The Twisted Tale of Alex and Hazel

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Hazel POV

"Just forget about him, okay? He's just an asshole and we'll never see him again." Marina soothes me as we walk into Harrison Building, room 701 for the students in Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences. Marina's taking psychology, an arts subject. Her mother Adelina appealed for us to be roommates, and to our delight, the appeal worked. Much as I don't show my feelings much, I'm excited and relieved that we're rooming together. We're best friends, and after what happened today, I really don't think I can cope being with another bratty student.

"Yeah, I guess. Still, that guy is such a Fucking Bastard. I've never met anyone the likes of him. He annoys me so much, and I've only met him for two minutes!" Complaints of the guy stops as I swing open our dorm door. The room is simply decorated, with two single beds, two small desks and a large cupboard. The walls are a pale green, with a brown furry rug. Although small and simple, I can already tell that I'll like this place.

We fling our luggage down and flop onto our beds, not bothering to unpack. "So," Marina says. "After dinner, there's an open house for activity fairs (after school activities or clubs). They're quite important in our school."

"Sounds cool." I smile. Apart from that car scene, I'm sure that the rest of the day will be awesome.

Alex POV

"You shouldn't have done that." John scolds me as we drag our luggage to the reception. He's still ragging at me on the incident with that girl, and it's getting annoying.

"Um, she was in my way, and anyway she was so rude and refused to get out of my way. She was the one yelling and disrupting the whole campus anyway." I reply, rolling my eyes. Really, of all annoying girls, this one really stands out. In a bad way. "Gosh, I hope the chicks here aren't like that. How can I snag one without feeling like puking all the time?"

John jabs me in the arm. "Stop thinking about girls. Anyway, you really should have compensated her. You did scratch her car you know."

"Whatever, grandfather. Hopefully I won't see her again." I put down my luggage when we reach the large reception hall. Thanks to that screaming girl, we're very late, this close to closing of registration. The large hall is empty, apart from a bored-looking student who is probably a volunteer.

"Alexander Woods and Johnathan Alcott." I tell him. I know that we aren't sharing dorms; they split us into faculties. Like me, John's on a football scholarship (though obviously I'm way better), but unlike me, he actually wants to study and get a degree and a job. That's why he chose biomedical science, to study the genetics of us humans and find ways to improve our biodiversity or something like that (I honestly cannot understand half of what he raves about, even at my rare fullest attention).

The grouchy volunteer scans through his list. "Johnathan Alcott and Samuel Jordan, building Phoenix Stone, room 201" "Alexander Woods and Cody, building Lawson, room 417"

"Cody what?" Of course that's my first question.

"It doesn't say so here." The guy glares at me. "Are you done here?"

I sigh. I was still hoping that Johnny and I would be roommates. We've been best friends since young, and it would have been cool to share a room with him, even though he's a wuss and quite annoying and naggy at times.

"At least we're near each other." John comforts me, scanning through the map of the college the volunteer gave us.

"Yeah," I grunt and collect my card key. "Let's go."

XXX

I enter a tall translucent blue building. There are many students wandering around, most likely Freshman like me, talking excitedly and comparing dorm numbers. To my disappointment, there aren't many girls around, and most of them I see look pretty studious, like they've never been to a party before. I guess I'm here to liven things up.

I'm still a bit surprised that I, the cool and popular guy, ended up in Faculty of Engineering, of all places, but hey, it could be worse, right? Anyway, hopefully not EVERYONE here is nerdy.

I find my way to my dorm room, fix the card key in and open the door. To my surprise, my roommate is already there.

He is short and stocky, buff but also pretty chubby. As round as a barrel is what John would say. He looks pretty shy and quiet, like he'll just keep to himself, though I'm not sure. I'm not great at judging people based on their outward appearance.

Right now, though, my roommate IS acting weird. I don't know if he noticed that I have entered, or probably didn't care, and he's staring into the screen of his laptop, mumbling under his breath and twiddling his fingers.

I notice that he's decorated his side of the room (which he conveniently took without waiting to discuss with me) with print candy canes and toy soldiers as the wallpaper and stickers of action figures around it. Weird.

"Umm." I clear my throat and the weirdo finally looks up. "I'm Alex Woods, your roommate."

"Okay?" The guy stares at me, then goes back to babbling to himself.

I stare. "No hello, or my name's Cody?" I ask.

The guy scowls at me, clearly annoyed at being disturbed. "Hello. And you somehow know my name already, so that's that."

I sigh deeply. This guy really needs to have a life, and I'm here to teach him. "What's your last name?"

"Don't have one. I'm just Cody." The boy says firmly.

"Just Cody." I repeat. "Come on, you must have a last name."

"I don't, or at least I don't acknowledge it." Just Cody says roughly.

"What is it? Something long and embarrassing like Cody Abacadabra or Cody Pinazazaza?" I joke.

"Just stop asking me questions, okay?" Cody reddens. Oops. Maybe I do go too far.

"Okay...what are you studying?" I ask.

Cody slams down his laptop. "Mechanical Engineering, okay? Can you quit being arrogant and annoying and just leave me alone?"

"I'm just making conversation!" I spread my hands out in mock surprise. I pissed him off without even knowing it. That's got to be a record. "What are you doing that you're so obsessed with anyway?" With my super speed, I grab his laptop.

"Hey! Give that back!" Cody yells.

"What's the secret?" I open the laptop, and see, to my confusion, a bunch of voodoo dolls in a circle around a tea table, their heads hung in a noose. "Uh...what the hell is this?"

"It's none of your business, nosey Parker!" Cody snarls. Before I can grasp what is going on, he punches me. In the face.

"What the-" my nose is bleeding. I have to admire his guts. Short fat boy punching someone as awesome as me. Though highly unnecessary in this case.

Cody snarls. I swear he's going to kill me. For no damn reason apart from what is going on in his loony mind. I tiptoe backwards steadily, trying to escape this psycho.

No such luck.

He lunges forward, tightening his hands around my neck. "Don't look at my stuff!" He snarls.

"You are not normal," I gasp for air. I almost feel overpowered by this lunatic.

Almost.

I'm not a football star for no reason. Panting, I turn him over, landing on top of him and putting him in a headlock.

"Who's the boss now," I demand.

"Let me go!" Cody shouts. "You're good, but can you stop acting so weird and let us get along together?" I ask loudly, trying my best to continue pinning him to the floor.

"No! You nosey, annoying, cocky dumb jock!" Cody shouts. We wrestle and pummel each other, our shouts becoming louder and louder. Our door flings open and I see the administrator of our building frowning at us, with several gawking students behind her.

Uh oh.