ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ( jack gilinsky )

1 - sucky ten bucky

song moods for this chapter-
goldie - a$ap rocky

mia's pov

i stand in the front office as i wait for the lady to get me my dorm key. the words 'university of california los angeles' is embossed on literally everything. i get snapped out of my daze by the sound of loud chewing.

i glare at my best friend, tyler, and make a face at him. he notices and purposely starts smacking louder. trident is shook.

"why is it taking so goddamn long? i swear that little white lady went to her dick appointment instead of getting our keys." ty spits, quite loudly, i may add. his comment draws attention to us and i shush him.

"you're like... so loud." i whisper.

"and what about it?" he says with the same volume.

the lady comes back and hands tyler and i our keys, along with some paperwork.

i grab a pen and sign 'mia eisenberg' on all of the packets.

"what took you so long..." ty reads her name tag, "cynthia?"

emphasis on the -thia.

the poor lady furrows her eyebrows, "my name is carol."

"yeah okay, conner. so, how much did he pay you? you seem like a sucky ten bucky kinda gal." ty says as he rests his chin in his hands.

my eyes widen, "thank you so much, ma'am!"

i shove the papers toward her as quickly as possible and practically run outside. i seriously can't take his bitchass anywhere.

tyler catches up to me and we walk past the lecture buildings and towards the dorm complex.

tyler and i have been best friends ever since freshman year in high school. he's the funniest person i know, and the loudest. we both used to live in san diego, but we moved to los angeles together to be closer to campus.

"it sucks that we couldn't room together. fuck that same gender policy, us being roomies would've been so iconic! could you imagine us living together? making breakfast together, cleaning together, taking shits together." ty gasps as he links our arms.

i laugh and nudge him with my elbow. "i'm only a few doors away from you. besides, i'm kind of excited to have a new roommate. what if she's my destined best friend for life and i don't even know it yet?"

"bitch. i'm your destined best friend for life," tyler scoffs, "i hope she turns out to be a fucking furry."

"i literally hate you." i state and he laughs.

"no but really, this is a good opportunity for you to start fresh. you can finally forget about raggedy ass miles and start settling for some real college men." ty states and i nod.

miles was my boyfriend back in san diego. we didn't exactly end things well to say the least.

we get to my dorm first and i open the door with my keys.

i roll my luggage in and my eyes immediately dart to the gray suede couch. a shirtless dude is sitting there with his head tilted back, eyes shut and lips parted.

i squint and focus at his lap. i see a nest of blonde hair bob up and down and i choke on my spit.

"oh my god. oh my god!" i turn around and look away. my sudden outburst causes tyler to look up from his phone. his jaw drops.