Hey! So this is the newly edited version of this story (apparently I had some major mistakes; thanks Nejifanatic101!) So here is part one, again… also, I wanted to apologize again for the wait, with the first part and the second. I promise the second installment should be along shortly!

Disclaimer; it all belongs to Knowles! (‘cept Jenna, but really. We need a girl in every story! Feminism, woo! Okay, sorry, I’ll stop.)

Vicious Neckties and Obnoxious Roommates

Jenna shook out her shorn hair and restrained herself from pushing it behind her ears.

Boys didn’t put their hair behind their ears.

In fact, boys didn’t have hair this long to begin with; Jenna knew she would pay for her vanity later.

Her hair wasn’t long, no; she had taken care to crop it as close to her head as she could. But there came a point when even the least feminine of females had to draw the line; unfortunately Jenna’s “line” was somewhere around her earlobes. After all, curly hair was hard to manage, and harder still to manage when too short to tuck away.

No Jenna. No tucking. Sighing, she began to bind her chest with a strip of linen; something she did every day. When she finished, she stepped into the traditional uniform; a dress shirt with slacks and leather shoes. This was not a problem for Jenna, as she preferred men’s clothes to women’s any day. But the tie did prove to be an issue.

Jenna stood for awhile, fighting desperately with the school tie as she tried to secure it around her neck. Glancing at her watch, she noticed the late time; if she didn’t hurry her roommate would return from the shower.

Suddenly the door banged opened. Speak of the devil, Jenna thought sarcastically. She turned away from the shirtless boy in front of her, fingers flying slightly frantically around the tie.

Chet Douglas’ curly blonde head appeared next to her curly red one, and she groaned in frustration.

“Put some clothes on before you irritate me, will you?” She muttered.

“Aw, James, you’re such a girl. What’re you messing with that tie for?”

Jenna blushed, not only from embarrassment but from the astounding truth of Chet’s sarcastic statement. “Well I can’t get it tied, can I?” she growled.

Chet sighed. “Take it off,” He instructed.

Jenna did, handing him the seemingly God-forsaken object.

Chet moved quickly, loosely forming the tie into an appropriate shape and slipping it around Jenna’s neck. “There. Just tighten it.”

Jenna blushed again, fitting the tie to her neck and glaring at the ground. She couldn’t stand to be out-done. “I could’ve done it.” She snapped.

Chet just laughed at her, and then turned to the closet to find a shirt. “Sure, James.” He said.