At the sound of my sudden entry the figure on the other side of the room looks my way. Half of me wanted to turn away and run as fast as I could, the other half wanted to crawl over and hump the person's leg like those annoyingly horny dogs you see in the movies. Standing beside the bare mattress covered in boxes and bags is an extremely tall and ridiculously toned tanned skin man around my age, hidden beneath his beanie there was hints of blonde hair, his greenish hazel eyes staring at me in confusion. As if fate decided to fuck with me the stereo the boy was listening to started to play the beginning verse of The Irony Of Choking On a Lifesaver by All Time Low before the boy moved quickly to pause the music.
"Can I help you?" He asked me after am awkward minute of me staring at the glorious boy in a black tank top and black perfectly tight skinny jeans.
I shake my head in hopes to bring my brain back to normal function before clearing my throat.
"Uh, there's got to be some kind of mistake. I think you're in the wrong room." I tell him, pointing to the number on the door.
"No, I'm assigned to room 412, my key worked and everything." He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "You must have the wrong room."
I didn't respond for a moment, I just looked down at the stack of papers in my hand, the top sheet confirming my room number to be '412'. I moved to the empty side of the room, placing my bag on the bed, before sitting down myself, still staring at the line that read Dalia Evans room 412.
"I'm in the right room." I finally said, standing up to show him my stack of papers.
"There's got to be some kind of mistake." He muttered, "I can't share a dorm with a girl."
I don't think I was meant to hear the last part of his words, but I did. Involuntarily, my posture shrunk slightly. He must have noticed because he cleared his throat before speaking.
"I just mean, I don't think the dorm rooms are supposed to be co-ed. Maybe we should go talk to our dorm advisor?" He suggested.
"I don't think it would do any good. It said online that all dorm assignments are final." I nearly whispered in response.
"I- uh-" He started to speak as a knock sounded at the door. Seeing as I was closer I turned to answer it, nearly screaming at the figure on the other side of the door wearing his usual cheeky smirk.
"Luke?" I question to my best friend, who is supposed to be on the other side of the country checking in to his own dorm. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You hung up on me, I wanted to make sure everything was alright." He said, pushing himself past me and into the room. "Uh, Dalia. Why is there another boy in your room already?" He questioned, staring down my new roommate.
"Uh. I- Uh." I stuttered, trying to wrap my head around the current situation. First, my dorm mate turns out to be very much male, and extremely fucking hot. Second, my best friend, who is supposed to be at Yale University, is standing in my room giving my very male room mate the stink eye. "What is going on?" I sigh, running my hands down my face and sitting on the bare mattress next to my bag.
"Hi, umm. I'm Ashton." The beanie clad boy on the opposite side of the room explains, walking toward Luke with his hand out. "I guess, I'm her new roommate?" He says, but it comes out as more of a question.
"Explain." Luke demands, turning to me, ignoring Ashton's hand.
"You first, you're supposed to be at Yale." I tell Luke pointedly, standing from my seat and waling toward him and Ashton.
"I'm Dalia," I say, shaking Ashton's hand awkwardly, "And this is Luke, my devious and overprotective best friend." I explain before turning to Luke. "I'm still waiting for an answer."
Luke clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck before speaking, "I sort of lied about accepting Yale's scholarship." He mutters under his breathe.
"You fucking IDIOT!." I say, smacking him on the shoulder. Ashton stands awkwardly beside us, rocking on the heals of his feet, looking away from my assault. "Why the fuck would you do that?"
"UCLA was just as much my dream as it was yours." He half-heartily states, rubbing his arm where I smacked him. "I couldn't let you come alone."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I ask, completely floored by his statement. I know why he chose UCLA over Yale, it was for me, because of what happened last christmas, because I'm not okay. "Luke. I'm going to kill you. I'm not alone. I have Ashton." I say pointing at my new room mate, who was now playing with his fingers like they were the most entertaining toy in the world. He looks up at the sound of his name, his expression confused. "And I have Calum."
"Who the hell is Calum?" Luke asks, ignoring the rest of my statement.
I walk to the door, opening it before yelling Calum's name into the hall. Like a loyal puppy, Calum comes out into the hall within seconds of me calling his name, and I wave him inside of my room.
"This is Calum. We are great friends, we go way back." I tell Luke, gesturing at Calum to agree with my statement, but instead he just looks at me like I'm the weirdest person on the planet.
"We just met downstairs." Calum says, his voice low and full of absolute confusion. "I'm pretty sure you hate me."
Luke laughs at his statement before telling the poor boy "She hates everyone."
"You're no help, Calum." I huff, moving back to the bed and falling onto it, almost bouncing off.
"Nice posters." Calum says to Ashton, before awkwardly excusing himself and leaving the room.
"He seems nice." Luke laughs once Calum is gone. "It's too bad you've already scared the shit out of him."
"Shut up, Luke." I sigh, running my hands over my face, leaving them over my eyes.
"So, ughh." Ashton speaks up, coming to stand in front of me. "What are we going to do about the roommate situation?"
I sit up, finding both boys staring at me with curious expressions.
"What can we do? All assignments are final." I say unsure. "I mean, I guess we just have to make it work." I shrug.
Ashton nods once in response before returning to his side of the room and busying himself with unpacking his boxes.
"Since your here, you can help my grab the shit of the jeep." I say to Luke as I stand from the bed, tugging him towards the door with me.
"I don't like this." Luke says under his breathe as we exit the room and make our way down the stairs.
~~~~A/N~~~~
HEYYO!
What's up, bitchachos? No? Okay. Anyways. Hello. So, I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I don't really have an update schedule, as you can probably tell. Yeah, so let me know what you guys think and stuff. :)
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