i've been thinking about this for a while now, i'm just too scared to write it

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[ fear of sharks ]

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i'm scared of new people.

Vaire stood alone in the dorm corridor. Her orientation guide was officially fifteen minutes late.

After her trial last night, she drove to uni and checked into her dorm room, only to find that her room-mate was missing—not that she was complaining, though. Her phone finally had proper signal and buzzed non-stop from Tori's spam texts—and mom hadn't called or texted her at all. 

She was about to leave, when she heard a set of footsteps down the corner.

A guy with tousled, blonde hair rounded the corner, his strides long and hurried. He saw her, and he flashed her a smile. He looked about her age, his shirt drooping to one side as if he shrugged it on just as he stepped out of his room.

"Vaire Warrens, majoring in Architecture? I'm Oskar Preston, your orientation guide. Welcome to UAF."

Vaire tried a smile, meeting his caramel eyes squarely. "You're also twenty minutes late. But it's fine, I don't mind."

He barked out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, about that I'm s— "

"It's okay, we all get hungover."

Oskar stared at her dumbly. Then he smirked, dropping his charming guide act that he was putting on.

"I got carried away last night," he shrugged, lightly rapping at her door with his knuckle, "with my girlfriend, who happens to be your room-mate."

Vaire looked at his sideways t-shirt. "She's in your room, isn't she? I didn't know guys and girls could be in a room together. Guide privileges?"

His smirk widened, "and hallway duty privileges. Let's start with the auditorium—there's the basketball courts and the arena stage for performances."

They exit the girls' dorm building, out onto a small courtyard where a couple of people sat  to study and eat nearby a small cafe. 

People seemed like family here—it was nothing like New York, where there was one in a thousandth chance you'd see someone ever again. She quickened her strides to keep up with Oskar's. 

"Do you know a Talia?" Vaire asked, as he swiped his card and pushed the glass doors open.

"Talia Fields? The one who made her brother drive two hours to get 'pizza that didn't taste like cardboard'?"

"I think so," she confirms. A blast of air hit her as she entered the hall, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor drawing her attention to the basketball players in the far end of the auditorium.

"She's like my adopted child," he says. "Not related, but I'd do anything for her." 

As they stood behind the sidelines to watch them the basketball game, Oskar nudged her arm.

"See the guy wearing number 6? That's West, the biggest wanker on the team. And the best, but still a wanker." He said with a smirk.

Vaire saw a dark-skinned guy dribbling the ball across the court, effortlessly weaving through his team mates. He leaped, slamming the ball into the net before he swung himself off the ring.

Then he looked over at Oskar and gave him the finger, whilst spinning the basketball on the same hand. Oskar snorted, and motioned for Vaire to follow him. West briefly smiled at Vaire when he noticed her beside him, wiping the sweat from his forehead.