Restricted II H.S

Chapter 1

I walk down the long hall entwining my fingers with my boyfriend Dean. His large hand envelopes mine as we walk down, ready to approach my new dorm at university.

Should I be scared? I don't know. I passed a girl on the way here and she seemed like she was about to pee herself. Dean and I laughed at her and it makes me snicker at the thought.

I don't get how people can be so nervous, it's just a larger version of high school but a big fun sleepover, and there are no adults to tell you what to do on the weekend.

I flick my blonde hair off my shoulder and look up to Dean. His tattoos cover his body so there is not a trace of skin you can see on him until the top of his neck. His brown hair swipes over his forehead and he has piercing cover parts of his face.

Dean has always been attractive in my eyes, and I can tell in other girls too.

He purses his pink lips and swipes his tongue out, running it over his metal lip stud before bringing it back into his mouth.

As I look up to Dean he doesn't smile at me, he just furrows his dark eyebrows in confusion as to why I am looking at him. Dean isn't very affectionate but I don't mind because I know he just has problems showing his emotions. Well I like to think that.

His deep brown eyes always catch me off guard, always falling into them, or being hypnotized by my drug that is Dean.

We met at a party a while ago and since then we have been inseparable. I had always gone to high school parties but that was my first time at a big collage party, so that's why I hadn't seen Dean around before.

We turn the corner and approach a white door that is identical to the rest in the middle of the hall on the right. The numbers 145 is printed above the door frame in thick black writing.

I let go of Dean’s hand for a moment and jiggle the door handle, the door is unlocked so my roommate must already be here.

I push forwards the door and take a step in while Dean leans against the door frame with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

The entire left side of the room is perfectly set out. The sheet on the bed is made, there are folders neatly put away and everything is organized perfectly. It sickens me, I want to walk over and mess the entire thing up.

My eyes scan the room; it is small with two beds, a dresser and a wardrobe. There is a small window in the centre of the wall at the far back. My eyes continue to trail around and are finally set on a girl who is sitting with a straight back on her bed.

I guess this is my roommate. I wish she wasn't though. I have been told to not judge people by their looks but honestly that saying flies out the window every time. She has a white blouse on and a long crème skirt. She looks hideous; the fucking skirt reaches her ankles for god sake.

Her face is pretty though, that and her dark hair is about the only thing so far that appeals to me. She needs makeup though; maybe some eyeliner will do her good.

We stare at each other for a while, her face looks shocked. Her mouth is open, her jaw is on the floor and her eyes have basically popped out of her head.

"I'm Carla" I say, trying to sound as nice as I possibly can. I can't help rolling my eyes at Dean when I turn my head back to face him though. Dean gives me a look back as if to say "I know right".

"I, I, I'm Sophie" she stutters. Stuttering annoys me, I don't know why it just always has, always will.

"Looks like I'm your room mate" I sigh and flop down onto my bed. I pick at the crisp white sheets that are over the mattress. I will definitely need to go shopping.

Sophie gives a fake smile that has obviously been forced and just sits there staring at me.

I lean my head towards Dean and give him a nod. He takes his hands out from his pockets and steps into the room. I look towards Sophie who is gaping at him. Something tells me that she will get on my nerves.

"Right, well I'm going to go. Text you later" his deep voice says, filling up the space between us. Dean gives me a pat on the arm and walks out.

He has never really been one for public display of affection. I haven't either really, what me and Dean do is none of the public’s business.

He turns on his heel and walks out the room, dragging back his arm and closing the door on the way out.

I am left in silence with Sophie, just awkwardly looking at each other. Something tells me that she isn't used to the way I look, as I am not familiar with her either. I have come to know a world where girls wear short skirts, tight dresses and lots of makeup. Obviously none of those things apply in her frilly little world.

In her world I am guessing that the clothes are loose, the skirts are long. The hair is tidy and the bra never shows. If you happen to be wearing a bra, and I am a passer-by in this unknown land that is her life, ready to disrupt everything.

I attached a picture of Carla (Main Girl) :)