In Love and War

Chapter One: Gracie

When my parents dropped me off at the University of EdgePort I knew it would be good. My girlfriend, Jane was going to the University of Oregon where I used to live. I'd met my roommate but only online her name was Emily, she was cute. It would be hard to not scissor at least one cute girl before Thanksgiving.

But I'll do my best to not be completely debaucherous.

It shouldn't be too hard, I have my other life to keep me busy.

See in addition to being a chem major I am also somewhat of a criminal mastermind. My regime is known throughout Edgeport and the country. In one case, the world.

And that's how I made best enemies with Theia.

Oh my God, first of all what kind of self-righteous bitch names herself after a Greek goddess? And also, if we weren't mortal enemies and I wasn't reasonably sure she was straight...

The things I would do to her.

Moving on, the aforementioned Theia and I have gotten into quite a few squabbles over the few months since the accident.

She had been in the news quite a bit because of her seemingly supernatural abilities and she pissed me off from the moment I saw her.

Then of course I had to piss myself off by getting my own powers. I won't use the lazy literary device of coyly bringing up the Happening through out the story to keep you reading this, I'm gonna come right out and tell you, and I promise the actual story will come pretty soon.

I woke up.

Or I fell asleep I'm not too clear on the whole thing.

Nothing extraordinary had happened the night before and I woke up and could control shit with my mind.

Now that that faff's covered.

I say goodbye to my parents who are all over each other and will most likely bang when they get home and head into the Global Scholars housing hall. The GSHH is the biggest fanciest shmanciest dormitory on campus and i'm not strutting my money because I have next to none. As I've said before;

I'm a genius.

I don't steal money no no, that's too cliche and boring! See, I smuggle drugs! i'm the best there is at what I do and all that. But I got to school 100% legitimately. I just got a full ride through Edgewood High School's Advanced Honors program.

I opened the old dark oak door and stepped inside. There was a lot more marble than I'd expected. The place used to be a church and had the original stained glass grandiose window at the end of the main hallway. The window depicted Jesus turning water to wine. I scoffed and took the staircase to my left.

The church had been added onto vertically to accommodate the growing population of the city and school.

My biggest worry was that I'd be roomed with some snobby stuck-up rich bitch which was likely, moer than likely.

I'm looking for room 513 I have to push past giant swarms of people on the staircase, people who are looking for their rooms. I finally find it, blessedly I arrive before my roommate so I get to choose my side.

The room is beautiful, large, rustic, kind of a cabin-in-the-woods-meets-corner-office type vibe. We had a room at the end of the top floor with a staircase leading to the roof. There are hardwood floors and two queen-sized beds on either wall. At the head of them stood grand wardrobes that one would assume led to Narnia. Because our room was on a corner we had to giant windows and, *gasp* YES! PERSONAL SHOWER! I open my Narnian portal and face myself.

I'm not gonna lie, my hair and jawline are magnificent, my eyes are dazzling and my waist is to die for. Today it's hot, Even Northern California can reach ungodly temperatures. To adapt I'm wearing distressed denim shorts with a sweatshirt the color of moss around my waist with a plain white slightly see-through white T-shirt.

I decide to hold off on the unpacking and sleep, it's been a long drive and I want to be alert when I meet my new roomie.

I try to sleep but soon I'm drowning in my own sweat, I take of my shirt. I put down a blanket.

There's one more thing I do. or didn't rather. Remember to close the door.

I had just lay down when I heard whispers from outside my door.  I looked up and there was a small crowd of about five young women looking at my ass.

Enter the LGBT+ crowd. Literally. They came into my room.

"By all means, come in." I said sleepily.

A redhead leading the group turned to me and said, "You must be Gracie! I'm Emily but everyone calls me Mac"

"Afternoon." I got up an put on my baby blue New York tank top and was introduced to Everyone in the group and then left to get lunch.

Halfway to this café that had been recommend to me by everyone who's visited Edgeport my phone rang. Whoever was calling used *69 but I could assume who it was.

"Yes?"

"Griggs here," I assumed my gruff voice I use for *ahem* "work".

"What? What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just that we were cooking and two more people kicked it."

"Griggs, why were you cooking? We are in the transport business. Do I need to make an example of your other hand?"

"No no boss. I'll handle it."

He hung up. It pisses me off when he wastes my time like this.

I order my surprisingly underpriced coffee and sit down. I brought my computer with me in my backpack so I took it out and won't online for a while.

Then I got bored so I called an old friend who lives in the area to hang out.

While I waited I looked at some pictures of Starry. My girlfriend.

Damn I miss her.