Before I start I want to inform you about NYU. There's not only on campus, there's a bunch of apartments around the city that students can stay in for NYU. You have to share a dorm but the size and everything depends on the building you are staying at. The part of the city you decide to go to school in depends on your major. I might not do it exactly like that in the story but just go along with it.
Emmy Russom will be Molia/Lia in the book.
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Playlist for this chapter: Anything But Love; Shane Harper Toxic Valentine; All Time Low Girls; The 1975 Needed Me; Rihanna sHe; Zayn My House; Pvris DKLA; Troye Sivan
Nick's POV "Uh, excuse me. Where's dorm room 101?" (a/n if u get where I got the 101 from u r da bomb).
"Walk straight down that hall and turn right." The man by the elevator said. I pulled on my bags and walked down the hall. I turned right and saw the number 101 on the door. I guess that's my room.
As soon as I got in I unpacked and made myself at home. I had to share this small apartment with two other people, which clearly won't be easy. I'm just staying here for my first year, as I get on my feet. Once I get my shit together I'm moving out, and living on my own. There's no way I'm going back to living with my parents.
This apartment has two bedrooms, a kitchen, one bathroom, and a small living room. I already placed my stuff in one of the bedrooms, which I don't plan on sharing. There's nothing else to do but check out the rest of this place, the city, and maybe even make a couple of friends.
I walked down stairs to the main entrance, but stopped once I heard a woman raise her voice.
"Miss there is nothing I can do about this, you will have to figure something out." A lady in her 40's said to the girl in front of her.
"How am I supposed to figure this out? You didn't assign me a dorm room. Do you want me to go sleep on the streets now?!" The girl with the black hair practically yelled. I couldn't quite see her face, but I already knew it was red. The lady looked taken back by the girls response.
"I guess I could see if there are any available rooms you can join." The lady goes back to looking at her clipboard.
"Thanks for the help." The girl sarcastically replied. What is she doing? Does she want to get kicked out, and live on the streets?
"Dorm room 101." The lady simply said, handing the girl a key. Shit, that's my apartment.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I didn't notice how long I'd been staring until I heard someone talk to me. It was that girl, she looked awfully familiar.
