Life at College

The boy at the door

I twisted the doorknob and opened the door. To my surprise there was a boy standing there. He was tall, with dark blond hair and green eyes. I had never seen him before. I stood there perplex that someone I don't know was at the door.

«Hi, I'm Jacob» His eyes smiled at me. «Are you Jo? »

«Ehh yes» I looked at him like a question mark, uncertain of what he wanted.

«My roommate is Paul» He said naturally, like I should know who he is. I thought hard but couldn't connect the name to a person. «Ella's boyfriend» He added after a few seconds. Clearly noticing I had no clue who he was referring to. It sounded like the boy had an accent.

«Oh right. How can I help you? ».

«Paul and Ella wanted to stay together tonight, so Paul kicked me out. I have no place to go. Ella felt bad and suggested that I could stayed here and take her bed. » He said with a smile. His looked very kind. Especially when he smiled. Both his eyes and nose were crinkling. And he definitely had an accent.

«Okey... Don't you have any friends that you can stay with? » I asked. It came out a lot harsher than I intended. I just was unsure if I should let in a boy I hadn't met before.

His smile fades and he looked down. I felt really bad for both what I had said and how I had said it. «No one that I can ask tonight, no.» He paused.

Two drunk girls walked past us and stumbled into their dorm room a couple of doors down. I got it. It was a Friday night and none of his friends was lame enough to be home. Like I was. But that made me think why he was standing her. Everybody else was out at that frat-house party.

«Okey, sure. If Ella said it's fine, then I won't stand in your way. » I smiled and opened the door. He looked up smiling and walked in the door. «Her bed is on the right» I said and closed the door. I walked towards my bed and sat down. He threw his bag on the bed. He sat down, looked up and smiled one more time.

«Thank you».

«For what? » I asked and picked up my book. «It's not my bed you're sleeping in».

«For letting me in» He answered. «For all you know I could be a serial killer».

«I doubt that. » I smiled and turned my attention to the book. I weren't very good at small talk and for some reason I didn't always know where to put my eyes and for how long. It was therefore safes to just look back down at my book.

I could hear him open his bag and take out something. Then he leaned back and opened a book. I recognized the cover and thought: «Well at least he has good taste in books». He was reading the latest book from George R.R. Martin's «Game of thrones» series. I had finished that book this summer. I took a slice of pizza and continued reading. Suddenly I got the feeling that he was watching me, so I turned my head. He was deep in his book and didn't turn his head until I had turned my. Great, no he thinks I was watching him. Well, I was, but not like that.

«What are you reading? » He asked.

«I'm reading Harry Potter Goblet of fire»

«Cool, I have too a couple of times.

«This isn't my first time reading it either. Every year on September 1st I start to read the series. » I don't know why I offered up that information. Knowing it didn't really make me look so cool.

«Wow...»

«I know it's nerdy» I shot in before he could finish his sentence. Trying to save myself, but knowing it was probably already too late.