Trxian
"Cabello... Camila Cabello." I watched the secretary search for my name in the long list of papers she had.
"Cabello, Cabello, Cabello... Ah, there it is! Room 258, you're sharing a room with a Lauren Jauregui!"
I took the keys she offered me and gave him one of my smiles, which I was sure would make him blush. That forty-year-old secretary was probably the youngest man in the place. Why had my parents forced me into a women's college? Well, I knew, but it still wasn't fair.