Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart

Three

<Ava>

I stand up and begin walking in the general direction of the theater, not bothering to check if he's following me.

I keep going and when I'm about five minutes from the theater I stop and glance over my shoulder. Sure enough he's right there following me like a lost puppy. Cute.

"Alright so the theater is that way." I point. "Let me see your phone."

"Um uh ok." His hand fumbles into his pocket and pulls it out.

I add my number and while handing it back say, "Do not take this as a hint or anything it is strictly in case of an emergency, got it?" I raise my eyebrow and he nods.

"Good I'll see you around Z." I turn around and call over my shoulder, "Oh and enjoy orientation."

<Zayn>

I can't do anything but stare as she walks away, narrow denim clad hips swishing as she goes. I return my phone to my pocket as I head inside and grab a seat.

The house (the area in the theater where the people sit, yeah I know it makes me sound sophisticated right?) fills up quickly and soon there are only a few empty spots, one of which is next to me. However it is soon occupied by a petite (but insanely curvy) blonde.

"Hi I think I saw you around a bit earlier, my name's Haley I'm in the sculpting course here." She smiles and holds out her hand which has a set of perfectly manicured nails. Not the hands of a sculpture if you ask me. (Yes I can identify a good manicure I have two little sisters.)

"I'm Zayn."

"That's a great name! I wish I had something different like that, Haley is soooo boring. How'd your parents pick that out anyway?"

I try to come up with a clever response and end up with, "Umm from a book of names I'm assuming."

That got a laugh. She leans in towards me and brushes her hand on my arm. Uhh.

My attention turns towards Director Peterson, walking out to the podium positioned on the right hand side of the stage.

"On behalf of all the faculty and staff here at The New School, welcome. My name is Director Peterson and my job is to help transfer students, like yourselves, become acclimated to life not only on this campus but in this city. You have made a wise decision in coming here as we offer a unique college experience unlike any other school in the country."

Then I begin to zone out. I am aware of Haley chatting next to me and I occasionally nod my head and smile. However my thoughts are neither on this lovely PowerPoint presentation welcoming me to the school nor on the hot blonde just inches away from me (I know crazy right).

My mind wanders to Ava.

I begin to make a mental list of her pros and cons.

Pros:

1. Perfect face - her high cheekbones, ski slope nose, and full rosy lips put her at a model status

2. Perfect body - she could put a Victoria's Secret model to shame

3. Great (real) laugh - I tried to record the sound in my mind because I have a feeling it doesn't happen often

Ok so maybe the pros are all physical but hey I've only known the girl for a few hours.

Cons:

1. Sarcastic - yes I am too but she takes it to a whole new level

2. Conceited - man is she impressed by herself

3. Impossible to read - normally I'm great at sitting back and figuring people out but it's a totally different story with her

So clearly I'm having some mixed feelings about this girl.

"Thank you for your time now off to your dorms!"

Wait what? "Haley what did she say we are supposed to do?"

"Didn't you pay attention?" Duhh no, that's why i'm asking you. "Outside they have your dorm assignment and the names of your room mates. Come on I'll show you." She laughs and links her arm through mine.

We give our names and in return get our rooms and the keys.

"Look we're in the same building! Walk me Zaynie?" Zaynie?! What the actual fuck?! I am about to say no but the hopeful look on her face makes me cave.

"Uhh yeah sure." She giggles and pulls me in the direction of the building.

"You know Zaynie your accent is super sexy, where are you from?"

"Bradford, born and raised."

"That's so cool! I've always wanted to go to like London or somewhere."

Please don't.

"Well this is my room," She stops in front of the door, "stop by anytime." She puts emphasis on the "anytime" and adds a wink and a smile.

If she had said this to me a couple of years ago I wouldn't hesitate to take her up on the offer. Now, I'm not so sure.

"Sure thing." I smile and walk away in search of my room.

It takes me a good ten minutes but I finally stumble upon the door. Nervous, I hesitate before opening it up. What is that noise, moaning? I open the door and it takes me a minute to process what exactly is happening.

The brunette sitting on the bed turns to face me and screams while attempting to cover herself. "WHAT THE HELL?! EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING ASSHOLE?!"

"Umm actually this is my room so technically you are the one who should have given me notice." She scowls still struggling to hide her body.

A throaty chuckle comes from the bed and a guy props himself up on his elbows. This dude may have more tattoos than I do. His dark brown curly hair falls into his green eyes and he grins.

"So you're my new roommate."

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Yay finally it's finished! I would just like to say that I have no knowledge of the staff or layout of The New School I just picked it because I know it is a very artsy place and in a very creative community. I am doing the best I can to make this as accurate as possible but I don't go there so please bear with me! Thank you so very much for reading :)