The Roommate (shoey)

Chapter One

SHANE'S POV:
I was sitting at my bedside, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. I had applied for Will Stuvessent Art University. I was to stay in a dorm. Alone or with a roommate, I don't know.

Today, on my agenda, I had to get ready, take a shower, pack my stuff, breakfast, drive to my dorm, and settle in. You see, I am a very organised person and I like to have a schedule planned out.
I set out to do finish the first task on my To-Do list. I brushed my teeth, combed my defiant hair, and picked out my clothes. Then, I took a shower (doing my best to make sure I look extra clean.) While I was scrubbing down with my red cinnamon-scented Portuguese soap, a question popped in my head. " What is the meaning of shipping soap from Portugual just to smell cinnamony for a higher price I would pay for American made soap. It really got me thinking. I mean, there are poor, meal deprived children in Scandinavia who are starving to death. And all I was worried about is buying more soap. How selfish of me. How selfish of society. We put soap above others in need. Outlet society is ruined, and I am the only one who can save it. I make a mental note in my head to save our society and hop out of the shower.

"Ok, next on my agenda.... packing! I start folding all my shirts, pants, socks, and under wear and place them in my three suitcases. then I grab my art media and put it in my leather briefcase. I get dressed in the clothes I picked out: a plaid red and white button down, black jeans, and black vans. Not sophisticated enough for me, but I didn't want to draw to much attention to myself with my high-end fashion statement pieces.

Instead of making my gourmet breakfast like I normally do, I decided to go get breakfast out. I walked outside over to my cheap Mazda and drove around for a place to eat.

After awhile of looking I gave up because all the local shops were low quality, so I drove to the campus. Upon arriving, I noticed a college coffee spot and curbed to it. I was super tired and needed something to rejuvenate my worn body.

The mixture of cologne and dark espresso filled my nose as I opened the door. A big burly man with huge hands stood behind the counter, doodling on a notepad. I walked up and stood silent, for he was so focused on the sketch pad in from of him. He looked up, startled.

"Oh um sorry," he said in a deep husky voice, "may I take your order?"

"I will take a grande drip coffee." I replied. As he was fixing up my order, a leaned in to see what he was sketching. It appeared to be sketches of multiple women in high end outfits.

"Your total today sir is $2.00" the man said as he spun around from the espresso machine.

Browsing through my wallet, I plucked out a $5 and gave it to the cashier. I didn't want to sound nosy, but his sketches were so intriguing, so I spoke up.

"Not to invade your privacy, but may I ask what those sketches are for?"

The man, taken back, responded, " oh, well I am majoring in fashion design. I work here so I can pay the dorm expenses. On the topic of money," he chuckled, "here is your change sir." 

" Keep the change. I wish you success in your career." I said. I took my coffee from the counter and sat in the corner of the room, sipping my coffee and reading one of the books they rented on the shelf, called My Dearest. About 10 minutes passed when I heard the door open and felt a cold gust of wind sweep over me. Slowly shutting my book, I turned my head to see what had caused the disruption. A young man had walked in with white trainers.

Unamused, I turned my head back to my book to keep reading. He ordered his drink and sat down close to me me. I felt uncomfortable, for I need my space. I felt his eyes glance at me a few times while he was there. I presume that he was uncomfortable to, for only after 5 minutes he abruptly stood and left.

30 minutes passed before I decided to head out to my new dorm.
Waving goodbye to the man behind the counter, I stilled over to my car and drove off toward my new home.