Wrong For You

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry honey, but we are all out."

Dylan pouted and made eyes at the cafeteria lady. "Seriously Sally? I thought we had something special going, you and I. Now you are telling me there are no more burgers? I'm a growing boy, I need my protein!"

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I saw you eat two burgers already, if you eat any more you'll start mooing." But as she was talking she reached behind her for something and then handed Dylan a wrapped bundle that smelled amazing.

"Marry me," Dylan said in fake seriousness. "I can't wait. We can elope this same night."

"Get out of here, you flirt!" Sally laughed. "You're young enough to be my grandson."

With a wink and a quick smile, Dylan exited the cafeteria immediately being greeted by a chilled gust of wind that cut his cheeks and made his eyes water.

The Boston winter weather had given them a break after four days of non-stopping snow but it was still freezing outside, as usual for this time of the year, and, also as usual, he had forgotten his beanie and gloves in his room.

Munching on the burger Sally had smuggled him, Dylan hurried his steps down the university center. Despite of the cold, it was bustling with students coming and going and at one point Dylan had to stop dead in his tracks to avoid being trampled by a group of people with cameras that appeared to be following some bird.

Being a student at Rosewood College meant that apart from classes, you had an ample array of extracurricular activities at your disposal to spend your free time. Hence, the group of students trying to photograph what to Dylan looked like a regular pigeon. But then again, Dylan had to admit that he didn't really take advantage of the extracurriculars, except to ogle the guys that ran track every morning by his dorm.

He finished the burger and threw the wrapper out at the same time that he reached his destination, his best friend's dorm building.

Like every time that he visited Nolan's room, Dylan couldn't help feeling a little jealous. The rooms in his friend's building were like little apartments, where every student had his own bedroom and bathroom and every two bedrooms connected to a living room and a small kitchen. It would be nice to basically have an apartment for himself instead of having to share a minuscule kitchen and tiny common room with ten other people.

Then again, he thought while he knocked on the door, the rooms in this building were much more expensive than the average, ridiculously so, and at least he had a single for himself this year.

"Hello, darling," Nolan said letting him inside. His blond-bleached hair was flat on his forehead and he was wearing an old tank top and sweatpants. "You're early. I'm not ready yet."

"I figured," Dylan replied good-naturedly. Nolan always spent an eternity getting ready which made him late everywhere, but Dylan was used to it. "But my Psychology class was canceled and I was bored."

Nolan threw him a suspicious look over his shoulder. "It was canceled or you decided to skip it?"

"Potato, potahto," Dylan shrugged. "They shouldn't schedule classes on Friday afternoon anyway."

"Maybe you should become president of the student council and forbid it."

Although Nolan's comment was meant as one of his usual sarcastic jokes, Dylan pretended to consider it. "That would be cool, wouldn't it? I could also change the cafeteria menu so that they doubled the portions. And they served pizza every Friday night."

"A noble mission. But I don't think you are cut out for politics, darling."

"Yeah, maybe not." Dylan sighed. The question was what was he cut out to do? It was his third year of college, and he wasn't anymore sure of what he wanted to do after than when he was a freshman. His advisor had told him in one of their numerous and useless meetings to choose something that he was good at, but he didn't think that partying and hanging out with his friends was a valid career choice.