~Mary Jay~
I was awake as quick as I was asleep.
My playlist had come to an end and I woke up wondering what time was. It was still relatively light outside meaning I wasn't out for too long.
I rubbed my eyes; probably a little too hard considering I saw stars.
Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I wasn't alone anymore. This was probably a crazy sight to come in on; your new roommate passed out in an uncomfortable position but who cares. Not I.
She must've noticed I was awake because she glanced over as soon as I sat up. "Well, Goodmorning to you. Or afternoon, whatever," she welcomed.
"Hey."
"I noticed you were here a few minutes ago but you looked knocked out cold so I didn't bother. I'm Feya."
"Mary Jay, or MJ, either works." I hope that didn't sound too cold. I did not wanna make an enemy on my first day, let alone my roommate.
"MJ, like Michael Jackson?"
"Yup." I responded, popping the 'p.'
"Nice. What year are you?" She plopped down onto her bed.
"Year 4, you?"
"I'm in year 3, sadly."
They let different grades room together? I mean it's not completely surprising; I just wonder how many seniors have complained about having to room with a freshman.
"I'm rank green by the way," she explained, "I'm only here because I stole a couple dollars from my parents. Which I think is really stupid because I could've just paid them back but I guess parents will do anything nowadays to get their kids out of the house. I'm rambling aren't I?"
Oh Jesus.
I didn't respond, and instead flashed an innocent grin.
I was hoping she wouldn't ask what code I was. I wasn't looking forward to making friends, but the last thing I wanted to do was scare away my roommate. Not only would I feel psycho, but it'd probably spread rumors like wildfire.
"Whats your rank?"
And there goes my slither of hope. Goodbye peace, see you in hell.
I pushed a strand of bar behind my ear and sighed before answering, "Guess there's no point in lying. I'm code red."
I expected a wide-eye, terrified, ballistic expression, but instead she just stared and me and blinked a few times for a good 5 seconds.
"Sorry, I tend to zone out a lot. I have ADHD. What did you say?"
If there's a lord before us, thank you.
"Oh, nothing important, don't worry. My sister does the same." I quickly changed the subject.
"Yeah, it sucks sometimes, but anyways a few friends of mine are going to this kickback thingy on Friday, you could tag along if you'd like!"
No, thank you.
"Oh, how fun, I'm not a big party girl though."
Her expression dropped slightly before going back to its careless appearance, "Well that's boring, no offense. I'll still be here if you change your mind though." I nodded in response and stood up to use the bathroom.
It was only then did it hit me. I had no damn clue where the bathroom was.
As if she could read minds, "Did they give you a tour?"
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