Free Scandalous Arrangement by Mia Grandy Page A

man, he sent me a few pictures of some random girls he took pictures with while touring the campus. I didn’t expect anything less from my guys; they were real characters. I replied to my messages and told everybody where to meet for lunch.
    I checked the number counter I was up next. I gathered up my things and waited until my number was called. Funny enough patience was a virtue that I did have. My mom used to say, just sit back and wait for all the good things you desire will come to you. I took what she said and added on to it. Yes good things come to those who wait, but greater things come to those who go out and take them. Acquiring what I wanted and living my life to the fullest was my top priority. I mean I only had one life to live so I might as well do what I want, when I want, and get everything I desire no matter what.
    A very handsome man walked out of the cou nselor’s area and called my number. I stood up and said, “Right here”. The look on his face was priceless. He looked at me like I was a pink unicorn floating from the sky. I walked over to him and said “so, I am next right”; he stumbled over his words a bit and said “yes, umm come on back to my cubicle.” As I walked in front of him, I felt him staring at the only thing guys could stare at as I walked in front of them…my voluptuous derrière.
    It was a show stopper indeed. Many men have tried to cop a feel, and have failed. You only get that close when an invitation has been extended. The counselor walked past me to show me to his cubicle. I noticed his name on the cubicle wall; Mr. Charles Johnson senior financial aid counselor. He sat down in front of me and smiled. I gave him a rundown of what I had researched and what I thought I would need money-wise to last me a year.
    I told him I filled out the proper financial aid forms online and that they were waiting for me to speak with a counselor to send the money to that particular school. He told me how impressed he was with me being on top of my game. I told him I like to be in control over what’s happening in my life and to make sure things run as smooth as they can at all times. There was an awkward silence for a minute, and then he cleared his throat and said “well let me check the system and see when your money will arrive.”
    I gave him my student id number, which was given to me when I got my acceptance letter. Mr. Johnson told me that my award money will be in this Thursday. I thought to myself that is perfect timing, I can get all the stuff I need for my apartment and get settled in quicker. I asked him would I have enough money to cover housing, books, tuition, food, etc. He said that I would have to take out a loan to cover my books and part of my housing. I figured he would say something along the lines of taking out a loan. When I get a night job it will cover my other expenses and the loan will pay for anything else I needed. I told Mr. Johnson thanks for everything and that I will be in touch if I need further assistance with financial aid. He shook my hand and I went on my way to the registrar’s office to resister for my classes.
     
    I took a map out of the financial aid waiting area to find the registrar’s office. Funny thing was it was 2 floors down, good thing too; I didn’t want to endure the blistering heat at that particular time. It was 95 degrees outside, and the humidity was a bit elevated. Living in the south had its ups and downs. The winters were more tolerable and the price of living was lower. The cons were the heat, mosquitoes, and worst of all humidity. I often thought about moving to a remote island where the weather was always perfect and I could relax and look good all day.
    I arrive d to register for my classes and as luck would have it there was no waiting line. I walked in and the lady behind the counter asked me what she could do for me. I pulled out the piece of paper that I printed off with the classes I needed as an incoming freshman. I was