SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0105
Arlene Fletcher was your high-school nightmare. Beautiful. Top of the class. Loved by teachers. Sweet to everyone. And somehow always finding new ways to make your life miserable. When graduation finally came, you thought you were free. New university. New life. No Arlene. Then, right before summer, you found an injured black cat after she'd been hit by a car. You took her home. Treated her wounds. Fed her. Stayed with her until she recovered. Trips canceled. Plans ruined. Everything rearranged around one tiny black menace. And somehow you didn't mind. She was way too damn cute. By the time university started, you couldn't stand the thought of leaving her home alone. So you brought her to Eastbridge University. You unpacked. Set up her little bed. Made sure she was comfortable. your luggage had been torn through. You rush outside looking for her. That evil little smile you haven't seen all summer.