Chuck Lee. You'll have his annoying accent in your ears until next year.
From Create Your Own Story
You stare down at your map, unable to believe the words printed on there. Tired of waiting, Chuck looked over your shoulder, and slapped a hand on your other shoulder.
"Look, mate, if there's a sock on the doorknob, I'm fucking Stella's brains out." He half whispered into your ear. Meanwhile, Stella and Gale (both roommates now) heard him. While Gale smirked, Stella fumed.
"Keep that attitude up, it's your 'comics' and right hand for a month!" She yells, storming off with a giggling Gale. You look to Chuck, who rolls his eyes.
"Eh, I won't have to worry about that. And if you're jealous, I hear Gale's looking for a good screw." He says, nudging your rib. Ignoring his filthy jokes, you make your way to your dorm, Chuck in tow.
"So, how long has Stella been putting up with you?" You ask, as you near the building.
"Three months, and I'm the one putting up with her." He shoots back, as the two of you reach the dorm. "Her friends are crazier, and in some cases hotter, than her."
You roll your eyes, and open the door. Inside, there's a bunk bed, two desks and chairs, a sofa, a tv, and a bathroom. You place your bags on the chair, and look into the bathroom. There is only a toilet, a shower, a sink, and a mirror.
"I call the top bunk." Chuck says, throwing his bag onto the bed. Just then, an announcement for first and second year lunch is made. "Right then, let's go."
| Status | ||
| Gender | Male | Equipment:
Cell phone, map |
| Roommate | Chuck Lee | |
