Trouble (l.t.)

Taylor

"Only one more hug, mom! I really need to go!"
I roll my eyes behind my mother's back while she hugs me for the 100th time this morning. I feel a twinge of guilt as I look into her teary eyes after I give her one last kiss goodbye before I get into my car.
"I love you, Taylor! Promise to call me everyday!" I hear my mom say as I close the door.
"Of course I will mom! But, I really need to go now!" I try to sound convincing, but I know this is a promise I won't keep.
I blow my mom one last kiss as I head out of the neighborhood. As I finally get to actually drive, I catch a glimpse of my mother waving at me like a lunatic. I roll my eyes at her dramatic demeanor. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom! I really do! But I'm leaving for college, a college that is 2 hours away. She acts like I'm leaving for the army!
I'm headed for New York University, a pretty prestigious university that is located in NYC. I've lived in New York for my entire life, but I've only been to the city a handful of times, mostly because of how protective my mom can get. I'm majoring as an Oncology Nurse RN. For my freshman year, my classes are mostly generic core classes. But, I've decided against taking Brit Lit this semester (or ever) because I took the college course my senior year of high school and I try and avoid the grammar and reading part of the world as much as I can. My schedule does include algebra, bio, a genetics class, and a last elective I'm pretty excited about; human anatomy.

After my drive was over, I arrived at the university. I picked up my schedule and dorm room number in the registration office. After noticing that my dorm was in the 400 hall, I headed to the girls' dorms. Outside of my hallway, a list of names and dorm room numbers were posted, three girls to every room. I checked my dorm registration paper and I read my dorm room number. 441. I looked at the list. The names of the girls that I would be sharing my room with were printed under my name.

Room 441
Taylor Register
Kalinda Florrick
Lucy Maze

Attached to the paper was a key that would unlock the room. I walked down the hallway looking over every door, reading each number. Near the end of the hall I found room 441. I unlocked the door with my new key and found the room to be empty. I guess my roommates haven't arrived yet.
I head back out to my car to bring in my things.
I was grateful that the parking lot wasn't too far away from my dorm hall because my boxes were pretty heavy.
I started walking towards my car and I squinted to see and person leaned up against the side of my car.
I wasn't really bothered by this until
I got closer to see that this person was a boy with tattoos and piercings who held a beer in his hand. I'm not really one to stereotype, but it was hard to refrain from judging this weird goth dude who was leaning on my car. I approached him with caution.
"Excuse me? I need to open my trunk," I said , hoping that he would leave after noticing me.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine. I realized he was actually pretty attractive when his green, kind of blue eyes met mine.
"Sorry," he said as he moved out of the way.
"How about I help you with your boxes," He offered once he realized how heavy the boxes were as I struggled to get one out of my car.
I was taken aback a little bit when I heard his voice more clearly. He had a British accent and his voice was rough. "No thanks, I have it under control," my voice trailed off as he set down his beer on the top of my car and picked up a box out of my trunk with ease. He started heading to the girls's dorms. That's when I realized that I didn't really have a choice in him helping me or not.
I grabbed a lighter box and scurried after him.
"Hey, wait up!" I said as I caught up to him. "What's your name?"
He looked at me and I noticed his defined jaw as he spoke. "Louis."
He was very short with me and I wondered if I had said something that offended him.
I waited for him to ask my name, and when I decided that wasn't going to happen, I said "My name is Taylor and I'm a freshman."
He looked at me again and said "I can tell."
Wow, this guy was very rude. "What grade are you in?" I was going to get this guy to be nice to me if it's the last thing I do.
"Junior." That's all he said before we came to the door that led into my hallway.
"Which room are you," he asked, even though it sounded more like a statement.
"Um, 441," I was defeated by this rude guy who offered to bring my boxes in.
He started down the long hallway.
"Why did you offer to help me if you don't like me?" I immediately regretted the question when I realized that I sounded like an insecure and clingy girl.
He chuckled and for the first time I saw him smile, his teeth pulling his looming back as he bit his lip. "I don't dislike you; its actually the opposite," he paused before continuing "I think you're very pretty."
We stopped at my door and I unlocked it with my spare hand.
"Thanks for the help," I said uneasily. He dropped the box off in my empty room before saying "See you around, Taylor."
As he left to go back to the parking lot and return to wherever he came from, I was left wondering if I would see him again, or if I even wanted to see him again. But I guess if our next encounter is anything like our first, I won't really have a choice.