Saving Daisy

chapter 1

•Freshman Fresh Start for Stars•

© 2011 by Batmanettes. All rights reserved. 

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RYDER STARS

The dorm room wasn't silent when I banged the door.

Blake was talking on his phone, but was cut when he heard what I had the 'honor' to previously hear.

Moans. Someone was moaning in the room.

"Sean!" a female voice cried. Great, now I know it's there is a potentially naked girl in my dorm. They better not be having sex on my bed, because, well, I was sleeping there.

I whip my head to Blake, who looked appalled. If we stepped out of the doorway, we would be face to face with a sexually interacting couple.

Welcome to college, Ryder!

Blake was frowning at me, trying to telepathically come up with a plan. While people were probably doing the nasty less than 10 feet away. I hesitantly lift my hand, as if to knock-

"Wassup, bitches?" a girl, barges in, and instantly back away when she hears. She mutters a profanity while covering her mouth with her hand.

"Shit!" a guy's voice curses. You could hear rustling of clothes and sheets ruffling. The girl who had rudely interrupted my knock, looked up at me, in a oops-what-do-you-know look. I glare back at her, while Blake unconsciously backs away from the door frame.

"You guys know we were having sex, so let's skip the awkward part, and jump to the part where Daisy and I go to Starbucks, and you guys get organized," another girl says, appearing in the doorway. Her hair was a mess and her tank top was on backwards. A guy immediately follows, completely red, and awkwardly leans in the door frame.

"Ha. Um. I'm Sean," he smiles, not keeping eye contact with any of us. Interrupting-Girl, Daisy I assume, snorts, and exits the dorm. The other girl trails her, throwing a wave to Sean, who smiles even more.

Without the girls, it becomes, like, thirteen hundred times more awkward. Blake clears his throat,

"I'm Blake," he was hesitant, but I knew he didn't really want to shake hands with this guy. He seemed clean and all, but honestly, he just had sex.

Sean nods, "Cool. Sorry, about, um, that," he reddens, and turns to me,

"Ryder, I guess, right?" he attempts. I nod.

"Well, I, erm, cleaned up already," he says, turning away, and giving us some space to send the boxes in. I slowly step in the dorm, not really sure what to expect. 

One bed was stripped from it sheets completely, and another was untouched. I walk to the second bed, dumping my bag, and my duffel bag. Blake follows, with some other bags. I stretch out, shaking the stiffness of the 7 hour drive away. Blake comes back again with the last duffel bag, and we stand there, looking around. 

Blake was my older brother, he had gotten a swimmer's scholarship at Stanford Uni, and while I had wished I had gotten accepted at Stanford, I was kinda sick of following my brother's steps. 

I mentally organized my side of the dorm. The walls were painted a dull white, not new enough to be 'shiny', and not old enough to be grey. And to be honest, it was tiny. This room was about the same size as the room I had back in Middle-of-Nowhere, which I shared with no one.