Chapter 3

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"say you'll have a little faith in me.
just close your eyes and let me lead.
follow me home.
to where the lonely ones the roam..."

Brooke's POV

I unlocked the door with the shitty entrance card, still holding my phone and dragging my suitcase, which, i'd left to the very last minute to pack, when someone screeched.

On impulse, I shouted. "The fuck, dude?"

I took time to just explore the beauty of the suite, it was big enough to be an apartment that I'd never leave. The bed looked very appealing with its super soft looking mattress and very huge and comfy looking pillow. There was a small fridge and I was dying to find out what was in there as complimentary snacks. The bathroom caught my interest as well, but I had other things to deal with.

For example, the dude who'd screeched just a second ago. He was sitting on a just as comfy looking bed, not too far from mine, holding the comfilicious pillow to guard him as he slightly glanced at me while shielding himself with it. And not all the pillows in the world could stop me from seeing these two things: 1) he was naked, aside from a towel. 2) he was cute.

And nothing could stop me from doing this, either: bursting out in unhealthy fits of laughter.

"Ahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha"

I fell down laughing, and of course, hit my head in the process.

He jumped in horror, and almost reached out to help me, but apparently changed his mind after realizing his lack in clothes.

I was still laughing.

"Will you please stop laughing for fucks sake?"

  I stopped and stood up. "For some reason, you're not very intimidating. I wonder why..."

     "Look, roommate. I never wanted to go to this stupid place, my parents forced me. I didn't even want to have a roommate, so don't consider me pleased at the sudden change of events. And, to top it all off, you're a girl. And you come in here, like you fucking own the place, like those stupid stuck up superficial bitches, and laugh at me for something I can't control, and the only reason I'm hiding behind a pillow is because I'm uncomfortably naked. Other than that, I won't have a problem with you, if you just get out of my fucking face."

     Once he was finished with his speech which included yelling, I was hurt.

     He called me a superficial bitch, and that was mortifying to me. I suddenly didn't feel so happy and confident. It was who I was, I constantly had a change of moods. One word could tick me off and cause in some self harm, one word could stop the self harm from ever even happening.

     I felt sick to my stomach, and wondered how I managed to get on everyone's nerves. How was I that bad of a person?

    He wasn't the cause for my sudden mood drift, but he had triggered it. I didn't blame him, he was probably under a lot of pressure too. But I wouldn't trust him, or show any signs of weakness.

     "Fine. I'll get out of your fucking face, sheesh. I didn't mean to barge in on you while you were half naked." I said after the eerie silence broke.

     I dragged my suitcase across the unoccupied bed, and quickly exited the room, giving him the privacy he wanted.

     "Wai-" I heard as I shut the door behind me. I didn't.

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