"It's our junior year!"
You spun around in your desk chair with a massive grin, facing your excited – albeit tired, ex-girlfriend, now best friend, Darcy Lewis, and she held her arms out, but you were already getting up to grab her in a spine crushing hug.
"Watch the hair!" You whined half-jokingly, patting it down after she mussed it up in the hug, "It's precious cargo, alright?"
"Shut up, you look great," She threw her duffel on the floor, "Now, I'm guessing you picked the desk next to the window that faces the science building because mystery girl is a science major?"
"Psh, what?" You were totally lying, "Nah, you can – you can have this one," Now you were bluffing, "I don't even care."
"Liar," She scoffed a laugh and then unzipped her bag, pulling out a zip lock baggy and letting it unravel a bit to show its contents, "Now when're we getting high because I was on a plane for four hours, squished between a straight couple who argued the entire way and then checking into the dorms was a nightmare, so-"
"Roommate checks!" Your senior RA (Resident Advisor), Steve stick-up-the-ass Rogers, called and you hopped over to Darcy's side, grabbing the bag to hide behind your back as she froze.
"Hey – uh, hey Steve!" You cheered a little too happily and he gave you a nod with a smile, but you both knew that if you're ever stuck in a bind, just mention something with 'lady problems' or going to the 'lady doctor' because this kid clams up real quick with those phrases.
Darcy says it's sexist, but by the way he acts otherwise, you have a feeling he was just raised in a more old fashioned, yet still progressive way. A balance of sorts.
"Hi, ladies," He grinned a white, toothy smile, and then looked down at his clipboard, "I see you guys got to room again this year, that's nice."
"Three gays in a room," Darcy laughed nervously, and you stifled a genuine one, turning away a little, "Feels like the start of an awful joke."
"Or a porno." You muttered, both of you chuckling while Steve just watched you both weirdly, some suspicion in his expression because he didn't catch what you whispered.
"You two aren't..." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing, "Not smoking grass again this year already, are we?"
"Grass?" Darcy repeated slowly, more disturbed by the word he chose than the actual accusation.
"Your eyes do look a little bloodshot there, Stevie." You pointed out, leaning forward a bit as to get a better look.
"Yeah, Steven, maybe you should share with the class what you've been up to." Darcy added and he looked flustered before crossing something off his list.
"I don't do that, especially with football, you two should know me better."
You rolled your eyes, being so early in the fall semester to be reminded that he's the captain of the American football team for the third year, and he was quick to slip it in since he was the first sophomore (second year) to ever be named captain in this university's history.
He left soon after that since you both were in the room and you got back to unpacking, trying not to eye the science building out the window, just in case she wanted to check out her new classes early like she did nearly every semester you've been here.
"What if," Darcy was suddenly right behind you, leaning close to your ear, and startling you, "She was a senior last year and graduated?"
"Jesus fuck, Darcy, you scared me."
"Gotta keep you on your toes, Y/n." She smirked, clapping you on the shoulder, and then getting back to making her bed.
You hadn't thought about that, though.
