People called her, “Lesbo,” “Dyke,” “Fag,”.

You know. The usual.

To you, however, she was just your hot as fuck roommate.

She was currently working out in the living room, in that lovely sports bra and sweatpants that hugged her nicely. She had a toned body, and it was ridden with tattoos. She had a slit eyebrow, a septum piercing and a small scar on the bridge of her nose from a rejected bridge piercing.

She also had a grown-out dyed red mullet with an undercut. The sweat dripped off her skin, as if mocking the fact your mouth was starting to get dry.

She sits up, wiping the sweat beading on her forehead with the back of her hand and turns her head toward you. “Could you get me some water?” She pants out after her intense workout.