Look After You | Colby Brock

College Boys

"So give me a call if you ever need anything" Oscar tells me after handing me a small business card with most of his details on it. We exchange goodbyes and I turn to face the building. I throw my bag over my shoulder and grab my suitcase full of my essentials till my boxes arrive.

The campus supervisor sits at a desk in the main lobby almost falling asleep in the late hour. I drop my bag onto the floor and cough to try and attract her attention. She sits up frantically and looks at me with a glare before remaining to a soft expression. "Hello, How can I help you?" She smiles and I exchange one.

"Hi I'm Aliyah Michaelson, I'm here to get a key to the dorm I'm suppose to be in" I laugh awkwardly and she begins to scan a few envelopes on her desk.

"Ah here, You're on the 8th floor, room 301." She hands me the envelope. "Thank you".

"Your roommate may already be in there, try not to be too loud" She adds as I begin walking away. I stop and turn with a confused look which she does not seem to be fazed by.

"Everything alright?" She asks. "You said roommate.. I applied for a single room" I argue and she laughs obnoxiously. "Single rooms are hard to come by, applications for them don't matter it's a first come first served bases and..We're fully booked this semester". "But this a unisex hall, What if I'm sharing with a boy I did not sign up for that?" I fight and she smiles apologetically. "Boys and Girls can't share a room without permission from the chancellor and even then he never accepts, so don't worry about that. It'll be another girl but there are boys on your floor" I frown but decide not to let it ruin my first week as a Freshman, I nod and begin to walk towards the elevator.

It can't be that bad. Maybe it'll be better, I won't be so alone. The ride to the 8th floor feels like an hour and finally I find room 301. I knock first before entering with my stuff. The room is lit up with a small white lamp in between two well made beds. There are sets of drawers at the bottom of each bed followed by a desk. "Hello!" A chirpy voice calls and my eyes lift from the oak wood desks to the small blonde girl jumping off her bed.

"Hiya, I'm Aliyah" I stick out my hand to shake hers and she lets out a laugh. She comes in for a hug taking me by surprise and I smile, it helped the nerves a lot. "I'm Roselyn but you can call me Rose" She smiles in return. "I thought I was never getting a roommate" She throws herself back onto her bed as I close the door behind me and lift my case on top of my bed. "Well either did I" I tell her about my situation and she listens sympathetically. After I'm done emptying the little I have I push the case under the bed and sit on top of the sheets. "But hey.. You seem nice enough and maybe it won't be too bad" she smiles and nods. "I don't bite" she teases and rolls onto her side.

"So that's all you have?" she points to the small pile of clothing and toiletries I've left on top of the dresser. "No no" I laugh softly, "I travelled from Arizona and my parents just thought it'd be easier to ship the boxes out" I explain and she nods understandingly. "Oh, That makes a lot more sense. I grew up in San Fran..So the drive saved the hassle."

She tells me a little more about herself, I discover she is majoring in Nursing and lives at home with her dad alone. I tell her about my parents previously attending UCLA and about my twin brothers. We chat for a little before I grab some toiletries and a change of clothes and explain I'm going to quickly wash before bed, she turns the light off and hits the hay herself.

"Ok, But that's not what she told me" A voice carries down the hall as I close the door behind me and scout for the female wash room.

"Why does it matter what she said? Come on Sam.. You're my best friend, You're really going to take her word over mine?" I hear the voice louder as I turn the corner. At the bottom of the hall I see a blonde boy angrily standing over another, who looks just as angry. His brown hair flops over his face. I stare without thinking as the Blonde boy speaks, "Colby..I'm not discussing this right now but I trust Kat's word. She's my fucking girl" he spits back at who I now know as Colby. I shift feet trying to be quiet but drop my deodorant to the floor. Both of their heads dart to me and they back away from one another. "Find another room tonight" I hear Colby call to Sam as he slams his dorm door and Sam heads off down the hall.

I hurry inside the female wash room and find a shower. Taking my time to think about what I just heard, I laugh quietly to myself at the drama of some college boys as the warm water trickles down my body.