Save Me From Myself

Surprise

After standing in the doorway with my jaw on the floor for entirely to long. People started to take notice, giving strange looks my way.

Oh crap Dani, pull yourself together. Don't draw attention. Picking my jaw up and readjusting my bags, I quickly dart down the closest hallway and nearly topple over somebody.

"Whoa, whoa! Slow down there flash. You're gonna hurt somebody" I hear a sleepy voice say from above me.

I slowly look up to see a guy with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes smiling friendly down at me. Realizing he's currently holding my shoulders, I jerk away as if his hands alone burned me. His smile falteres slightly and confusion flashed across his face briefly.

He lowers his hands, holding out one for a handshake and readopts the friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Finn. Sophomore year and my favorite animals are penguins."

I stare at his outstretched hand incredulously and then the penguin comment finally registers. A small, shadow of a smile forms on my lips as I shake his hand finally.

"You're weird" I say with humor in my voice. He feings hurt. Putting his hand over his heart and gasping dramatically.

"Now that's just mean-" He smiles again "-where were you headed in such a hurry maybe I could show you the way"

"Uh um, I was going to find my new dorm. Room 317" At the room number his eyes widen a little and then return back to normal.

Confused by the reaction at the number, I can't help but think that maybe Taylor is a bitch and he's not to find of her. Whoopee! This'll be fun.

"I know where room 317 is, I'll show you the way." Then he's turning and walking away, waving for me to follow him.

I pick up my pace to catch up to him, we make our way into the elevator. My curiosity at his reaction was getting the better of me.

"Why did you look surprised when I said my room was 317? Is there something wrong with the room?" I ask expectantly as the doors close.

He looks down at me. Chewing his lip, seemingly mulling over whether to answer me or not.

"No no, nothings wrong with the room." He finally says as the elevator doors open to the 3rd floor, and stepping out.

I follow behind hoping he'll disclose more but it doesn't seem like he's going to. So I push.

"Is it my roommate Taylor?" He stiffens a little at the name. Strange so it is Taylor. "Is she a bitch or something?" He snorts into the back of his hand at that, laughing.

"Yeah, you could say that. She's a bit of a tough one." His voice is mostly humor.

I don't feel that everything he's saying is a joke, just part of it. But which part? He suddenly stops and I'm so distracted I almost run into him for a second time in the past 10min.

He points to the door next to us "Well this is 317, Taylor isn't in at the moment and probably won't be back for a little while so make yourself at home." He says before smiling at me and turning to leave.

"Oh and Flash, give em' hell!" He winks and then he's off again. Well that was weird I think as I unlock the door.

Inside the place is nice. Its spacey for a dorm and clean. One side of the room is made up with black bedding, band posters and school books are strewn about the desk. You can definitely tell someone lives here.

The other is completely barren, a stark contrast. I throw my bags onto the uncovered mattress and gently set my guitar against the side of the empty desk. Beginning to unpack my things.

After about an hour of unpacking and setting up my bedding. I finally stop to more thoroughly canvas the room. Eyeing over my roommates side again.

I notice smaller things like a soccer ball, car magazines, and a calendar of swimsuit models. That's when I start to think. Either my roommate is a punk, bitchy lesbian who plays soccer or-

"Who the hell are you?" A deep voice gruffly asks from behind me making me jump. I turn around to see a guy with dark black hair and bright blue eyes starring at me with a stern expression.

"-or they're a dude" I conclude as my thoughts finish out loud.