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Chapter 3

I get up out of bed and light the candle candle that I had gotten out last night. I need clean up in here, wipe everything off and I have to unpack. First I grab a bottle of windex and spray some of the cleaning solution on a rag and wipe off a small mirror and window. Next I sweep the floor then change the bed sheets I can't believe I slept on those dirty, cheap sheets. But I couldn't care less because it's not like my sheets at home where any dirtier. I'm distracted by my thoughts when I hear the sounds of someone grunting in the hallway. I rush and open the door to see three boys running away, a man on the floor holding his bloody head the man was curled up on the floor and his hair was a light color, I think. "Oh my gosh,what the hell! Are you okay!?" I say rushing towards the boy. It didn't even phase him of my presence. "Hello? Should I call a hospital? Are you-" "Don't, don't you call anybody.I'm fine." He sounds like he just ran a marathon and can't breathe. "I'm fine just leave me alone" he says softer this time. "I'm not gonna leave you here bleeding out on the floor so get up and walk away or your coming with me so I can help you." I say I'm pretty sure this boy is high. He was taking to long to answer so I reached out to help him up "get up, follow me." He refused my help to get him up but it's fine because he's following me if he likes it or not. As we walk into my dorm he starts coughing and gaging. "It smells like shit in here!" He says as I dampen a cloth for his head. "No it does not, it smelt of piss in here before I even did anything." I pull out a chair for him to sit on. "Well whatever the hell you did sure didn't help." He says after he sits down. I ignore his comment. I place a damp cloth on his wound to get rid of the blood. "Aw, are you mad at me?" He says, he must think he's funny. "What the hell is your name?" I ask maybe I can distract him from being a jackass for a while. "Caleb." He says plainly. "Okay Caleb how the hell did you bust your head open?" I ask, I was going to ask him but I didn't want to be rude but I don't care if he thinks I'm being rude because he's the one who told me my room smells. I bet those boys who where running away did this. "Long story." He replies. "Mhm" I respond. I'm not sure if he heard me but I don't care. "This is gonna hurt but don't move and don't scream." I dip another cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently dab it on his head. He leans back a little bit but he isn't surprised, he barely even moved. "What's your name?" He asked me curiosity was briefly shown in his voice. "Stephanie" I answered. He repeated it "Stephanie?!  you don't look like a Stephanie!" I rolled my eyes at him while he laughs. "And you, don't look like a Caleb." I say putting an entasis on "You" I'm not sure how I would describe him, maybe a mixture of rude and brutally honest. He was in more of a playful mood as I cleaned up his wound. "How is it that I've never seen you around before?" He says taking a swing at the flask he pulled out his pocket. He most have seen my eyes travel to the flask and back up to him "your not gonna tell." He says mockingly. I roll my eyes and laugh at him. "No I won't, and I just moved here." I answer his previous question. "why would you want to live here?" He says as I apply a healing cream to his wounded head so he might not need stitches. Then I bandage up his head. He tries to take the bandage off but I slap his hand away. "Your lucky if you don't need stitches, so keep the damn wrap on your head." I snappily told him. He gets up from the chair. "Oh fine, nurse Stephanie. Is that your major? Are you gonna be a nurse?" He annoyingly says. "Whats your number? You know in case I ever need a nurse?" His tone is casual but he laughs. "Whatever" I say jotting down my number on a spare piece of paper, and hand it too him. " you should be thanking me I mean, I am your first friend here right?" He unfolds the paper and types it into his phone while he starts walking towards the door "friend? Mmm, I wouldn't put it that way your the first idiot who refused to get stitches after busting open your head doing god knows what!" I exclaim as he leaves. I sit on my bed and look at the first aid kit I made a mess out of. I get up to clean it up and continue cleaning my dorm. After that it's about 3:30 so I decided to unpack my things, I didn't bring much but essentials like my shower bag, clothes, school supplies and some personal items like my candles. My classes don't start until Tuesday and today is Sunday so I have some time to get organized. The think I'm most worried about is the showers, there's gonna be people in there and I don't want somebody to pull the shower curtain back and look at me. I don't think I'll use the mini fridge but if I did I could put drinks in there. I order pizza for dinner and watch Netflix the rest of the night. When I go to bed I find myself thinking about the dark eyed boy with lightish brownish hair who made his way into my room. I hope I have some classes with him, he's pretty cool when he's not being a total jackass.