One Hell Of A Year

Looks can betray

     "Oh, you startled me, sorry," I laughed.
     "I get that a lot. And your name is?" He said with a slightly too large grin on his face.
"Oh, um...Eden Rose." "Strange. They usually don't let chicks in here? Did you bang a teacher or something?"
  "No," I laughed nervously. He gave off weird vibes. The kind that one would try and cover with kindness. It was starting to work though. After that statement, nothing else weird came from him. "They ran out of girls dorms, and they really wanted to accept me. So, here I am." I grinned.
  "Ah, well I hope you don't get too close to David over there. I heard you were roommates. He's a tad bit dangerous. He always plays that shy guy act. I think he's trying to start a new life after that incident. But be careful, his ego inflates fast."
"What incident? And David seems nice. Why in hell would I need to be careful around him?"                "Oh, Eden, looks can betray," he pushed up his square glasses and turned to walk away, "I believe we have a class together. Stick with me. You don't be disappointed."
And with that, he slumped over and walked off with his hands in his pockets.
I returned to the dorm dumbfounded. What was the incident? Did he kill someone? Do drugs? Was he part of a gang?
  I snapped into reality when David turned around and moved a bleach blonde colored clump of hair out of his eyes. "Somethin' on your mind?" He says clearly reading my body language.
"Yeah, actually," I took a breath. "Ran into John. He says something about an incident, and how you're egotistical. I'm kind of confused."
"I'm going to kill that, dick," he whispered under his breath. Then he sighed, "well, I guess leaving that behind wasn't gonna cut it. Let's start over then," he stiffened with a smile on his face, "my name's David. I'm not exactly shy and I've got a few past regrets. My grades suck because I party too much and my mom is a bitch," he paused and let out one more quiet sentence, "and I'm sorry I lied to you."
His face lit with surprise when I began laughing. "I knew it! I guess the personality threw me off."
    "What?"he said while piercing into my eyes with his own brown ones.
"You're David Roller. We had karate together in eight grade."
"How so you remember that?"he said with a fleck of amazement in his voice.
"My memory is... well, something. I can Remember things from when I was only three. Strange isn't it?"
He laughed a bit, "maybe you're magical."
I did too, "yes, and maybe I can sprout wings and fly off into a rainbow."
"Yeah," he stopped laughing when his phone started ringing.
He picked it up and took a breath. When he held it to his ear, his shoulders tensed up. Eventually, he pulled it way from his head and recoiled a bit in fear afterward. It seemed that whoever was on the other end was yelling. When he put it down, they weren't finished yet. Then he returned to his laughing.
"Who was that?" I asked, "they sounded ...emotional."
"Nobody," he smiled, "so... what do you like to do for fun?"