My Perfect Angel

Chapter: 6

Sawyer's P.O.V.

I can't handle it anymore. After attempting to have a conversation with my parents and getting that awful note yesterday I decided to take the deans advice and take a few days off of classes and have a me day.

I picked myself off the floor and rip the note to shreds then throw it out. I considered burning it but the school has rules around fire in the dorm room. I plug my phone into the charger and go to take a shower.

A long shower.

I spend about 10 minutes doing my hair and cleaning my body, then spend another 20 minutes sitting in the shower. I stare at the wall thinking about how my life turned to shit in a matter of a a little more than a day.

My roommate was murdered.

50% of the students body thinks I did it.

And I apparently have a stalker.

What did I do to deserve this?

Once the water gets cold I stand up and turn the shower off. I grab the towel from the rack and start drying myself off. I wrap the towel around my waist and decide to do my hair. I run my fingers through my hair a few times trying to style it before giving up on that. I grab a brush from the drawer and try that instead. After I run that through my hair a few times, I turn my head a few times and see that I created a messy bed head look and figure that's as good as I'm gonna get.

I walk back out to my room and see my abandoned Chinese food on the floor right where I found the note. I grab it walk over to my desk and open my laptop. I decide to finish it while catching up on YouTube. I put on this guy who gives advice to college students who, like me have no idea what they're doing in life. He's pretty cute with fluffy black hair and an amazing British accent.

I watch him for about 2 hours and stop when there was a video called "getting along with your roommate" and I couldn't handle watching it. I shut down my laptop and decided to take a walk.

I close my laptop, throw out my Chinese food and grab my shoes. I slip them on while grabbing my keys and phone. I make sure to lock the door as I close it. As I turned around I ran into someone.

"Oh I'm so sorry." I say while putting my keys in my pocket.

"It's cool," the boy says. He's taller than me with shorter dyed white hair. He has green eyes that are covered with sunglasses that are half down his nose. He waved his phone in his hand. "I stare at this thing more than where I'm going, I was bound to run into someone eventually." He lets out a little laugh.

"Haha yeah I'm the same way with my laptop, I should look out a window more often." I say with a small smile.

"Yeah I heard the outside world is nice." He puts his phone in his back pocket and gave me his full attention. "So what major are you in."

"Don't people usually start with their name?" I ask putting my hands on my hips.

"Is that how it works? It's been forever since I met someone new, I don't know how it work." He gives me an easy smile and leans up against my door. "Well I guess since I'll go first since I wasn't paying attention and ran into you. The names Teddy, what's yours?"

"Sawyer." I notice a camera hanging from his neck. "You into photography?" I point at the camera.

"I better be, it's my major." He says while playing with the straps. "It's why I'm in this hell hole. What about you? What's your major?" I let out a nervous chuckle.

"I'm general studies." I say looking down feeling embarrassed whenever someone asks me that. "Don't have a plan, I'm just in this hell hole to be here."