Before you have the chance to invite in or not, you hear the click-click of Miss Stoller's heels approaching. tries to duck away, but it's too late. "So," Miss Stoller says severely, "it doesn't seem to have taken you long to ignore everything I just said!"
"Please, Miss Stoller, it wasn't his fault!" insists. "We've known each other for years, I was just saying hello."
"In the future you'll find more appropriate places to say hello besides his dorm room," Miss Stoller says. "Now, off with you!"
gives you an apologetic look, then leaves.
"Your name?" she asks.
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"Very well, ," Miss Stoller says, facing you with a stern look. "Since this is your first day, and she wasn't actually in your room, I'm going to let you off with a warning. But I will not tolerate having my rules thrown back in my face like this! Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," you say through clenched teeth. This bitch is really pissing you off.
* * * * *
Later that evening, you have even more reason to be pissed off. When you finally get the chance to talk to her, tells you that she'd been hoping to get together with you, but with Stoller in full Femme-Nazi mode, it would probably be best to wait. As if that weren't enough, you happen to look out of your window as the sun goes down and see that one of the other boys who moved in, is already getting it on with one of the girls in the bushes behind the dorm. All you can think about is that it could have been you and if you'd played your cards right and that Thunderbitch hadn't gotten in the way.
After stewing in your own juices for a while, you conclude that you can't let Stoller think she can get away with pushing you around like this, or she'll be doing it to you for the rest of the year. You head down the stairs to her office on the ground floor, steaming mad and ready to let her have a piece of your mind no matter what the cost.
When you reach Stoller's office, you don't even bother to knock but just grasp the doorknob and pull. This leads to four separate discoveries: (1) the door was locked; (2) even if it were unlocked, it should have been pushed, not pulled; (3) the wood on these doors is very old and suffers from dry rot; and (4) you don't know your own strength. The doorknob slips completely out of the door and you end up staggering backwards with it in your hand.
The door creaks slightly open. From inside, you can clearly hear strange moaning sounds. Wondering what Miss Stoller is up to, you peek carefully through the round hole left behind by the doorknob. |