Wait, you ship us?

♡ Part 1 ♡

"I know, Mom, calm the fuck down!" I shout down the hallway, making my way down to the front entrance. I actually can get lost in my own home, it's as big as hell.

"No bad language here, Missy!" She shouts back, and I can hear her footsteps approaching me. I groan and facepalm myself.

Why can't they just let me leave to College on my own without the damn hassle?

I turn around and face my Mom, who immediately wraps her long skinny arms around me. I hesitate for a second, and hug her back. Mom normally doesn't do this. Ever since Dad died from a heart attack, she rejects displays of affections, kisses on the cheeks, hugs and all that stuff. She became depressed, a lot, and I once walked into her room to see if I had left my Biology books in there, and I found her cutting herself. I called 999 and I thought I would faint myself. She was pale and I thought it was over. It turns out she had been doing it a while, from all the scars on her stomach, arms, legs, everywhere.
She's a lot better now, but every now and then she'd scream for no reason, hyperventilating, and she'd have to get her weekly doctor appointments

It was truly the worst day of my life.

I slowly walk over to the entrance of 'University of Oxford' and open the double doors, sighing in relief as I hang my umbrella on the stand. It was pouring down with rain outside, and my jacket is soaking.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The receptionist smiles. I try to do it back but I don't bring myself to do it.

This is a college, not a Sainsbury's grocery.

"I'm Emily Grace and I would like the keys to dorm room 37, please." I take out one of my earplugs that are blasting out EXO music, and I sigh.

"Dorm 37? Let me check on that, sweetie."

She types a few things one her computer and stares intently at it before looking back up at me.

"That dorm room was taken a few months ago, in April," There's so much confusion in her it's practically written on her face. I gasp and take out the reciept from my Hansels backpack.

"Here, right here! Dorm 37!" I practically yell. She shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, but someone is already occupying that dorm, and all the others have been filled," My eyes widen at that. How? I got this last year!

"Then where am I supposed to stay? I applied to go to college here, and I have a right!" I slam my hands on the counter.

The receptionist jolts up and holds her hands up as if I was pointing a gun at her. "Emily, if not permanently, then temporarily, you'll have to stay with Blake Andrews in Dorm 37..." She mutters to me.

I groan and put my head in my hands. "I'm really sorry, honey," she whispers.

Yeah, right.

-x-x-x-

I trudge up the stairs with the bronze key in my hand, jingling with each step I take. This will turn out to be a horrible year, make it four.

The rusted brass numbers are nailed into the door.

37.

Here goes, my new life! Stay positive, Emily, stay positive...

I enter the house with a step and a sigh of relief escapes me. The house is entirely neat, and the only thing that's out of place is an empty packet of chips lying on the ground. I kick it with my feet and walk towards a door that has been opened a small amount.

That must be my room. It's better to start unpacking now than later.

I kick open the door a bit and throw my bags on the bed, until a scream is heard from behind the door. I freeze until I open it fully, revealing a thin boy with dark, coal black hair that is swept to the side. But,

He isn't wearing anything.

"Hey woman, ever heard of privacy? Get the fuck out!" He points to the front door, covering down south. I smirk and lift up my keys.

"Dorm 37. What fun." I walk over to the bed and sit down, closing my eyes. "Hurry up and change, I won't look." I say. I don't bother walking out, best to let him know that it's my room, not his. He can go make himself comfortable in the lounge.

"Get out, I'm changing here, whatever-your-name-is. Boys need privacy."

"It's Emily." I roll my eyes.

"Alright, Emily, get the fuck out. I'm changing." He growls.

"Great, nice to know, you dork (!)"

"No, I'm serious!"

"It's my room you know," I laugh. I open my eyes a peek and see him frowning, one hand still covering it.

"Get out. It's my room."

"Wow, amazing (!) Like, who would've known?"

I hear him groan in frustration and I hear loud shuffling, must be him changing.

"Now can you get out?" He says.

I take my hands away from my face and grin, seeing him dressed in ripped jeans and a black hoodie that says: 'I'M A UNICORN. DON'T JUDGE.' in white print. I open my mouth to say something until the guy who I assumed was Blake, holds his hand out to stop me.

"Read the shirt, don't judge," He grumbles.

"Why are you even here?" He says his running his hands through his hair.

"Because - for starters - it's my room. I booked it. I come here and see an intruder, not expecting that!" I say in a stern voice.

"You're calling me an intruder? You walked straight in here when I was fully naked!"

"That wouldn't have happened if you didn't come here in the first place!" I shout grabbing my bag and putting it on the bed.

"I call dibs," I say acting like an 11 year-old.

"What? No." He said dropping my bag onto the couch.

"You sleep there." He gestured to the couch and growled.

"Yeah, as if." I snickered.

"So what you're saying is, you're trying to get in bed with me." He said, biting his lip and looking at me up and down. The light reflects off his chocolate brown orbs and his tousled black hair is swept in different directions now.

"No. I'm saying, no one has the right to touch me." I say turning around, whipping my hair back to give him a taste of my wrath.

"Fine, I guess you could have the bed." He says from behind me.

I walk towards the window and see the other dorm rooms. I see a few faces, Jasmine, Kiara, Jeff..The college is huge! How would I fit in? I turn to unpack my stuff when I was pinned up against the wall. My back made hard impact and I look up to see Blake, one on one. His arm just above my shoulder and his hand on the wall

"Listen, whatever happens from now on? It happens under my rules. Rule number one, no mess. Number 2, no interrupting me and my games. Rule three, no friends over without my permission and anything I say or ask, you do, got it?" He stated.

"Woah, it's my dorm too, when did you ever become my Dad?"

"Let's just assume you want to call me daddy?" He smirked. He swipes his Jansport over his shoulder and takes out his phone from his pocket.

"Yeah, no, not happening." He smirks and walks off into the lounge, looking back at me with his eyes narrowed.

"I've got my eye on you, Emily Grace." He whispers, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

"Wait, how did you-"

And with that, he's out of the dorm.