Savage Me

Chapter 1: Confident

I'm bored to fucking death.

Leaning on the doorway of my dorm room, I watched the other students rush down the corridor as they moved in to their respective rooms. Some were struggling with their luggages, a few seemed to be with their folks, and the rest were already making friends.

Our dorm building, called Mettler Hall, was co-ed so there were a fair share of some guys on my floor. The boys who were already here sure looked like they didn't have any problem with that fact, with the way they were obviously drooling over the girls. Pathetic losers.

Well, at least they were doing something.

I hung my head back and let out a deep sigh.

"Cool hair. Silver suits you."

My eyes flew to the room across from mine. A girl with green eyes stared back at me. Her eyes reminded me of Spring. They were so green, so unlike my pale blue ones. Her curly dark brown (almost black) hair was just below her ears. She was wearing a pastel pink bomber jacket over a white turtle neck shirt tucked in a high-waist skinny jeans.

She looked way too dressy for move-in day – for a freshman. I mean, those kind of 'casual' clothes were only worn by stuck-ups who didn't really know what casual was. She didn't give off the snobby vibe, though.

Looks like we got a low-key rich girl here.

My fingers brushed through my smooth shoulder-length hair. I had it dyed silver last year, and kept it ever since. It suited me more than being a plain brunette.

"Your roommate's a weirdo, too?"

I glanced back in my room and saw my roommate whose nose was practically glued to her textbook. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I turned back to face the girl across the hall.

"Not a weirdo," I replied indifferently. "Just plain boring."

Mean? Kinda. If someone had a problem with it, well, tough luck. I seriously couldn't give less shits.

Rich Girl nodded to me. "What's your name?"

I crossed my arms and tilted my head. "Connie Anderson."

"Madeline Sullivan."

"Nice to meet you, Mads."

The corner of her lips quirked at the nickname. "Where are you from, Cons?"

I snorted. Saw that one coming.

"Mount Valley, New Jersey."

She nodded. "I'm from upstate New York, Pittsford."

Knew it. Rich girl.

"Any idea how to kill boredom in this place?" I asked, looking around while everyone was still rushing like kids who just got their first taste of freedom.

Huh. Maybe for some of them, it is.

"Hey, I'm as new as you," said Madeline, with a smile.

I let out a little laugh.

"But actually, I do have an idea."

I saw an all too familiar look in her eyes. I've practically seen it every single day of my high school life. They twinkled in mischief. I couldn't deny the fact that I've missed the fuck out of that.

Madeline took a step closer to me, completely ignoring the people trying to pass around her because she was now in the middle of the hallway like a boss ass bitch. I liked how there were zero fucks given.