.. well, I know Wes pretty well since he's my roommate. And he's ... he's not as nice a person as you might think."She chuckled briefly. "A 'nice pers...n'?" I mean, he's nice to girls ... to women ... mainly to get them into bed," I blurted.A slight smile curved her lips. "So he's not a 'nice boy' ... he's what might be called a 'bad boy'?"I frowned. "To women anyway; though that's probably not the word I would choose."She didn't respond immediately as we made our way through campus. She gave me. There was a long pause while Susan assessed the situation. Her shoulders sagged and her brow furrowed, then she looked up.“OK,” she said at length. “Looks bad, but he was keen on hooking up with Carol again once he knew the truth.”“Hardly, keen, Sue.” Jessica countered.“Yes, keen. He went to the party to make up with her, he said as much.”“But he kept her at a distance right up to that time. We don’t know how strongly he wanted to get back with her. Aren’t you being a bit optimistic?”“Yes I am;. Those same bland hardened eyes met her from across the room. Fritz came up beside her, ‘Darling, what is it?’ He followed her stare. ‘Who is that woman, a friend of yours?’ Layla broke her stare, turning towards fritz, ‘No Fritz, she is a woman from my deep past, a woman you must send away from here. I do not welcome her and I do not know how she found her way here!’ Her body shook on the last few syllables, jerking her head towards the spot where the woman had once stood only to find her no. “Is he ever going to fucking get up?” It wouldn’t have been unusual had it come from a roommate, but there was no one else present in the room with him. Instead, a pair of black Adidas track pants rose up off the floor from where he had previously tossed them, and stood up on their own, looking towards the sleeping stud. “I’m getting really tired of this crap,” they said as the waist, thighs, and legs of the track pants filled out to Tristan’s invisible shape, raising a hollow leg and sweeping.