My ex is my soulmate

Chapter three - Roommates

Ally's POV:

I arrived at my university. I have to say that the building is very pretty. Let's hope that the high school drama won't repeat here. I didn't have any problems, but I expect to meet more mature people here. After all, we are not teenagers anymore. Well, I'm sure that there are still people who like to party and do teenage things, but I hope that there are not many. I spent the whole week by myself. My roommate is supposed to come on my first day. I have classes in the morning, so I guess that we'll meet later. I would love to make her my friend and get to know her. If I have to be honest, I will miss my two best friends. We spent a lot of time together and it won't be easy to replace them. To be honest, I don't think that I can. We met in high school, but they have helped me a lot. I won't forget how happy they were when I finally found a boyfriend. Even when we broke up, they were still by my side. I didn't want us to separate, but after graduation, I can call them and we can meet. It's not like I won't do it during the other time, but I know that they will take their studies seriously. I won't lie that boys will probably get involved, but I only hope that this won't change things. I have seen how girls leave everything to their boys and I don't like it. My girls will never do it.

Today is my first day at university. Well, the first day of classes. I moved here a week ago. My dorm is small but very nice. I have already put my things in. I took half of the room. The other half is for my mysterious roommate. Probably she will arrive soon. I hope that she is not messy. It's not like I have something against this type of people, but I am more on the ordered and clean side. Whoever she is, I want us to have good relations. Even if we are not friends, I don't want us to argue. After all, I am here to study, not to distract myself.

I got out of my bed and went to get ready. When I was done, I walked out of my room and walked to my first class. I don't know why we have to study the history of art, but we do. I guess that it's important to know when the greatest paintings were done. It's not like I mind. Some culture is not bad. Moreover, when people hear that you are an artist, they expect you to know these things. I'm sure that even the teachers don't know everything, but they know more than us or at least than me.

As I was walking, I bumped into a girl. Technically, she did it. I looked at her and she smiled at me awkwardly. I chuckled to myself and extended my hand.

- Hi, I am Ally.

- Hi and I'm sorry. Oh, and I am Macy. - she said and took it

- Do you study art?

- Yes, this is my first year. I am so excited.

- Me too. We can walk in together if you want.

- I would love to. Since I don't have any friends, do you want to be my first one?

- With pleasure. We can sit together.

- Awesome.

- Ok, let's go. I don't want to be late on my first day here.

- Same.

Both of us walked to our classroom. The door was opened and we heard some male voices. I hope that these boys won't talk during the whole class. Macy and I walked inside and I looked up to see who these boys were. I immediately froze at my place. This is impossible. Tell me that I am dreaming. How? I don't understand. From all the art universities in the world, he had to come here. Are you kidding me? How I am supposed to be in the same class as my ex-boyfriend. Like it's not enough that I still have feelings for him. Now, I have to see him every day.

Austin noticed that someone was looking at him and looked up. He had the same expression as me. Both of us were looking at each other without saying anything. I don't know what to tell him. We haven't talked for more than three months. I won't lie that he still looks amazing. What a great start to my first day. It can't get any better.