“Hey new girl!” The boy reached her and opted to walk next to her the rest of the way. Monet realizing his height and build trembled slightly. While Monet stood at 5’6 he was a good 6’2. “Nice shirt. HALO THERE!” He read and waved like a geek. He sure didn’t look like any geek, but the vibe was there.
“Halo yourself! You didn’t have to jilt the ladies on my account.” The two girls heard her defend them and the pressure fell off instantly. “I’d have introduced myself once I got there.”
“Sorry! Just excited to meet nude people.”
“Nude?” She offered a queer look.
“I meant new. GOD!” He pelted his temple with his head.
“Don’t take his name in vain.”
“My bad!” He clasped his hands in prayer and looked up apologizing. She shook her head at the two girls and pointed at him as if saying, “Is he for real?” He was a stud but come on! The two girls approached her to join the boy.
“Hi! I’m Olive Branch…don’t laugh it’s really my name. I’m serious. This is Holly Waterston.” Olive was a brunette with shoulder length hair and glasses. Medium build at 5’5, but busty at a firm 36C like Monet, even though Monet had a slender lower body.
Holly was a redhead with tender freckles, blue eyes, and a gentle caramel cream complexion stood at 5’4 and thinner like Monet, also with 36C cups. Modest yet charming dresses on both young ladies they were certainly gorgeous.
“Hey! Monet. Like the painter!”
“I’d love to paint you.” Another boy intervened stepping up, he tall like the blond but with more confidence. He stood 5’8 with short brown hair and hazel eyes.
“I bet you would.” She chuckled. “I look good wearing body paint.”
“No! Really, I paint. I’ve actually sold a few paintings. My Dad is an Artist. I’m Luke.”
“Which has to make blondie here Mark right?”
“How did you know? I left my nametag in my room.”
“Front desk guy was Matthew. Paintbrush boy is Luke. Simple deduction. Oh! The girl at the desk is Joan…so…Matthew, Mark, Luke, and Joan.”
“That’s hilarious.” Olive chuckled. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”
“Welcome Monet!” Holly bubbled up. “Do you always go without…?” She points at Monet’s chest.
“Trust me I never go without.” She winked at Luke then Mark. The boys looked puzzled. “Oh, come on! Please! I’m joking.” Not! “My mom and I just drove up from Atlanta Georgia. I wanted to be comfortable. No undies either.” So that explained the wiseman’s camel. Her mother hadn’t noticed that part, only her bra.
“Whoa! You sure you’re attending Golgotha?” Olive chuckled.
“Complaining?”
“No. Just…wondering.”
“I wouldn’t go without on campus you might get reprimanded.” Holly patted her hand as if being spanked.
“Lord I hope so.” Monet blew them away, the remaining boys and girls surrounding her to say hi. “Let me guess…Ruth…” A girl rose her hand giggling and revealing herself as Ruth Anne Purl. “I knew there was one in there somewhere. How about a Mary?” Another girl who was short at 5’1, 100 pounds laughed.
“I’m Abel.” A lanky boy with curly brown hair and an attempt at a goatee nodded. “Abel Wabash!”
“I bet you are. Able I mean.” She razzed him making him blush but grin hard. “How about you two handsome…I would say Devils…but well…kind of why we’re here right?” The final two boys chuckled, one a beefy boy but hardly unattractive at 5’7 reddish brown hair. The second young man handled himself like a jock but was shorter than the other boys being 5’4 and fit. He had brown hair, but the temples were buzzed short.
“Barnabas!” Spoke the taller boy. “That’s Eli.”
“Sup Barn? Eli.” She rubs Barn’s belly making him drop his jaw. “Three wishes!”
“You think I’m Buddha? Wrong denomination.” He laughed.
“I still want you to grant me three wishes.” She batted her eyes. The group was in awe of her charisma. “First one…I want you to hold Ruth’s hand.” She noted the girl Ruth shyly looking at Barnabas. Taking his hand, he introduced Ruth and the big guy, both blushing heavily but maintained their hand hold even as Monet looked around at the others. “Hmmm? Mary? You look like a Mark kind of girl.” She drags Mark by his dress shirt up and nudges him into Mary face to face. The two just stood in awe of one another up close.
“Luke? I think you’d paint a good picture with…what’s your name?” A petite brunette with a goth vibe held back, introductions proving herself shy.
“Ph-Phebe.” She looked worried, her eyes bulging.
“Hi Phebes!” Monet swooped in and hugged her whispering, “Just relax and follow my lead Wednesday Addams.” Taking the girl in pigtails by hand she guided her over to Luke.
“There’s your canvas Luke. Paint a smile on her face and give her a hug like I just did.” Shrugging Luke volunteered and she accepted. Inhaling his scent Phebe pouted with the most amazing dazzle in her deep blue eyes. Monet winked at the girl then turned to Olive and Holly. “You two are going to be my besties. We’ll room together if I have to kick booty to make it happen.” The girls grew giddy, slightly stressed but happy that she wanted to know them better.