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I pulled up to campus, and my gut wrenched. There are so many people. I don't like people. People don't really talk to me anyways.
It's a win-win situation.
**
I head into the admissions office to get my room key, and quickly head back to my car.
Room 223
I really hope I have a nice roommate. I can't stand bitches. Not that I'd actually tell them that or anything.
But still.
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I've always wanted one of those roommates that I become lifelong friends with, and we go to each others weddings, and our kids become best friends, and so on.
But like I said.
I'm not good with people.
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When I arrive at my dorm, the door is unlocked, which I would assume means that my roommate is there.
I slowly peek in the door, which I instantly regret.
There were two people jumping each others bones, to put it lightly.
They didn't seem to notice me, or if they did, they didn't care.
I just stood there frozen and completely unsure of what to do. I stood there with my eyes closed until I felt a piece of thin fabric land on my head.
I slowly peeked open my right eye, and boy did I wish I didn't.
After attending to process what the hell I just saw, my brain finally started to comprehend that I was at the wrong room. Or, more specifically, the wrong complex.
I took a deep breath and closed the door as calmly as I could.
I walked down the hallway, down the stairs, but on my way out the door, I bumped into the wall and stumbled back.
Before I could fall, a strong pair of hands grabbed my waist, and set me upright.
Walls don't have hands.
Wait, no. That's not a wall. That's a guy.
Shit
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