Resting bitchface [f+f] – Part 2

Ha – well, as requested, here's a little bit more on that story I'd posted the other day.

(Link to the previous post)

So, it's the end of the first year at uni. Exams and coursework finished, just me Claire and RBF still staying in the flat. Nothing has happened (in that way) between me and RBF since the last story. It was all just a bit odd, so I just left it … I was busy with Uni and having a bit of social life.

Anyway …

Had a bit of a chat with Claire over a late morning tea and toast, she disappears off to do whatever it is she does. I just end up sat in the kitchen by myself listening to the radio. It's been a long week, so not really in any rush to do anything.

Sat there contemplating things … I hear the front door. I expecting Claire, I shout something inane.

"What?" I hear back …

It's clearly RBF.

"Nothing, sorry … thought you where Claire… huh … good night?"

"What?" (sounding a bit flustered)

Resting bitchface [f+f]

A story from a few years back:

First year uni – shared student accommodation. Four girls (including me), each with their own room, but shared kitchen and shared shower.

The other two flat mates were nice people, but not important to this story … today you're going to hear about "resting bitchface" (RBF).

Where to start: thinks she's better than you. Smug. Punchable face. Long dark hair (brunette) – decent body, pale with over plucked eyebrows. Studying something business related.

Pisses me right off from day one.

She had a boyfriend when she started uni – I guess that died a death about 6 months in, as that's when she really started pissing us all off.

Lots of petty complaints, but the peak was her writing a letter (an actual hand written letter) to student services about us "treating the place like a squat" (her exact words – we were all interviewed by student services and that was quoted). Long story short, nothing came of it, but it was too late in the year to move her.