Seasons Change

2.

Chapter 2.

I took a deep breath, straightened out the wrinkles that had formed on bottom of my dress from carrying boxes and unpacking. "This is it," I muttered as I glanced around my newly decorated dorm room. "I am officially living on my own."

The dorm was much smaller than I had pictured in my head, but my side now felt quite cozy. My bed, which was set up to be slightly higher for optimum storage, was neatly made with a teal and black comforter I'd specially bought for college. The four pillows I had strategically placed to give it a more appealing look and I added a white fluffy throw blanket at the foot. On the wall, underneath some fairy lights right above my bed, I'd hung up some of my favorite memories I had from the past three years of high school.

With the help of Dylan, I had everything in my dorm room and unpacked by dinner time. Somehow, we managed to get everything organized before my roommate arrived.

Pulling my laptop open, I curled up in a ball on my freshly made bed. I had some spare time to kill, so I decided to watch some Netflix to unwind and relax until my roommate showed up.

Three episodes of Riverdale later, I heard someone on the other side of the door fiddling with the lock. My roommate was finally here.

I pulled my ear bud from my ear, eagerly jumped off my bed just as the door swung open. I offered the girl a warm smile. "You must be my roommate. I'm Lilly."

A pair of eyes blue as the ocean met mine, narrowed. "That would make sense as to why I'm putting my things in here, now wouldn't it?"

Her sarcastic comment took me by surprise. I couldn't possibly had done anything that could have upset her already. We hadn't even met before, so why would she not like me?

"Right," I forced a laugh to play it off as though I wasn't offended. "Of course."

My new roommate rolled her eyes, walked past me to set the small box she was holding on the other bed. She was much taller than me, and with her spiderly long legs that seemed to go on for miles, she looked like a model. A pair of black distressed shorts clung to her olive-colored skin, matched with a cute yellow crop top, and sparkled sandals.

"Do you want any help to bring your stuff in?" I offered. Maybe she was just feeling stressed out from all the emotions of move-in day and that's why she was acting annoyed with me. If I helped her to get all of her things in the room and unpacked, I hoped that we could become friends.

The girl turned; her pin straight black locks fell effortlessly over her shoulders. She gave me a once over, shook her head. "I think I'll survive."

I let out a soft sigh, turned back to my bed to grab my phone to text Dylan. If I was lucky then maybe he would let me go over to his place while my roommate unpacked. I had feeling my roommate would prefer it if I made myself scarce.

Dylan was quick to respond, letting me know that he would be over shortly to pick me up. I felt instant relief that he had gotten back to me quickly. My roommate was making me feel uncomfortable.

"Well," I said, walked over to my desk where I left my new ID card and room key. "I guess I'll give you some space to unpack your things however you choose." I forced a confident smile on my face, turned to the girl who was frowning at me. "I'll see you later."

She didn't respond with words, instead she offered a fake smile that made my stomach drop. My new roommate hated me.

By the time I made it downstairs and through the doors, I saw Dylan walking my way. I hurriedly made my way to him, desperate to get as far away from the dorm building as possible before my roommate came down to get more of her belongings.

Dylan raised his eyebrows as he saw me quickly approaching. I grabbed a hold of his arm, tugged him in the opposite direction of the dorms. "Come on," I pleaded, not giving him the chance to stop and ask questions.

He didn't seem to offer any physical resistance as he let me pull him along. "What's going on Faye? Why are you in such a rush to get away?"

I sucked in my bottom lip into my mouth, fighting back the explanation Dylan wanted. It was less than six hours living on my own. It was too embarrassing to tell Dylan that I was having problems with my roommate already.

"I'll tell you later," I mumbled.

Dylan hit the brakes, inevitably causing me to stop with him. Apparently later was not going to fly with Dylan. "Faye," Dylan said. His voice was stern, but laced in concern. "What's wrong?"

I dropped Dylan's arm. My eyes fell to my shoes, studding the white laces of my converse to avoid Dylan's stare. "My roommate hates me," I admitted quietly.

A light laugh came from Dylan. My eyes shot up to his. His smug lips curled into a wide smile, taking great amusement in my dismay. "Girl drama already?"

"I don't know what I did," I huffed, throwing my arms up in the air dramatically. "I have known the girl less than five minutes, and she is acting as if we are mortal enemies."

Dylan's features fell into a look a of false sympathy. "Really?" he asked, clearly trying hard to hide his amusement. He must have thought it was just minor girl drama, but I really hadn't done anything to deserve it.

"Yes."

"What's her name?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Not a clue. Our conversation never made it that far."

My head snapped in the direction of the dorms I'd just come from. There she was, walking along side some guy. Judging from the smile on her face as they chatted, she must not have hated him too.

"Right," Dylan laughed, unable to conceal his amusement any longer. "Of course not."

I turned my attention back to Dylan, placed both of my hands on his chest and gave him a slight shove. I frowned. "Stop it. I'm being serious here, Dylan. The girl seems to hate me for some reason."

Dylan only smirked at my sad attempt to push him away, swung his left arm around my shoulder to pull me to his side. "Come on Faye, don't over think it." He began to walk again, guiding us towards his car I could see parked just a few feet away. "Your roommate is probably just having a bad day. I wouldn't take it too personal."

I frowned. It was easy for him to say not to make a mountain out of a mole hill. Dylan wasn't living in the dorms anymore. Since he was not a freshman, he was able to rent his own apartment and be free of any roommates that could make his life hell.

Nevertheless, Dylan was right. I shouldn't over think what had happened with my roommate. She could very well have just had a bad day. Or she may not be good with new people, and comes across as mean. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. When I went back to my room, I would just have to go in with a clean perspective and pray that she would be in a better mood.

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Poor Lilly, not getting the start to college that she'd always imagined. What are you thoughts on her roommate? Why do you think she's so against Lilly without knowing her?

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