Dorm 444: For you, I'll be me

Chapter 1: Back where I started

It's been my 1st time this week already. And I feel the sudden urge to go there again. I get out of bed while my roomate is laying down on her phone. I walk out the front door and go to the elevator. Like I do every week. This time, my roomate doesn't bother asking me where I'm going. She knows. She knows I won't be back on my own. I know I can rely on her to pick me up if I fail to answer my phone. I admire her a lot for her loyalty to me. I would of dropped myself years ago.

Chyou Chang is her name. Her loyalty put aside, she's a pretty annoying bitch who knows exactly how to piss me off. We always fight in our small dorm at WIN University of the arts. She threatens request to change her roomate because I'm "too much to handle." Although, she's said that a couple hundred times. She's also a VERY materialistic woman who wants the best of the best.

You know what? Honestly, I probably didn't give the best description of her just now. I tend to dwell on the bad side of things. Here's on the positive side: She's a beautiful 20 year old woman that any man would long for. I'm not even a man, but if she wasn't insane, I would be head over heels in love too.

She has a nice body curvy body. The clothing she wears is aesthetically pleasing. She usually wears light colors with cute shoes and matching nails. She takes care of herself well. Not very fitting for her personality I would say. She also has very soft features that always seem to guilt trip me. Her hair is long and brown with fringe bangs. To be honest, she's the whole package. Making men frequently ask me to "talk to her for me." I always respond the same way. "Shut the fuck up weirdo." Even though I want her to be happy, no man seems good enough for her. It angers me to see her pick the most irresponsible, troublesome, dangerous guys and bring them in our dorm like I'm not there. She deserves better, you know?

Anyways, here I am disconnecting myself from life again by heading out to the club. I didn't wear anything impressive as usual. I just wanted to feel this exact same experience again. You know, the atmosphere.  And look at that, I got exactly what I wished for. Making my way into the crowd, men start giving looks since I'm the only woman there. "Fucking dy-" a man says before another man pushes him out the way to toss out his ones.

Maybe he was jealous because the girl was lowkey eyeing me. Or maybe my delusional brain thought she was. Welp, I had a couple beers that night. Like always, ended up pretty drunk. Not much I can remember to be honest. But next thing I know, I'm back in my dorm tucked into my extremely uncomfortable bed. Back where I started. "CHYOU! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"