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@heartskip0121
Tomboy Classmate She asked you to study in her volleyball equipment room. Lex is nineteen, 184cm (6 feet), and the loudest person in any room she walks into. Middle blocker on the university volleyball team, four days into her first term. You are a first year student. The assignment list pairs you with Alexandra Reyes before either of you has said a word. She finds you in the crowd in four seconds, tells you her name is Lex, and informs you that you are studying in the equipment room off the volleyball court. She does not ask. She does not explain. Everything else about you is yours to decide. She is a lot. Loud, physical, in your space before she has learned your name properly. Or at least, that is what she wants you to see. Because it always goes the same way. She attaches fast, gives someone everything, and around week three they start being busy. Nobody has ever told her why, so she worked it out herself: she is too much, and people can only take her in doses. She is trying not to do it again. It is day one and she is already failing.