Tiny Dancer ~ Septiplier

❁ Chapter 2 ❁

Marks POV:
I've been waiting in 'our' dorm for ages and nobody has shown up yet, 'Maybe I get my own dorm?' I thought to myself. It was a decent sized dorm big enough for two with two beds, a bathroom and a kitchen with a small couch near the back beside a TV. I hope whoever shows up is friendly and maybe even a fellow lacrosse player. I waited for what seemed years until I heard a knock on the door. It frightened me to say the least because one minute I was waiting peacefully on my bed and the next thing I new I was on the floor. I rushed to open the door buzzing to see who my new roommate was. But to my disappointment it was only wade.
"GOD DAMNIT WADE!" I shouted louder than expected.
"Geez somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,"
"That's the problem I've been waiting on the side of this damn bed for over an hour waiting on my roommate to arrive to no avail."
"Well I just came here to tell you that me and Bob are rooming next door, we've been snooping about seeing who are roommates are, the usual you know?"
"Yeah so who are they?"
"Well the room on the other side of your dorm is Felix and Cry,"
"Cry?" I said cutting him off "what sort of a name is cry? Like who names their child cry?"
"I think his real names Ryan but everyone calls him cry, don't ask me why because I really don't know or care for that matter,"
"Okay so who are these people, lacrosse players? No?"
"Even better... They're nerds." Wade said with a look in his eye I remember from high school, Wade, Bob and I used to beat up nerds like them... Correction we still do. I returned the evil grin and as Wade left I knew this was going to be a fun year, well.. Not for them anyway.
I continued to put up more of my lacrosse and random band posters. These included panic at the disco and the beacon hill lacrosse team. There must have been about fifteen posters up when I decided that if I had anymore on the wall it would just look downright creepy. As I put up the last of my obsession I heard keys rattle in the front door. This time I knew it's was them.
I saw him, he was frail and small. He clearly worked out but not enough to be classed as buff, like myself. He had toxic green hair and a grey knitted beanie on which complimented his thin framed glasses nicely. He wore a knitted cardigan and black ripped jeans with a plain white t-shirt and black vans. He presented himself nicely unlike me, wearing faded jeans and a hoody with my lucky flannel around my waist. I looked homeless and he looked like something straight out of a Vogue magazine. It was like he walked off a runway in Paris or Milan and I looked like I was begging for loose change, wow did I have to up my game.
I tried to start conversation with him but it was like talking to a wall. I find out that his names Sean and that he likes to read and sarcasm is his main trait. Well if he wasn't going to open up to me know I still had the rest of our years here in university to find out. He was secretive like he was hiding something and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
After he left to go to his registration I called in to see Bob and Wade next door. I grabbed my keys not wanting to be locked out on the first day. I knocked on their door.
"Oh Hi mark." Bob said answering the door and inviting me inside.
"Welcome to my crib!"
I rolled my eyes, sometimes I wonder why I'm still friends with them.
*le time skip because I can*
"Did he say what he likes to do at least?"
"Not really, but he went pale when I mentioned it."
"He's hiding something."
"Well no shit Sherlock, but got any info on him for me?" Bob was that guy that new every ones business and who they were.
"Give me a day, I'll get back to you on it."
And with that I left to return to my room to get some well deserved rest. On my way back I saw the one person I didn't want to see, Ken he was the most American thing I've ever seen. If America was a person it was him. I leaned over the railings sighing.
"Ken what a completely unwelcome surprise."
"And what a completely unsurprising welcome" he replies smirking at me as he pat my back.
"Ugh can you go be someone else's pain in the ass please?"
"Nah, you know you might want to get a jacket. I heard its cold living in my shadow." He said making my grimace.
"Just when I thought you couldn't get your head further up your own ass."
"See you at tryouts Fischbach!" He shouted walking away. From secretive roommates to this asshat this was going to be one hell of a year.