Before It Started

Chapter 2

Quote Of The Chapter:

You’re mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Chapter 2:

Have I done something wrong? It was probably Karma. But I always do my homework and pay attention in class and to my mother; even at times when I would love to just snap right back at her. So why is this happening to me?

Tattoos. Skinny jeans. I'm pretty sure my jaw is on the ground right now. I manage to save myself from embarrassment, and rather rudely state. "It is rude to go into different rooms and put your suitcase in without even acknowledging the other person!"

He does not even reply. He just places his suitcase on the floor whilst lying down on the other free bed which was not claimed yet. His mother and father should have taught him better because I sure as hell am not going to let him just walk in like he owns the place.

I get up and start giving him a piece of my mind. "I am pretty sure you’re not my roommate, so why on earth are you lying there like an ogre? There is something called privacy which a girl needs and I am in need of that right now. So. Get. Out ." I say whilst trying to keep my lid on and not let it fly off.

He just turns his back towards me, still lying on the bed. This guy, he does not even tell me his name for God's sake. Do I have to refer him as person x because that would be the only sensible thing to do if someone is not giving you their name. Yep, I am calling him person x.

I am still towering over his sleeping figure, contemplating whether I should wake him from his fake sleep or just let him be for the time being. I come to the conclusion of letting him have his fake, pretend sleep whilst I continue unpacking my clothing pieces.

I do not have much clothing. I have several pairs of jeans with assorted tops that I normally wear on a casual day. I have quite a few of my mother’s favorite skater dresses that she practically forces me to wear. I have a whole colored converse collection that I saved up to buy since my mother would not purchase it. I could not constantly wear dresses back when I was at school, because people would think I’m weird. I do not own makeup since I do not really know how to use it and plus I do not think makeup is necessary on any girl. I mean who wants a cat eye?

I glance over to person x and see that he was pretending to sleep after all, since he is unpacking as well. Is he my roommate!? All I see is bundles of black tops and a couple of black skinny jeans. I also see he has a couple of similar-looking black converse, and black boots. I think he is emo. With the amount of tattoos and black clothing, he must be.

He looks over at me and he finds me staring at him. A light blush creeps onto my cheeks and I continue unpacking my toiletries.