I picked up my luggage with a huff. I managed to make it to the main building without anymore mishaps. The inside of the building was just as vast and glamorous as the outside; enormous, ivory pillars lining the entrance, gleaming hardwood floors, mahogany walls covered in various banners. I resisted the urge to let out a scream and see if it would echo.
They had two large tables set up across from each other, one for boys and one for girls. I rolled my eyes at the guys gawking and wolf-whistling at the incoming freshman girls. Much to my anguish, there was no one in line at the moment and all of their eyes snapped up to me. I gulped a bit and slowly made my way over to the girls’ table.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, and started, “Hi, my nam…” but I stopped and let out a squeal when I felt a large hand squeeze my bum. “Hello gorgeous,” someone whispered into my ear.
I whirled around, my hands clenched into fists, and punched him with as much force as I could muster. He cried out in pain and stumbled backwards a couple of feet. I ignored the pain searing through my knuckles and glared at him in disgust. My eyes widened when I noticed the blood gushing out of his nose.
“I think the bitch broke my nose!” he wailed, his hands cupping his nose, trying to stop the blood flow. Whoops of laughter erupted from the guys’ table, and soon enough, the girls joined in as well.
“That’s right, fuck off Chris!” one of the girls shouted in between laughs. A satisfied grin settled on my face as his cheeks turned red with embarrassment. I flipped my hair and turned to face the girls once more.
“Name please,” a pretty, red-headed girl gasped, clutching her stomach from all her laughter.
“Hazel Morgan,” I announced proudly.
They looked through a stack of folders until they found the one they were looking for. The red-headed girl handed it to me, her electric green eyes sparkling with amusement. “My name’s Victoria Brooks, but all my friends call me Tori. I’m the president of the Alpha Zeta sorority here,” she then lowered her voice a bit, “and we would love to have someone like you as a member.” She gave me a small wink.
In a louder voice, she continued, “Welcome to the University of London, and may these next four years be the memories you cherish forever!” It sounded rehearsed and false, like she had been saying it all day.
“Thanks,” I said with a small smile at all of them and spun around. Chris was now slouching in a chair at the guys’ table, stuffing tissues up his busted nose. A pile of bloody tissues lay on the table. With one last glare at him, I sashayed my way out of the building. I couldn’t stop the smile from making its way onto my face as I imagined the look on his face after I left.
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“45… 46… 47… 48!” I exclaimed. The campus had several dorm buildings with forty. rooms in each building. According to the itinerary, each room comes with it’s own bathroom. I was especially relieved about that part. Sharing a bathroom with about a 100 people didn’t sound very appealing. After ten minutes of walking the campus with a map in my hand, I had found my building, and now my room.
My heart rate picked up speed as my hand wrapped around the doorknob. I softly tapped the door with my uninjured knuckles and swung it open.
This school never ceased to amaze. I don’t even wanna call this room a dorm; it was more like a suite. It was divided into two parts. The area closest to the door was the living area with a midnight blue, three-person couch, a small coffee table, and a flat screen TV. Farther into the room were two bunk beds. A dresser accompanied each one. The cream colored walls and white carpet gave it a feel.
I noticed two girls in the living room. A petite brunette was sprawled out over the couch and a platinum blonde was sitting on the ground, facing the brunette.
“You must be Hazel, right?” the brunette beamed at me. She leaped off the couch and sprang to my side.
“Um, yeah. I’m Hazel,” I fumbled a bit with my papers until I found my roommates’ names. “And you guys must be… Brittanee Mattingly, Crystal Stowes, and Sophie DeSantis?”
The platinum blonde let out a soft chuckle. She had a beautiful smile that reached all the way to her stunning blue eyes. “Yeah, I’m Crystal. That’s Brittanee,” she said, pointing to the brunette, “And Sophie…”
She was cut off when the door opened, and in walked in a really tall girl with curly, blonde hair. Her eyes snapped towards me, and she gave a disgusted sniff. “Who the hell are you?” she snapped quite rudely. I raised an eyebrow at her, appalled at her vile attitude. I’m going to guess this was Sophie.
“She’s our new roommate remember? We told you about her yesterday,” Brittanee scolded, “And I think I remember telling you to be nice!”
Sophie’s eyes raked over my body with a disgusted look. “Ugh, fine whatever,” she rolled her eyes and opened the door. I jumped as the door closed with a loud slam.
“Well, isn’t she delightful,” I said in a flat tone. The girls both had apologetic looks on their faces. “That’s Sophie for you, but we call her Soph,” Crystal said ruefully, “...listen, I know she comes off as a bitch, but that’s only because she’s going through a rough time.”
“Why, what happened?” I asked, suddenly interested. Crystal made eye contact with Brittanee and simply shook her head. “Nothing important…” she murmured. They both uncomfortably looked out at their feet, and the room fell into an awkward silence. Suddenly, Brittany's eyes lit up with excitement. She slapped Crystal on the arm. “Ow, what?” she complained.
“We forgot to tell her about the party!” she squealed, jumping up and down. A look of recognition fell on Crystal’s face, and she gave me a knowing grin.
“What party?” I asked confused.
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