I spent the next half hour pacing my room like a complete lunatic. I gave up trying to let everything go, and decided to get the hell out the place that had caused this giant mess in the first place. As soon as I left the apartment, I remembered I had no car, and was therefore, trapped. I stood thinkng and thinking, trying to solve whatever this was, but too much was too much, and I gave up. I collapsed in heap on the floor.
"You mental or something?" A voice came from the end of the hallway, shaking me from my mental quarrel with myself. I whipped my head out of my tear-stained shirtsleeves. A girl stood starting at me from across the hall. She had ombre hair pulled into a side-braid and a silver ring hanging from her nose. I hoped she wasn't the kind of person she looked to be. The kind that could punch me before I even had the chance to blink if I did something to upset her.
"Excuse me?" Don't make her mad...
"I said, are-you-mental. You're sitting there like you just had a mental breakdown, " the girl said.
Well, I sort of did, but I'm not mental. "Just pissed." She started walking towards me then.
"I guess we have something in common then." She straightened her leather jacket and said, "I'm Rachel. You?" She slid down the wall to sit by me. Maybe this girl wouldn't be as bad as I cut her out to be...
"Oh, um, Noah," I finally said.
"That's a boy's name isn't it?" Rachel asked.
Scratch the whole being nice thing.
I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. "Uh, yeah, I guess."
Rachel's eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. "I'm sorry! That was rude. I have a tendency to say things before I think..." She stared down at her black boots.
"It's fine really. Everyone always asks, but I like it so it doesn't bother me."
Rachel lifted her head and smiled. "Why don't we go to your apartment and hang out?" She said. "My friends basically ditched me for some stupid party..."
Crap. What was I supposed to say when she saw my roommate?
"Um, I don't know about that..." I stuttered.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Oh c'mon. I don't bite. What room are you?"
For some reason, I just couldn't turn her down. "6F." Her eyes widened. "I'm 6G! We're neighbors!" Wow, just my luck...
I mean, it's not that I don't like Rachel. It's just she's a bit different from me. She was this obviously popular, punk girl, and I was just a shy, boring person with a guy as a roommate. She'd probably move on from me as soon as she got to know me and I'd be left friendless, again.
Rachel grabbed my wrist, her black nails against my skin, waking me from my flashback and dragged me to the apartment. "You're going to the university right?"
"Yah, I start next week."
"So, what are you majoring in?" She asked me. "Journalism, kinda of my calling since pretty much my only skills are writing and talking too much." Rachel gave a laugh which made me feel half-better.
We had reached the door of the apartment. "This one right?" Rachel looked back at me and I nodded. Here goes nothing.
She pulled open the door, and of course, there sitting on the couch was Casey. Still shirtless.
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Apartment 6F
Teen Fictionthere was a boy. there was a girl. they weren't supposed to share an apartment. but they do, and there's nothing they can do about it. Of course Noah and Casey are both in for quite the surprise when they're thrown into the same apartment with no es...
