Take Two (girlxgirl)

Chapter 1

{So what if it just drop the sequel on a random Friday at 7:30 in the morning? I don't have an updating schedule yet, I'll keep you all posted.

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"Can you believe it, Tommy? Our kid finally got accepted to Tampa University." My mom swoons at the email.

"Of course I can. Our kid is a genius," My dad exclaims.

"I wouldn't go that far," I say.

"Harper, please, you should be proud of yourself. The first Ripley going to college!"

Oh, I remember it like it was yesterday. The day I got into college. These small-town people have gotten so boring. Every weekend, it is the same party, always the same drama, and the Monday gossip that follows. Going to college will change all that.

I'll make new friends every weekend and won't remember their names the next morning. I'll make out with whatever boy or girl catches my eye, then ghost them when they want to get serious. The boys here won't touch me because my ex-boyfriend is somehow friends with everyone, and somehow I am the only queer girl living in this shitty little town.

I'll make plenty of friends in my four years there; I'm not too worried about it. But this first friend. This first friend is special. They will be my built-in best friend. We'll be living together, and they'll have to like me. This email in front of me will give me everything I need to know about them.

I filled out the roommate application perfectly. I want a neat roommate, not a messy one. I am not okay with pets. Pets will just make the room messy. I put all my interests in and wrote that I was more than happy with the occasional party. I also put in that I am studying psychology. I know I will be 100 percent compatible with whoever this is. Oh, I can't wait. We're going to become best friends so quickly.

I open the email and my building name and room number flash across the screen.

Colony Corner rm 504 

The name is cringy, but at least I know it is one of the newest buildings on campus. The school's mascot is a bee so I guess it makes sense. It was my second choice for housing. I scroll down through some information about the building to get my roommate's name.

Jessica Solace

Fuck, fuck, fuck no, absolutely not anyone but her.

Before I can even think, I am on the phone with housing. They must be busy with others trying to switch their roommates because I have been left on hold for over half an hour.

"Hello, this is Res Life. How can we help you?" A sweet old woman says on the other line. I almost feel bad wrapping her up in my drama.

"Hi. I was wondering if I could switch rooms or buildings," I say.

"I'm sorry, honey, but all the rooms are taken." She says.

"Please, there has to be just one room open on campus," I say.

"Are you an upperclassman?" She asks.

"No. incoming freshman," I say.

"Ah, I see. We don't have any more freshman dorms available, but if anything opens up, we will put you on the waitlist," she says.

She takes my name and student ID number. I ask her how many people are on the waitlist and she says over 3,000, so there goes all my hopes and dreams of being friends with my roommate.

I put my phone down on my desk, but it lights up the second I do. I check the notification.

Jessie 🫶:

Hey, we're going to be roommates. I know things didn't end well between us, but I would like to fix that before moving in.

So Jessica fucking Solace or Jessie. She would kill me if she knew I just called her Jessica. She hates it when people call her that. I never thought I would hear or, I guess, read that name ever again, mostly because she blocked me on everything. She is from New York. I'm not entirely sure why she is going to Tampa, of all places, but who cares? She spends the summers down here with her grandparents. She spent a summer with my family or, I guess, my mom and I. My mom and dad are divorced. Ironically, I met her the night I found out about the divorce, but that's an entirely different story.

I take a few minutes to think about my response to her text.

hey i dont think we need to do that it'll be fine