When you're broken, lost and got nothing left to lose... you become bulletproof.
Trying to fix your life back together after having it shaken upside down isn't easy. Getting used to normal when you feel like an outcast in your own skin, isn't easy...
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Song: Scars to your beautiful - Alessia Cara
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J U N E
I knocked on the door repeatedly, getting more vexed the more he didn't open to me and increased the strength. It bursted open and an annoyed Brandon came to the door.
"What the- Kimberly?" his frown melted into confusion and his aggressiveness shifted as he brushed his eyes sleepily. "What are you doing here? I was taking a nap-"
"Aren't you gonna let me in?" I urged, already feeling the attention of other guys from the dorms in the hallway on my back. I guess it wasn't everyday a girl come to the male dorms.
"Uh, yeah, sure come in." he stepped aside to allow me in and close the door behind us.
This room was different from Hailey's in the girl building, probably because it was twice as expensive. Instead of a big room with two beds, a wardrobe and desks, they had a common room with a couch, a TV, a fridge and a table and it leads to two different rooms with two beds in each.
"So," he cleared his throat, shifting on the balls of his feet and glancing around the messy common room. There were dirty plastic dished in the table with cans and a pizza box, and the floor could use a wipe. "Do you want anything? We have coke, beer..."
He went to move towards the fridge, but I shook my head.
"Is Riley here?" My eyes darted towards the closed door on the right, his and Brandon's.
The blond visibly deflated at that. Come on, we went out a couple times more than half a year ago, the chances of me being here for him were rather narrow. "Uh, not yet. He had a meeting with the council."
I nodded. "Were you taking the nap in the bed?"
"Uh, the couch." he smirked almost self-consciously eying it and the mess of blankets on it.
I nodded again. "I'll wait for him in the room then."
"Oh, okay..." but I was already heading there, entering it without another word and close the door blocking the rest of the world outside it.
The room was way more organized than the rest of the place, proving Riley's hand. I've been here a couple times, but always briefly, as he picks something and we leave to somewhere else. There was one bed against the opposite wall of the door and one under the widows, and then both desks were on the right wall.
I went to the one with books piled in it, dropping on the desk chair and folding my arms over the cold surface, the recent date going over my mind.
Date, I almost scoffed. It wasn't even that, more like an ambush.
