Roommate

The Heavenly Douchebag

"Ok, set?" My teary eyed mom asked as my last suitcase was out of the trunk.

I took a deep shaky breath and nodded.

"God." My mom shook her head, "college. My baby's in college. Went by way too fast." She sobs.

I laugh and roll my eyes at her.

"Mom I'm still your little princess buttercup." I say as I adjust my cross body bag on my shoulders.

She embraces me in a tight hug and I hold her tightly. As if never wanting this moment to end.

We let go and before any other tears could be shed I grab my suitcase and walk towards my new home for the next four years. I walk up to the registration booth and ask for my schedule. She hands me the piece of paper and a set of keys.

"Room B24." She politely says.

I smile and walk towards the big set of doors. I look back and see my mom crying, but smiling. I wave to her and a single tear rolls down my cheek. I turn around and open the doors.

Finally, here. College. My dream college. UCLA (University College of Los Angeles).

I'm finally here.

I look at the campus ground map to help find my dorm room. I walk down a hallway, the B Hallway I'm gonna call it. I mutter to myself as I walk down the hallway.

"B21. B22. B23."

B24. This is it. My roommate and possibly my best friend for the next four years is behind this door. I put the key in a twist. The door creeks a little as I open it. I walk in and the instant smell of skunk fills my nose.

Is that? Is that weed?

What in the fuck?

On the couch I see the back of a guy's head with a hood covering it. Smoke rising from where he's sitting.

"Umm? Excuse me? Is this your dorm?" I ask walking towards the couch.

He completely ignores my question and flips me off. I start to get pissed off.

"Hey!" I scream and clap my hands together.

He groans, stands up, and turns around. He has curly dark black hair, gorgeous greenish-hazel eyes, and has a sharp jaw. He was heavenly.

"What?" He snaps, which cause me to snap out of my daze.

His mad face turns into a devilish smirk. Which is sexy may I add.

"Why are you smoking in here?" I ask sternly. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Whatever. Don't talk to me or make eye contact with me. Got it?" He says.

I roll my eyes and walk into the empty room. Before I close my door I hear him mutter something.

"I wouldn't want to talk to a stubborn bitch." He says then coughs obnoxiously.

Great the first day and my roommate is the most sexiest person alive with the shittiest personality.

Oh can't forget that he's completely a dick.

(Should I keep going or nah?)