Drunken Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - You Again?

 I walked into my room and saw a dark haired girl in front of her bed. She was wearing ripped skin tight jeans, and a black T-shirt. She had long black hair, and it was laying on her back.

"Hi." I said. She turned around, looking me up and down and then turned around. "I'm Emma."

"I'm Hannah." She mumbled. Well she seems nice? She didn't even bother to make eye contact with me as she only focused on her suitcase. I have no interest in communicating with her either, but we will be living together for 28 days.

"So, how-"

"Listen, I don't want to be here and I don't want some therapy session. I don't care whatever you want to do, I don't care if you go to parties and get wasted, or if you bring a guy in here and fuck him. Just don't talk to me." She slammed her suitcase shut, and went into the bathroom. Wonderful.

I walked over to my suitcase and opened it. The dresser next to my bed was empty so that I was able to put my clothes in the drawers. I placed them in, and Hannah still hadn't come out of the bathroom. She's probably drinking something she smuggled in.

I set everything up, and saw that the time was 5:30. I have no idea where the dinner hall is, but I'm starving. I also had an awful headache, so I took a Tylenol that my mom had packed.

I walked out of the room, checking in my pocket to make sure I had the key. I started walking down the hallway, and up to the front desk. I might as well just ask for a map at this point. The perky blonde was still sitting there, typing something on her laptop.

"Hi." I said.

"Hey! What can I help you with?"

"I was wondering where the dining hall is?" She laughed.

"Well there's multiple ones. But I'm guessing you'd want to go to the one right next to this building." I nodded.

"Thanks." I walked out the door, and it was even cooler. The sun was already setting, and I still had a headache. The wind was getting worse, and it was making my hair blow in all different directions. If I was thinking, I would've brought my sweatshirt with me.

As I walked into the building, tons of people were in there. They better not try and make us sit together, this isn't kindergarten. There was a line to grab food, and I got on it. All of this felt like I was at school, waiting in a line to get some lunch with a tray in my hand. Except this lunch, was much more gourmet.

Tons of meats and different breads and anything you could imagine lined the wall. I couldn't help but stare at it, there was anything for anyone in this place. I grabbed myself some pasta, a salad, a piece of bread, and a water. As soon as you got what you wanted, you could go and sit down. How much are my parents paying for this place?

I looked around the large area, seeing that everyone was communicating with each other. I spotted a table with an empty end, which I quickly occupied. I set my tray down, and looked at my food. Once I took my first bite, it was official that it was much better than lunch at school. I continued eating, and it was all so good.

"Emma?" A familiar voice echoed. I looked up to see Zayn again.

"Yeah." He smiled, walking my way. He put his tray down across from me.

"Hope it's okay that I sit here."

"It's fine." He sat down in the chair, grabbing his fork in his hand. There goes sitting alone for dinner.

"So how is your roommate?"

"Let's see, she told me to never talk to her, ever. Then she disappeared into the bathroom for like a half hour." Zayn laughed, shoving some of the chicken on his tray into his mouth.