dear."

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Oakley looked genuinely mad at her next response. Tiffany got a little scared. She couldn't fight worth 5 cent. When Oakley took a step toward her, her eyes were just little slits. She leaned back as far as she could from the brunette. She spit out curse words at Tiffany, spewing words of anger at the scared blonde.

When Oakley finished yelling, she quickly spun around and told her to have good luck with Abraham. How did she know? Of all people? Surely Abraham wouldn't spread things. Tiffany was breathing heavily, her nostrils flared as she watched the brunette swayed her hips out of the gym. She could feel the heat from her face lessen down. Tiffany's grip on her bag loosened, causing her to drop it. She strode over to the treadmill and ran, and ran for a long, long time. She wanted to stop replaying the scene over and over in her head, but she couldn't. This girl really didn't like Tiffany. What did she ever do to Oakley? She wiped the tear from her cheek off and ran more, praying that this whole thing wouldn't be such a big deal.

(Girl, this thread be done.)