After an hour of my mother warning me agains parties and boys she finally makes her move to leave. With a Carol Young-style quick hug and kiss, she exits the dorm room, informing Noah that she will wait for him in the car.
"I will miss having you around everyday," he says softly and pulls me into his arms. I inhale his cologne, the one I bought him three Christmas' in a row and sigh. I will miss his familiar scent and comforting hugs.
"I will miss you too but we will talk every day." I promise and tighten my arms around him. "i wish you were here this year," I say, nuzzling into his neck. Noah is only a few inches taller than me, but I like that he doesn't tower over me. he kisses me goodbye as my mother impatiently honks the horn.
After Noah and my mother are officially gone, I begin to unpack my bags. My clothes are neatly folded and stored in the small dresser, the remainder are hung nearly in my half of the closet. I cringe at the amount of leather and animal prints covering the opposite side.
Feeling exhausted, I lay across my bed. Loneliness is already creeping it's way into me and it doesn't help that my roommate is gone, no matter how uncomfortable her friends made me. I have a feeling she will be gone a lot, or worse, she may have company too often. Why couldn't I get a roommate who loved to stay in and read it study? I suppose it could be a good thing because I will have the small room to myself. So far, college isn't what I had dreamed of, nor expected but it's only been a few hours, tomorrow will be better. It has to be.
Before bed I gather my planner and text books, taking the time to write down my classes for the semester and my potential meeting for the library club I plan ok joining. I'm still undecided on that but I read a few student testimonials and I want to check it out. I pencil in a trip off campus tomorrow to get some more things for my dorm room, I don't plan in decorating it the way Dinah has. The fact that I have enough money from graduating gifts and savings but I'm not sure if I want the stress of owning a car right now. The fact that I live on campus gives me a full access to public transport. With thought of schedules, red haired girls, and friendly brunettes covered in tattoos, I drift off to sleep with my planner still in hand.
The next morning, Dinah is not in her bed. I would like to get to know her but I might as well not if she is the type of person that stays out all night. Maybe one of the people she went out with was her partner, I hope it was the short one for her sake. I grab my toiletry bag and make my way to the shower room. one of my least favourite things about dorm life so far is the showers. Why can't each room have it's own other than having a community shower room? it's awkward and I'm praying they aren't co-ed. My hopes are squashed when I reach the sign. One female and one male. Ugh. Having males in the same shower room is sure to be very uncomfortable and extremely awkward. I plan to set an alarm at least an hour earlier from now on in hopes that the co-ed room will be less crowded.
The shower takes to long to get warm and I am paranoid that someone will pull back the curtain separating my naked body from a room of both genders. Everyone seemed to be comfortable despite the fact that they shouldn't be. College life is strange so far. The shower is tiny, lined with a small rack to hang my clothes on while I shower and barley enough room to stretch my arms in front of me. I find my mind drifting to Noah and my life back home. I am distracted as I turn around and my elbow knocks into the rack, my clean clothes falling onto the wet floor. the water continues to fall onto the pile, completely soaking them.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I groaned to myself, hastily cutting off the water and I wrap my towel around myself, grabbing the pile of heavy, soaked clothes and rush down the hall, desperately hoping no one sees me. I reach my room and shove the key in, instantly relaxing until I turn around to see the brown haired girl sprawled out across Dinah's bed.
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Mystery / ThrillerCamila Cabello is an 18-year-old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time until she needs a rude girl named Lauren with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters h...