Later that night, Isabella walked out of her dorm room and ran into Nami, who had just come out of her own dorm room wearing skin-tight jeans with a green backless halter top that had two long silver chains in the back. It was a look that Isabella would never dare to rock, especially with all her scars. The moment Nami spotted Isabella she smiled, then quickly frowned as she examined her clothes, “You live here too?” Nami asked, walking over to a startled Isabella. Isabella only nodded, then quickly closed the door behind her. “How did you land a single your freshman year?” Isabella asked.
“It was one of my conditions for coming here,” Isabella said with a shrug.
“Lucky. My freshman year consisted of two spoiled girls from prestigious families with rich people problems. Luckily that only
