The Roommate

chapter 1

"You have to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

I was mad. Really. Fucking. Mad.

"Miss. Kingsley, you need to calm down-"

There was no way this asshat was telling me to calm down. No, ma'am. It ain't happening.

"How do you fucking run out of female dorms?!"

I had come to Dean Simmons' office directly after receiving my dorm placement. The slip had read

"Bay Leaf Hall, dorm 326"

Bay Leaf was notorious for being party central. These parties were near impossible to get into (even Bridgette has only been to one), the reason being Bay Leaf was a male dormitory. And by some cruel twist of fate, the entire football team lived on the same floor, and they absolutely despised the cheerleaders, and somehow by occasion, the entire female fucking race, meaning that the only way a female would ever get in would be if they were dating someone in the hall.

"Miss. Kingsley, as I've said before, we've had more new female enrollments than male. Every female room, under and upper class, is filled, and I simply cannot place a female freshman in a hall full of, how do I put it, unrestrained, male upper classmen. I'm sorry, but you've seemed to have pulled the short straw."

I visibly rolled my eyes. He should have said horny, sex-hungry, teenage boys who were never taught how to respect a women. Typical old man move by not just calling it as it is.

"You can't do this!!" I practically yelled at him.

"I actually can. I've already contacted your father, Royce, and he and your mother agreed to allow this if we lowered your tuition cost. I'm afraid you'll have endure staying in Bay Leaf, or transfer."

I've never ever wanted to flip someone off more than I did in this moment. I stood up out of my chair, grabbed my backpack, and swung open the door.

"Oh, and it's STEP father!" I yelled then slammed the door. Realllll classy, Dakota.

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I've been walking around campus with my bags for the past 40 minutes trying to find this goddamn building. Every time I ask someone for directions, they either laugh or ask what brand of condoms I brought. I fucking hate my life.

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Its been over hour, but I finally found the building's entrance. Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus.

I pulled open the door, and stepped in.

I immediately threw my hand over my nose. It reeked of sweat, actual shit, and feet. I never thought I would actually miss the smell of strong perfume. I think I might puke.

I made my way to the elevator and hit the button for the third floor.

When I stepped out, I was met with the confused glares of guys at least 6 inches bigger than me (and I unfortunately don't mean down there). I gave them a death stare right back, and they looked away faster than their fucking cars.

I started walking to #326, and almost ran into a guy that had to be about 6'. I knew who he was. His name was Leo Keaton. He was on the football team, and had dated one of my ex-friends for like 2 months. That also meant this was the infamous floor of said football team. Just fucking peachy.

"Looking for Parker?" he asked with a smirk. I wanted to slap him in the face.

I just rolled my eyes and stopped in front of my new dorm. I dropped my bag and took my keycard out of my ID lanyard.

I swiped the card and heard the door click, telling me it's unlocked. I pushed open the door while picking up one of my bags. That's when I looked up and saw it.

Or should I say them.

I watched, frozen, as two heads turned in my direction. I recognized the male, not so much the female. But that wasn't important.

What was important, though, is that I had walked in on these two laying naked on a bare dorm bed together, mid thrust.

"what. the. FUCK."