Roommates

Chapter 1: I dont fall for bad boys

I walked into the High School. Today I was going to find out where my room was, and who my roommate was. I honestly didn't care who it was, it's not like I had to talk to them. A few people congratulated me, but I didn't know why. I pulled my gray hood over my head. You see, I wasn't exactly a social person. Nor was I popular. In fact I was a nobody. I had no friends and I didn't talk to anyone, unless I had to. I was a socially awkward girl, who liked horrors, romances, and comedy. I didn't have much of a fashion sense either. I wore a black band t- shirt, with some faded jeans that had holes in it, and my gray hoodie. I was also a nerd. I tucked some of my red curly hair behind my ear.

"You're so lucky." One of the girls said to me.

I could tell by her looks that she was one of Madison's minions. Madison Farry was the most popular girl in school, everyone loved her. Then there was Ace Jackson, the school's bad boy. There was also Matthew Jones, the cute boy that everyone adored.

I walked up to the list for the roommates and looked at it. I searched for my name.

Madison Farry: room 1 Addie Amaray: room 1

Chris Tylers: room 2 Matthew Jones: room 2

Sonia Rameriez: room 3 Abigail Conners: room 3

Dylan Woods: room 4 Kaleb Grayson: room 4

Kyrah Baker: room 5

I looked under my name, and I found out why everyone was congratulating me. My mouth hung open and my eyes went wide.

Ace Jackson: room 5

I was sharing a room with a boy. Not any boy, the popular bad boy, Ace Jackson. Ace was coming towards the lists and I knew I had to hide. I quickly walked down the halls to my room, hoping he wouldn't go in there. I mean he was the bad boy, he wasn't going to actually stay in the room, he was going to stay in other chicks' rooms. Like Madison, or Addie. I suddenly felt better. I opened the door to the room. It had two beds, two night stands and two closets. As well as a bathroom in the back. It was a pretty big room, compared to my room at home, but then again, there were two people each sharing one room. The walls were a pale blue color and the doors were white. It looked like a perfectly fine room. I walked in and put my backpack down on the bed on the left. I zipped down my jacket and placed it on my bed revealing my band shirt and my band bracelets. I collapsed on the bed and let out a big sigh. The door opened and my body shot up. I stared at the boy with my wide blue eyes.

"Who are you?" The boy asked, he had blonde hair, but I could tell it was bleached from the black at the bottom. He also had piercing brown eyes, as well as a tattoo around his wrist, like a bracelet, cliche bad boy figure.

"Kyrah Baker." I said, dropping my gaze from him.

"And what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I see you didn't look at who your roommate was." I mumbled

"I thought it would be someone I knew." He said, walking to the other side of the room, placing his stuff on the bed.

I looked away from him.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked.

"Everyone in this whole school knows who you are." I said. "Ace Jackson."

He smiled. "Yup. But I have a question for you."

I turned to face him, one eyebrow raised. "Shoot."

"How come you're not fangirling over me?" He asked, with a curious look.

"Easy answer." I said as he sat on his bed. "I don't fall for bad boys."

"Why not?" He questioned

"First of all, you're annoying, second of all, I'm not stupid, and third of all."