If Jon had bothered to glance around, he would have noticed a college-age jogger running down the street. Marcie was attending the local university and had rented a room in a house down the road from Jon's.
In high school, Marcie had been one of the Beta girls - not quite high enough on the social food chain to conquer the school. She had had a good figure and a set of skills that complimented her ambitions well and had, for the most part, drifted through school on her good looks, charm, and as little effort as possible.
When it had come time to apply for college, of course, things had gotten tougher. Her father had owned a small business fixing cars, but it was hardly enough to 'gift' his daughter (the eldest of 5 children) with a college education. Therefore, she had spent the last 6 months filling out scholarship applications and contacting financial aide offices.
And now, finally, she had managed to get enough money to be able to attend school. It wasn't alot, but it was enough to keep her moving forward and out of the house.
That time, however, had allowed her figure to go just a bit. The 'Freshman 15' had become the 'Freshman 30' for her. She had been proud of what she had been and now that her financial worries were out of the way - at least for the moment, she was moving back to resizing herself - hence why she was jogging today.
Well, that and frustration. The house she had moved in to she was sharing with another girl - Louisiana McClain - who seemed to be exactly the opposite of herself. Lousiana was riding on daddy's money - high and well. When Marcie had moved in, Louisiana had been sure to show off her high tech room - LCD TV, state of the art sound system and computer. It had really been a slap to the face to Marcie who had arrived with an Ipod and a used desktop from her father's business. It was enough, of course, but, after seeing Lousiana's room, it seemed pale in comparisson.
And the woman didn't even have the decency to be physically unnattractive either! She had generous breasts, a trim waist (that the woman never hesitated to comment that she 'just couldn't put on weight') and luxurious red hair. She would cough occasionally whenever Marcie would grab a soda from the fridge they shared and had, once, had the audacity to call her out on eating a small pint of Ben and Jerry's after an especially difficult day. That had been ten minutes ago - when she had begun her jog.
She didn't even notice Jon as she passed near his house, thinking in her head, "I wish...."
