Our Messed Up Thing

chapter 8

The walk towards our dorms is quite long considering how big the building is. But we finally find the number we've been looking for.
Before opening the door, I turn to him and he allows me to grab my stuff from him.
"So," I start. "I guess, um, I guess I'll see you around?" I state while asking.

"I guess," He awkwardly nods. Why is this so uncomfortable?

"Okay," I reply, nodding too.

"Okay," He repeats, now looking at everything except me.

"Uh, d-do you want to wait out here a second just so that I can get my bags inside and help you find your dorm?" I ask, trying to break the silence.

"Um, sure." He says while we both notice all the girls checking him out when walking by. However, I ignore those rude women and open the room with the key I was given earlier. When I open it, it must have been my sudden breath-intake or maybe me dropping the keys that makes the girl sitting on one of the beds suddenly turn to look at me and drop her earphones off her ears.

"Oh hi!" She exclaims sweetly but loudly.

"Hi," I awkwardly reply, while taking in the mess of a room this girl should be the one to blame for and picking up my keys. What I'm guessing is my bed is completely untouched, its sheets are white and it's made perfectly. However, looking to the other side there's the hell room. Her bed is covered with flashy pink rock sheets and the pillow is randomly lying on the floor, looking as if it has been punched a couple of times. Many books are just covering a small pink carpet, which I bet is covering some stain this girl made, and she just sits there. Staring at me. As if this room were the most normal thing there is.

"You must be Georgia," She stands up and pulls her arm out for me to shake. I find myself examining her clothes. She is wearing lace tights, covering almost nothing and a really short skirt assuring me that if she jumps, everything would be visible. She's also wearing a pink crop top, almost like a bra, which is not even covering her back.
She must've been noticing my staring when she says "I really like pink," giggling. Oh honey, that is not my complaint.
I finally reach out to shake her hand while saying "Hey, my name is actually Gigi.".

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," She says while covering her face with her hands. Well, at least she's nice. "This is so embarrassing. I remember it being a weird name I just didn't- Ugh, I'm so sorry." She shyly smiles, gritting her teeth.

"It's fine really, I'm used to it." It's true, I am. It has happened before.

"Oh well, um, I can return the favor of your forgiveness," she says in an amusing tone, "By showing you around! I bet you're new,"

"My best friend is actually waiting here" I point backwards assuming it's more or less where Archie's standing. "I'm going to help him find his dorm."

"Oooh, him. A guy." She says, wiggling her eyebrows up and down making me laugh.

"We are just friends," I explain.

"That's what they always say." She sighs in a dramatic way. "I'm Nancy by the way." I nod kindly. There's a short pause before she speaks again. "So, where is this best friend of yours?" She screeches excitedly.

"He's out here-" I point while turning around, only to see that he has already left. "Well, I guess he isn't- anymore." I hear her whisper ouch and I turn back to her. She gives me a sympathetic smile which I've earned too many of, these couple of days.

"Well, um, I can still show you around if you want." She offers. "You could even meet my friends!" Her voice is loud.

"Um, sure." I decide to accept just because I want to show Archie that I can make friends and be happy without his company. "Do you mind if I unpack first? I really like to have everything organized,"

"Ah, so you're one of them." She says, even though I don't understand what she meant, I let out a little giggle.

These first couple of days won't be so hard now, will they?