Need Somebody

Chapter 3

The rest of my day goes by relatively fast. My two other classes I had that day, English and Biology, were repeats of my first class. Tomorrow will be the same, but a much shorter day since I only have two classes, History and Drama. Lucky for me, that means I only have to deal with Barbie and playboy Mason on Mondays and Wednesdays.

It's 1:00 when I leave my Biology class. I decide to get a head start and find my two other classes so I'm prepared for tomorrow and don't need to ask anyone for directions. When I walk out the building, the warm Georgia heat hits me and I wish I could've worn shorts. Yes I know, public colleges don't have dress codes, but I have my own.

Everyone on campus is either walking alone and listening to music or walking with a friend and talking about the latest gossip. Everyone except me, which I'm fine with, it's not like I'm really missing out on anything. All the girls are wearing shorts and tank tops and the guys are dressed the same, so when I walk by with jeans and a cardigan I get a few strange looks. Whatever, they don't know anything.

After an hour of endless walking and climbing stairs, I finish my quest to find my two classes when I hear my stomach rumble. I decide to find my way to my dorm to drop off my belongings and head to the cafeteria to get some lunch.

When I get the the brick hall way that leads to my dorm, I notice Barbie a few doors down from mine with a guy whose arm is pushed up against the wall. It's not playboy, but another guy. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. I thought she had a thing with playboy? Then I realize she only lives a few doors down from me. Super.

I sneak into my room quickly before she notices me and close the door quietly with my back resting against it and my eyes shut tight. I don't know why she gets to me so much already, maybe it's her desperation for attention. That has to be it.

"You alright there?" A voice surprises me and I slightly jump. I look to my right and notice my roommate sitting at her desk with an open notebook in front and a pen in hand.

"Oh, sorry, yeah I'm okay." I tell her not really sure what to say. She nods her head, not believing me.

"So, how were your classes? You don't already have homework do you?" I ask her trying to take the attention off of me.

She closes her notebook, pushes her chair back, and kicks her feet upon her desk, "I've never had such boring professors before! They're so studious and serious. They did a quick introduction, went over the syllabus, the dove right into teaching! I already have an assignment due on Wednesday!" She rants while throwing her hands up in the air.

"How were your classes? Please tell me you have homework too so I know I didn't get all the annoying professors," she begs.

"No-," I chuckle at her exaggerated desperation, "-no homework yet. My last two classes were fine, mostly everyone minded their own business, but my first class was super annoying," I tell her but instantly regret when she becomes persistent and asks why. I debate on telling her since we don't know each other super well and she could be Barbies friend. Then again, I need at least one friend while I'm here and she doesn't even know which blonde I could be talking about, there are hundreds on this campus.

"Well it started when I asked a girl for directions..." and then I continue to tell her about my eventful eight a.m. class. A few laughs and gasps escape her mouth as I tell her the story, but when I'm finished she says,

"Don't you love a mystery? I do and I think you should figure out what this 'mystery mans' deal is,"

"No, I think I'm good. Guys and me don't really mix well." Dammit, why did I just say that? I need to change the subject, fast before she asks-