The Roommate

prologue part 2

I had been here for all of five minutes, and I already fucking hate it. It smells like a mix of Chanel N°5 and BO.

When the realization that even baby fucking Jesus couldn't talk mom and Royce out of sending me to Skywood Sierra finally hit me, I decided to "make the most out of an uncomfortable situation", as my shrink would put it. I actually got sort-of excited because school in California equals beaches, which equated to cute boys on said beaches.

So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

However, what Royce had neglected to tell me was that even though I was attending boarding school in California, that he meant the only part where it fucking snowed.

So now, here I am, in the middle of a Californian fucking winter, with no jacket, no boots, and two suitcases filled to the brim with crop tops and bathing suits. Just. Fucking. Great.

~~~~~

By the time I made it to my new dorm room, I was far too numb from the cold to be shivering, and my fingers and lips resembled a pale shade of blue.

But luckily for me, my dorm was located in Rosemary Hall, which was the freshman/sophomore girls dormitory, and RH had a connecting hallway from the Dean's Office. So the walk was nice, but I was still fucking freezing.

I fished the the keys out of my pocket, and unlocked the door.

As the door slowly opened, two things came into my view; an abundance of fairy lights that I swear would put the fucking sun to shame, and a very very tall blonde girl standing with her back to me.

The door creaked, and she whipped her head around, and her eyes met mine. Hers a deep brown compared to my light hazel ones.

"Uh...hello?"

"Hi." I responded awkwardly.

"Um, who the hell are you?"

Is she fucking serious? I know for a fucking fact Dean Simmons told her she was getting a roommate, so she shouldn't be so surprised at my arrival.

"I'm Dakota? Your new roommate?"

"OH! Omigosh, right! I totally forgot you were coming today!" she exclaimed with a totally different attitude then she had greeted me with.

"Well I'm Bridgette! But you obvi knew that!!"

I mentally rolled my eyes. I hated people who used 'obvi' in any form except as a joke. But regardless, I plastered on a smile.

"Yes I did... you're name was on the door..." in obnoxiously big, pink, glitter-covered, letters, I wanted to add, but refrained.

I stepped into the room, and Bridgette showed me my side of the dorm. God, she was a talker. This was gonna get some time to get used to. But she did seem nice enough.

Through all her talking, I did manage to keep up with some of what she was saying. It mostly consisted of the boys here are REALLY cute, you're probably going to get lost, the food is to die for, and some more the boys here are REALLY REALLY cute.

~~~~~

The next few weeks flew by in a blur.

I had made a new friend in Bridgette, and she showed me around and made sure I knew where all my classes where.

Bridgette introduced me to her friends, and we all instantly clicked. We were like some crazy-powerful group that everyone knew. I had been used to attention at school, but not like this.

My classes were okay, but I still wanted to gauge my eyes out with my hands every time I sat down at a desk. There was, however, someone who made me actually excited to attend.

His name was Xavier. He was this tall, blond boy with the most mesmerizing grey eyes. I sat next to him in biology, and he would crack these stupid-ass jokes, and we would laugh, and he had this smile that just made me uneasy.

God he was fucking handsome.

~~~~~

So I guess I'm dating Xavier Lockhart.

How this even happened, I still am in shock about, but hey! I am not complaining.

So Xavier had apparently come to Bridgette and told her that he liked me. Yes I know, very middle school. But anyways, Bridgette decided to set up a "blind date" for us, which took a shit load of convincing for me to go, but eventually I agreed.

But either way, we went on our date, and ohmygod can you fucking say butterflies. We had the best time, and at the end, he asks me if we can go out again, and of course I said yes.

So we go out again, and at the end, he kisses me, then asks me to be his girlfriend. I swear to fucking god, I almost fainted.

But that was how I somehow got Xavier Lockhart to be my boyfriend.

My Skywood Sierra experience was going amazingly. I had the perfect friends, and the perfect boyfriend. I was happy.

Everything was going great.

At least it was until that summer...

~~~~~

It was the summer right before my senior year.

I was still with Xavier, and everything was going great.

I mean, I thought everything was going great.

I had just come home from the gym. My phone was basically dead, so I plugged it into the charger, then hopped in the shower.

When I stepped into my room, I quickly changed into something clean, and then brushed out my wet hair.

I headed down the stairs, and to the kitchen where my phone was still charging.

As I picked it up, I saw that I had a few new messages from an unknown number. I opened the chat, and saw it was a group of photos and a video.

Instantly, my stomach dropped, and dread filled my head as I hesitantly clicked the "play" button on the video.

In those 8 seconds, my heart completely shattered. My hands were shaking, but nonetheless, I swiped to view the photos, which only broke my heart more.

In the video and photos, it was clear that Xavier Lockhart was cheating on me. With non other than my best friend; Bridgette Newmont-Ross. Those goddamn bastards.

A mangled cry escaped my lips as I slowly slipped down to the floor. I lay down on the cool marble, which I knew was clean since Royce is a fucking germaphobe.

I let myself lay there and cry for a good twenty minutes before I abruptly shot up and grabbed my phone.

I composed myself for a moment before writing a very lengthy, strongly worded text to Xavier, ending my relationship with him. I was more creative when it came to exposing Bridgette, however.

Instead of berating her over text, I opened Instagram.

I had screenshotted the photo of them kissing from the unknown number, and added it to my story with text reading

"boys hit me up, I'm single!" and finished it off by tagging both Bridgette and Xavier.

I was so fucking done with them, and to make it worse, I found out a week later that my entire friend group had been aware they were hooking up, and fucking covered for them!

I begged mom and Royce not to send me back, but Royce told me with a stern tone that I had to finish out my time there since he was paying buckets for me to attend.

It was going to be hell to go back. I no longer had friends, a boyfriend, and a sense of who I was there. I was on my own.

And let me say, I was fucking scared.