The Mother of Fangs and Fire

Dorm Life

-Emery

The day had come to an end, and honestly, I didn't find it too bad. Apart from my first class encounter and my trip to the Dean's office, everything else went pretty, normal. I had lunch with my new friend Kyle and also got to know him. We talked mainly about how he spent most of his days alone. It was pretty hard to believe, considering Kyle was a pretty cute guy.

Right now, it was time for me to figure out where I would be living for my stay at the school. I had heard good things about the dorms, but I wanted to see just for myself. I hoped my roommate wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

On my way to the Dorm residence office, I saw Alpha Darius speaking with another student. He looked real stern and irritated, while the student just laughed him off. Wait a minute, that wasn't a student! It was the beta! He was so much shorter compared to Alpha Darius that I had mistaken him for a student. While replying to the alpha, the beta's eyes caught mine. He smiled and gave a little wave towards my direction.

I blushed intensely as this gained the alpha's attention. Alpha Darius growled semi-loudly, and I shook in fear. What if I did something; bad? He cleared his throat while seeming to be shocked at his actions. "Ms. Malone, is there a reason you are standing there? Do you need something"?

"N-no Alpha," I replied and shook my head furiously. He stared at me again like he was claiming me with his eyes. I was confused by his gaze, but something in me liked it. I unconsciously shivered at this. What if I got myself in trouble this time? When I licked my bottom lip out of nervousness, he awoke from his weird trance.

"Well then get going now, and don't go out past the dorm hours," he said with; much authority I couldn't dare to disobey. "Yes sir," I reply and then trudged my way to the dorm's office. When I entered, a small little bell rang indicating, my sudden arrival. The secretary looked up from her post and gave me a tired smile. "Hello, how can I help you"?

"Hello, I was wondering if I could get the key to my dorm room to please," I asked her nicely.

"Sure thing, the name"?

"Emery Malone."

She typed my name onto her computer and then got up when she found it. From there she went to a small cabinet, and then pulled out a tiny silver key with the number 215 on it. "This is your room key; you can find your dorm room through the elevators, second floor to the left." Giving her a thank you, I followed her directions to the elevators. The elevators were a sleek silver and had beautiful wooden decor for the floor inside.

After a few seconds, I stepped out of the elevator and made my way down the hall. I then came face to face with the door of my room and put in the key. With a deep breath, I opened the door and was; greeted by a neatly clean room. Two beds laid opposite each other, and one side was, decorated in navy blue and black. I looked around more instantly, appreciating the space and tidiness. While looking around, I noticed that a room with the door closed had a light at the bottom. You could hear what seemed to be a shower going on, and I instantly noted that my roommate was most likely in there.

Exiting the room, I head to my car to grab my stuff. It was only two boxes, so there was no issue carrying it. When I entered the room again, I was; filled with shock. There stood a man, a towel laying smoothly on his hips. Why in the world would a man be in the dorm room?

"E-excuse me, do you know my roommate"?

The person turned around, and their expression held; surprise. To try and assure them, I gave him an awkward smile; while awaiting his answer.

"Oh, uh, hey, no; I'm your roommate. The name is Cameron. I know this is weird, but I promise to explain this to you if you can take a seat real quick".

I nodded while taking a seat on the stool in the kitchen area. Cameron sat next to me and folded his fingers while laying them gently on his lap. His eyes; were filled with worry and maybe a wish for acceptance? My eyes softened at this and allowed him some sense of relief. Whatever this guy had to explain, it must’ve been important.

"Sigh, so the thing is.....I'm transgender".

I sat there in silence for a bit, trying to process the information I just got from him. It's not that I wasn't okay with it, it's more I was shocked and a bit confused.

"So are you-?"

"I was a girl, but that didn't feel right, you know? At a young age, something always felt different, and I couldn't understand it. Why did I want to be someone different, someone, other than who I'm; suppose to be? I tried to fight myself since when I started thinking this way at eight. But I couldn't deny it anymore as I grew older. It is how I ended up telling my parents".

"So you refer yourself as a; he right, wait I, am sorry if that came out rude."

"No, no, no, it's okay, and yeah, that's what I refer myself as, but when I applied for this school, my mother told them I was a girl. She doesn't support me as much as my father does and tries to deny who I am by calling it a phase. I know it's weird to pour all of this out on you right now, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I; feel it's better if I tell you the truth for both of us.

"Well, I think you are wonderful the way you are. I haven't known you for more than ten minutes, but I can already tell we are going to get along well", I reply while hugging him.

He hugged me back, the worry long gone from his eyes. Sadly, his mother doesn't accept him as he is. She's missing the wonderful; things her son could accomplish in life. Life is way to short for us to hate a person for trying to be who they wanted to be.

After our talk, Cameron helped me in my room. Since he towered over me, he offered to help hang my stuff up which, I could not refuse. We also got to know a little about each other as we shared our interests and hobbies. We told each other secrets we may have, not shared with others before, and exchanged memories of our past.

When I told him I didn't have a wolf or a mother, he instantly comforted me. It was then that I knew that I had finally found myself yet another person I could rely on when days get rough. Not only would he be there for me, but I there for him as well. Which was great; having a few friends does make life more enjoyable and less troubling to go through. Having him as my roommate, that was something I was thankful to have.