Bette squeezed Alice’s hand, “I mean it. You said so yourself, we had
the best ***** time of our lives together. And, come on, don’t you
think the girls will find it attractive that you’ve got connections
with the “older crowd”? It’ll make you look kinda mature or
experienced.”

Alice barely stifled a chuckle at how silly Bette looked making a sign
of parentheses with her fingers. “Oh, I’m experienced alright!” She
nudged Bette and wiggled an eyebrow playfully.

Bette laughed. Somehow, Alice always knew how to lighten up an awkward
situation. And she also always knew how to add sexual innuendo into any situation. “Oh, Alice, only you could insert a line like that into a breakup.”

“You’d be surprised how I come up with these little lines that you make fun of. It’s hard work to have a witty mind, you know.”

“Well, speaking of work, I should run. Someone should’ve told me
starting your own gallery would be a shitload of work! Sara Gilbert’s
coming by the gallery in an hour to look at the space. Still coming by
for dinner?” Bette asked, already taking the cellphone out of her
pocket, a hopeful look on her face.

“Maybe… might meet some freshmen and, well, you know how these things go.” She replied with a wink.

“Hah! With you, it’s always the same. It’s been the same since you were
a freshman two years ago. Should I warn the freshmen already to stay
off the walls?” Bette teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Warn’em all you want, Miss Porter. But all they have to see is my
pretty ***** on the dance-floor…” and Alice demonstrates by doing a
little *****-dance, “and they are hooked, baby! Hands, limbs, lips,
tongues –EVERYWHERE! I’d tell you the rest, but hey, I can’t be held
accountable for everything that happens on the dance-floor, now can I?”

Bette, still laughing, slowly starts to walk away. “Okay, I’ll see you
tonight or I won’t. Either way, I’m going now.” She waved with her
cellphone-hand and walked away with a smile on her face.

Alice watched her walk across the courtyard to the parking lot with an
eased but confident gait. She looked after her for a moment and was
taken aback by the kind of woman Better Porter was – fun, spontaneous
and edgy while able to be responsible, learned and ridiculously
successful at the same time!

“Bette Porter, you are something else.” Alice took one last look in the
direction of the parking lot Bette’s SAAB just exited. Remembering that
she’d wanted to be mopey in her dorm room, she turned to walk towards
the residences.


BAM!!!

She slammed right into a map someone had been holding up and, subsequently, slammed into the person holding the map as well.

“Omigosh! Holy *****! I’m sooo sooo sorry! I–I’m new here and I’m a
little lost …god, you must think I’m such a–such a geek.” The girl
babbled her apologies, trying her best to keep her eyes on the blonde
only from the shoulder-up once she realized who she’d bumped into.
Alice, on her part, tried her best to look like she was listening to
the girl apologize when in actuality the only thought in her head was
“Oh, you’re “such-a”, alright …such-a-hottie!“

“I can’t even find the sports centre and my appointment is in five
minutes! Why am I telling you this?! I-I’m sorry, again, but I have to
go…”

The brunette turned to leave but the blonde wasn’t ready to let her go
so easily. Doing as Bette did to her earlier when she tried to leave,
Alice reached out a hand to hold the brunette by the arm. The corner of
her mouth turned up into a smirk when she felt the toned muscles
underneath her soft skin.

“Not so fast, Mel C …just hold on a second.”

TBC