One hundred and sixty days of her. [c.h]

Chapter 2

After that warning he turned his back and started unpacking. I stood there, watching him take his clothes, and stuffing them into the drawer carelessely. I sat on the bed and messaged some old friends who had also entered college that day, asking them how was it being there fot the first time, and how their room was like and who was their dorm mate. Their stories seemed way better than mine was, they all made friends quickly and their dorm partners seemed nicer than mine, so i lied and made up a story of how amazing my experience was so far.

Luke left the dorm at about 6:45 pm, without saying a single word. I was releived, pressure was off and I could finally be myself and do what I had in mind, which was get some posters on the wall, decorate my desk and put a bit of personality in my side of the dorm, but first I thought of taking a quick shower because my skin glued everywhere and my armpits seemed to drown in sweat. My hair was wet and messy, my face leaked water that would run my whole body, I was officialy disgusting.

I grabbed my towel, my shampoo and body and stuffed them into a blue basket mom had bought me especially for this ocasion, and I head up to the showers.

As I got there I noticed the showers were mist, girls and boys showered inches from each other, but to my surprise there were many showers available as many teenagers, that is, girls and boys, showered together. Some kissed and rubbed each other like they were alone in a dorm, others took a shower naked but there were none actually having sex, i guess they arent shameless enough to that point. I chose one and placed my things in order to be easier and faster, putting the shower gel on top of the slippery divisor, then the shampoo, then the razor and then the shaving cream. i held the towel in search for a hanger till i gave up and threw it on top of the shower head.

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I headed back to the room, repeating all the names I got called in the shower in my head such as "Hot stuff", "Sexy asian" and "Daddy" which made me crack up a bit. It was funny to see how these sexually desperate teen girls reacted when around teen boys and vise-versa. I mean, I was, too , sexually desperate, I think at that age we all were, but I wasn't enough to show it.

Once in the dorm, I pulled out some boxers out of the third drawer of the very modern dresser we had and slid them onto my waist. Then, I took a pair of really short shorts (I don't know why I decided to wear them, I mean, mom bought them when I was 15 and I never wore them. 'Why that day? Why those shorts?' I still ask myself from time to time) and buttoned and zipped them up. I then took a tank top, a bright pink tank top (once again I don't know why I'd chose that, especially those two together. I looked like a boy who had just come out of the closet and was now wearing his favorite outfit) and slid it over my shoulders.

After hanging all my band posters on the wall and covering my desk with useless supplies and office material I was never gonna need, I threw my tired body on the bed. I sighed and observed the metal above me and focused on the squared pattern it formed before a bunch of kids came in laughing and talking very, very loudly. I hoped they were just confused teens that hadn't memorized their dorm number and came in by accident, but then I noticed Luke was amongst them.

The 5 of them tried sitting on the ridiculously small couch and soon gave up when two of them fell on the floor, cracking up loudly and annoyingly. I couldn't hear properly what they were saying, because they were all talking and trying to speak to everyone at the same time until a 2 second silence was formed after a group laugh and a girl's voice asked "Hey Luke, who's the gay guy?"

"Oh, he's my roomate, his name's Calum"

"Hi Calum" the girl who had refered to me as 'the gay guy' said.

"Uh, hi" I looked back at her and our eyes met. Her pale blue eyes met mine and examined my soul. Her eyes semiclosed in hope to see me better. She carefully looked at every bit of my face and mentally judge it, or so I thought.