"You know she won't find out," Renee smiles, pacing around playfully, her hands behind her back as she looks closely at all of your room's entirety, eyes scanning every little thing as if she were a hawk. She scowls at the polaroid you have on the wall of your girlfriend, but quickly covers her expression up as she comes close to you, resting her hands on your shoulders.

"Plus, what's wrong with bringing a friend to your room? Don't tell me you're stuck with a girlfriend that uptight," she continues, rolling her eyes, a sly grin prominent on her lips. Renee's been making every excuse to come see you, every excuse to latch onto your arms. What she wants is certain: you. The only thing stopping you from being hers is your girlfriend.