Hunky or Funky?

CHAPTER 2

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I managed to land a punch on Alec's smug bastard face before Dustin grabbed me by the waist and held me back. Nancy had a horrified look on her face and I kept flailing my arms around in hopes of creating some more memories on Alec's face. There was a satisfying crack sound before Alec's nose began bleeding. He gave me a look that could have sent any sane person running for the hills, but as I said, I am insane on the inside and I don't give a baboon's butt about what he thought of me now.

"You owe me. Big time." With these words, he whirled around, taking his pathetic boxer friend with him. I stuck my tongue out at him only to be greeted by his retreating back.

"Yeah right, run, cowards!" I called back at him. He flipped me the bird. I just enjoyed messing around with such people. I knew he would never raise a hand on girls, which made it extra fun. You could hit him all you wanted, and he wouldn't be able to lay a finger on you. But I had heard stories of him pulling horrendous pranks on people he didn't like....

Huh, guess I should watch my back from now on.

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I was in my room packing my bags when my mother entered, carrying a jar of pickles. I loved pickle, and she had bought me some extra pickles to take with me.

"Hey Mom," I greeted her tiredly. I had been bustling around the house since the past three hours worrying over what I should take and what I should not take.

"Hey sweetie," My Mom greeted back. She smiled and took a seat at the edge of my bed. "I can't believe you've already grown up and leaving. I'm going to miss you."

"Me too. I'll call and text you regularly." I promised.

"And what about your rental apartment? Who is your roommate going to be? Have you confirmed everything with the landlord?" She asked worriedly.

My mother is a clear example of the epitome of worry. She worries day and night about things that she shouldn't be worrying about; I told this to her a million times before but no: she won't stop worrying. Worry comes to her as easily as anger comes to me.

"Yes Mom, I told you this before too. I have asked Wendy about everything and I'm all set to go," I deadpanned.

Wendy was a close friend who lived in the same town as my college, so I had asked her to scout out for a cheap rental apartment near the campus. She did find a really good apartment- a one bedroom and one bathroom affair. It even had a small kitchen. But the rent was slightly out of my budget. Wendy said that she had another friend who was searching for a rental apartment, and that maybe we could split up the rent. The roommate was a guy my age, but she assured me that he was totally trustworthy and that she knew him very well. Infact, he was one of her distant cousins, so there was nothing to worry about. I was totally fine with that, but if Mom came to know, she would freak out. I decided to avoid the roommate question. What she didn't know would not harm her.

I groped around to change the topic but came up blank. Finally, I told her that I was tired and wanted to call it a day.

"Right," she said and left the room.

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The next day I woke up with a loud cheer and a big smile pasted on my fresh face. Well, not really. I face planted on the floor as soon as I woke up but decided to ignore it as today was the big day. I was leaving this hell hole! Sure, I would miss my friends, but that was over ruled by the excitement of meeting new people and learning new things. Plus, I was curious to see my unfortunate roommate. Why, you ask? Because if I get into one of my bad moods, dear Mr. Roommate will have to bear my wrath. Well, I'm not that bad of a person, but I just hope that he's nice.