I had eventually made my way into the dorm. I walked toward the counter, spotting a familiar face and instantly, my intention would have been to walk away. Instead, I had hopes that Melissa had a bad memory and had no intentions of bringing up the fact that I all but ghosted her over break.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said as I leaned against the counter.
“Hello to you too. Look I need –”
“Are you fucking with me?” She asked with a raised brow, a chuckle befalling her lips. I could see her turning red as a few eyes turned toward her, they were also in the presence of the parents of first years. She stood up and leaned in close.
“Why are you so hostile? Look, I just need to know Caleb’s room number.”
“Even if I was allowed to do that, I wouldn’t. You know I can’t give out student information and of course there’s the fact you’re a scum ball.”
I resisted the urge to mention that Melissa looked hot when she was upset. Though I knew she had surpassed the grieving stage, not in denial and no longer depressed. No, she was flat out angry. Who wouldn’t be? I had dated her for a while, slept with her and then kind of fizzled out of her life, blatantly ignoring her text messages. Though, they had never really made their relationship official, at least in my eyes. What was with the need to be so coupley when it came to certain people? Wasn’t this the time of our lives that we are supposed to explore different options and date around? Not to mention, it wasn’t my fault that she had failed to mention she was a virgin until [I after] we had already slept together.
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call you back okay? It’s been super crazy with my dad you know,” I said. She did know the two butt heads quite a bit. “I just – I got a bit freaked out, I admit.” It wasn’t all the way a lie, but I wasn’t exactly a hundred percent apologetic. Still, it seemed to soften her up a bit. “I wanted to call you, but I just didn’t know how to deal with everything.” I looked around, nibbling on my bottom lip. “Why don’t we go out and talk about this? In private?”
I watched as she slowly sunk in her seat, a hint of a smile on her face. Bingo. Coming into my third year, I certainly had managed to officially master handling different kinds of women.
“Third floor, I’m sure you should be able to hear him.” Melissa said. “I’m off at nine,” she said suddenly. Of course with my popularity, being someone that could be around me was what most girls wanted. they liked being able to say they had an in when it came to me and my friends.
Melissa was right though, I could hear Caleb by the time I was off the elevator. His door was barely cracked, making it easy to walk in on him.
I chuckled, playfully pushing Caleb back before sitting on his unmade bed.
“You know we don’t have to go, but how else am I going to get a good look at all the newbies?” I winked toward Caleb before coming to a stand. I came to a stand and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “Come on, I bet Ana is waiting for us anyways.” The redhead had somehow maneuvered her way into the boy’s friendship, but she seemed to fit surprisingly. She also added that feminine touch that I believed we needed.
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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/ObW4f4o.png]] I found the countertop check in quite easily. Fortunately it seemed the dorms weren’t coed, though I wondered how hard the rule was enforced. My cheeks burned and I quickly forced it out of my mind. “Mikayla Lockhart, you’ll be rooming with second year Ana Walsh.” I took the keycard offered as well as a small contract that basically gave me a chance to document anything wrong with the room. Seemed simple enough, for a place that was this expensive I didn’t think that there would be a scratch anywhere nor an outlet out. Though, I suspected if I left the room in a condition it wasn’t, they were shy about asking for their money and my mom was already barely able to help pay for books.
I began toward the elevator, which was taking longer than I wanted and more than likely was due to the countless girls coming in and out with suitcase after suitcase of belongings. I stared at the orange suitcase sitting beside me, plastered with mages of places I wanted to go: Paris, Greece, Africa. I hated to think about the fact that there were places these kids that didn’t blink an eye about when it came to going. [I Oh Miami? Sure, I’ll book the flight after third period, we should be there in less than an hour if we take daddy’s jet.”
I rolled my eyes, glad that I somehow managed to keep these thoughts to myself. After giving up on waiting, I began up the winding staircase, pass girls who seemingly had come much earlier to unpack. I reached the room then, opening it to find a red haired girl already inside. She seemed nice enough, though I had never had a roommate other than my mom. All I could hope was that we would be able to get along. I realized I had been staring, before I finally shook my head and reached my hand out, giving a timid smile.
“Hi, yes I’m new – I mean, I’m a first year.” Of course I was new, I imagined a school like this had its regulars by now. I noticed the empty side of the room and walked toward it to place my things down. I dug around in my green satchel and pulled out my phone. I know it may have seemed trivial, but I took a shot for my snapchat anyways. I was finally here and I really wanted to get out of being [I that smart girl Mikayla]. I wanted to reinvent myself.