Learning to Love you COMPLETE✌️

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University of Tennessee
5:24 am
Courtney Barlow

Two years later from High school Graduation

"Thank you so much for switching my dorm room Mr Pulse, I just really had a hard time studying with a famous girl always opening up the blinds to see cameras flashing at her and I,"

"I understand Miss Barlow, Dakota hasn't always had the normal life. And besides, this young man has had a room to himself for two whole semesters. It's time for a change,"

He passed me the key and walked back down the hall. I opened the door to see a punk blasting music and with a messed up kitchen and mud tracking all over. Puddles of school work were undone and as his eyes grew wide, I knew that he wasn't happy with the newest school arrangement either.

"Oh you got to be kidding me,"

"What the heck are you doing in my dorm?"

"This is now my dorm as well," I say pulling the keys out of my pocket. I walked over to the living room, and turned off the tv. Then I walked over to him throwing the music player out the window. I cleaned up the kitchen, picked up the school work and breezed through getting my room all ready.

"So where are you going to sleep?" He said walking into my room. "Oh you got to be kidding me!"

"What?"

"This was my room!"

"Well not anymore so go to the other bedroom,"

"There is no other bedroom!"

"Yeah there is! Right here!" I opened up a door not knowing it lead right to another room where a girl from my last years class, Gwen and her dorm room guitarist, Trent were singing a duet. "Oh. Sorry Gwen,"

"No problem! We needed to take a break and fix a note anyways,"

I closed the door and looked at the smirking boy.

"I'm Duncan. You?"

"You are sleeping on the couch tonight,"

"Okay then. I'll call you Princess."

I sighed and looked at him.

"I'm Courtney and I have a boyfriend."

"I wasn't asking if you were free,"

"Yeah well you were about to,"

"No I wasn't. Besides, I have a crush myself. And she's coming to this school this year."

"Let me guess, cheerleader, scholarship, annoying but pretty."

"Bossy, but pretty,"

I got a text and it was from Scott.

Scott

Hey Courtney

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Yeah
Can I tell you something?

Sure!
Great

Ask away

I'm breaking up with you

I got off my phone and blocked his number.

"I'm guessing that you're available now,"

"Yeah to anybody but you,"

I gave him the stink eye as he settled on my bed.

"So what do you want to do tonight?"

"Nothing with you, for sure,"

"Are you sure? Cause I make a heck of a kisser," He puckered his lips and closed his eyes.

"Ew! Get away from you ogre!"

"Wait. Are you—,"

"Yes and now get out of my room!"

I kicked him out as he turned on the news. I heard through my door that the mall from home town was lit on fire and burnt to the ground from rioters.

I stopped focusing on that and continued to get ready for school. The good thing was that I wouldn't have any same classes with that bozo because he and I were in different ranges. So I left.

Dorm room 845
6:02 am
Duncan Nelson

As I slipped into her room, I grabbed a piece of paper that said groceries. I wrote down Ice cream Sandwiches and my phone number down as a (fake) Secret Admirer. She would meet this 'special boy' at the park at 3 am tomorrow morning.

"Such a loser,"

"Think again Short Stop," Somebody said from behind me.

I turned around to see Heather. She had a suitcase and began to look at me.

"So what are you gonna do? Stand their all day and not tell me where my room is Bus Boy?"

Just then Mr Pulse came running in.

"Miss Dupenzie! This isn't your room! Your room is Dorm 844 not 845! Follow me to the right dorm. Oh! And Duncan, be nice to Courtney. I see she has changed the room for you. Oh! And Detention for you."

"Why?"

"You're late,"

But getting out of detention was easy. Compliment the teacher, act bothered by how your in detention for getting your hand stuck in the vending machine and then shake their hand like a 'pure gentleman' on your way out. Too easy.