It's Always Been You

Chapter 1

Kole's POV

My phone's screen shattered into a bazillion pieces as I hurled it across the room. I was literally drying off my body with the steam coming from my ears. I was gonna have to get a new phone soon. It was three days more to college.

Which was why I didn't understand why I was just being told that I was sharing my dorm room with some random girl I didn't even know. Parents could really fuck you up. I know I had little to no reason to throw my phone, but my anger issues didn't co-exist with the rational part of my cerebral cortex, whatever that was. I just knew it was part of the brain, but to be honest, I really didn't care. I was just in a really shitty mood. That tends to happen when your best friend sends you pictures of him and your girl banging to high heaven...

I thought through my life's current status as I grabbed the keys to my Mustang to go check out a new phone in my sweatpants and hoodie. Yeah, I know. Everyone wears that now. But I'm not everyone. I'm sleepy and annoyed.

I had been admitted into UCLA after my senior year at Potomac High. Mostly because of my good grades, and also because my dad was the dean of the whole campus or whatever. I didn't really care. I was done getting all my new stuff, and I just picked out the decoration for the room I was going to be sharing with my clothes, then I was suddenly hit in the gut with the news that I was sharing a room with some scholarship chick. And she wasn't even my girlfriend! Not that I wanted another one...

I finally got to the Apple store a few miles from my house and walked into the huge store filled with overpriced plastic and glass held together by wires. I went straight to the phone section, and took out a blackish grey iPhone. The only thing I knew about it was that it had three cameras. I was a hopeless at technology, though we had so much at home. I inspected the box to see if it had been tampered with in any way. It had not, so I bought it. It looked kinda cool.

I went to my dad's house after getting some ice cream. Yeah, I loved the creamy goodness. How do they make it? I got there to see my chauffeur. My dad must have called him there. "You seem to have a problem with following rules,don't you, sir?"

I was supposed to be letting my chauffeur, Hayden drive me around, but guess what,dad? You didn't end up with someone who obeys rules, you ended up with me!
I looked at Hayden and smiled a sly smile, "Alright, you can drive me to school in Tuesday," as if I was going to allow that.

"Uh, one more thing, Master Kole," he said softly, "We will be driving to school with Miss Liana, orders from your father." He then turned and walked away without waiting for me to question him. Good idea.

I stormed into my father's study, confused beyond understanding. "Dad, who the heck is Liana? And why is she going to school with me when I haven't met her before? Is this some kind of arranged marriage or something?"

I'm sure I heard him mutter something along the lines of "I wish," before he looked up at me from his romance novel or whatever it was. " She's the one you're sharing a dorm room with, and no it's not an arranged marriage. Though there is an arrangement..." I heard that last part, but I decided not to speak of that.

"And why is she sharing a room with me?" "You'll get to know soon. Your room is quite spacious,though. Now, if you'd excuse me," he said standing up, "I have a wife to see to." Oh, no, old man, I wasn't gonna let go of it that easily. "But I think it's - " "I don't give a rat's ass what you think, she's with you and that's that." "Can I at least see a picture of her?" I called out after his retreating figure. No answer. "So I'm guessing that's a yes?" I sighed and went to my room to start packing. I had nothing else to do anyway.

Three hours later, on this fateful Saturday, I stood in front of my closest, still looking for a hoodie that s screamed, I was supposed to be binge-watching Keeping up with the Kardashians, or at least the Platinum Life, but I'm here at this movie with you... That would come in handy a lot, because I wasn't much of a social butterfly, seeing as how I could count the number of friends I had on one finger.