Poison

Well, well, well.

"Karrie? What the hell are you wearing?" I asked my best friend.

She had a huge foam finger on her right hand and enormous blue sunglasses on, one lens saying "Cleve" and the other saying "land".

"I'm getting in to the school spirit for you, woman. Come on! Get hyped," she whooped loudly.

It was a pretty nice day outside, the weather was just right.

Not too cold but not too hot.

We were standing in the student registration area in the front of Cleveland State University of Arts. People were everywhere and it felt like a tight closet, rather than the outside lawn of a major college.

As Karrie and I pushed through the crowds of people to find tables to talk the leaders of the clubs, we found ourselves getting more and more lost and confused.

"Where's the Delta booth?" Karrie asked to what seemed like the hundredth person. We were at a not as popular booth and I looked down at the sign taped crookedly on the edge of the table.

"Theater Arts 101."

I looked at the guy Karrie was talking to.

Obviously he was barely listening to my friend's bickering because his eye caught mine staring and he winked a hazel one back at me.

He was pretty tall and light complected, his chin had a slight stubble. As he was half-way listening to Karrie, he smoothed his black hair down calmly and began to respond to her.

I couldn't really hear him so I moved closer behind Karrie so I could eavesdrop. 

"They should be by the Alpha Beta Fraternity on the other side next to that little administrative building," he said, pointing his finger to the other side of the crowd. The guy had a bit of an accent and my mind wondered curiously.

"Oh okay, thanks," Karrie said gratefully but as she grabbed my hand and turned to walk away, I stopped her and turned my focus back to the mysterious guy.

"Are you from Canada?" I heard myself say stupidly and I winced after.

The guy chuckled a bit and
nodded," How'd you know?"

"I could tell...and your name is?"

"Aubrey. Aubrey Graham." He stuck out his hand for me to shake and I smiled at him and accepted it.

"Robyn. Robyn Fentley," I repeated back.

"I'm Karrueche Tran. But I go by Karrie," my best friend said, slightly annoyed by the fact that I wanted to talk to, as she would say, an "irrelevant person".

"So what's your organization about?" I asked, looking back down at the neglected sign.

"Just the basics of acting and performing arts. We get more in depth with it when we get later in to the semesters...that is if anyone even signs up." Aubrey ended his sentence by scratching the back of his head nervously and letting out a sigh.

"Hmm...where do we sign up at?" I asked confidently and Karrie rolled her eyes at my boldness.

Aubrey shone me a white smile and handed us a clipboard happily.

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Karrie and I were walking from her car, our suitcases and things in hand.

She hit the lock button on her key pad and turned her head towards me,"I wonder if we'll be roommates. Weren't we supposed to go to that early registration thing?"

"Oh shoot I forgot about that. I thought you signed us up?"

"Girl, like I had time. Mr.Effiet had us working like crazy last semester. At this rate, I might graduate next year," Karrie told me, her voice raising up a pitch at her statement.

"We'll just have to hope for the best," I told her reassuringly.

We reached the dorm rooms and walked through the glass double doors.

A blonde lady was standing behind a counter with a sign that said "Dorm Sign In/Keys".

"Hi," I said greeting her.

She smiled at me, her thin lips spreading.

"Names please?" she asked simply.

"Robyn Fentley," I replied and Karrie repeated her name to her.

"Okay Robyn...you are in room 227 and Karrueche you're in room 228."

Karrie sighed aloud and I frowned.

Great.

My first year of college and I'm not even rooming with the only person who knows me.

My best friend and I took our keys reluctantly and drug our suitcases and bags up the elevator with us.

We walked in silence from what the lady told us and my eyes stung with tears.

Why do bad things always happen to me?

We walked half way down a long tan hall way with doors leading to other people's rooms until we found 227 and 228.

"Fudge. This sucks ass," I exasperated, standing in front of my door as Karrie did the same.

"I know, sister," Karrie replied back just as glumly.

I unlocked the door and was hit with the scent of cologne and nicotine.

My eyes teared up a bit and coughed lightly at the overpowering scent.

Whoever was in this room last time obviously didn't know how to spray fragrances properly without having someone choke to death just by walking past them and getting a whiff of what they spritzed on.

I rolled my suitcase next to a tan wall that matched the color outside in the hallway.

Next, I chunked my bag on to a bed that I hoped my mystery roommate hadn't already claimed.

The white bed sheets looked oh so comfy and they would've been a great remedy to the tension headache that was forming at the back of my head.

I surveyed the room, noting another suitcase laying on the linoleum floors.

My sub conscious egged me on, wanting me to have a look in the bag, but I shoved that to the back of my brain and sat on the surprisingly plush bed.

I heard the flush of the toilet and blood rushed up to my face in surprise.

I wonder what she's like.

I wonder if she's really pretty.

I also wonder if she can sing.

The bathroom door opened and my heart flew down to my high tops.

Instead of a female figure stepping out, a shirtless, familiar, and muscular one did.