Life Unscripted

College spirit

She tried defending herself, but I wasn't giving her that space to allow her to talk. I continued, ...I never do any house chores in the house because even before I wake up, you've already done them. You're an early bird compared to me, and never for once have you ever asked me to do anything, and I refused. I couldn't do anything because you always have it figured out. And even if you felt otherwise, and the chores were overwhelming, why didn't you say something? You had to tell your friend Tasha, of all people, you chose to tell Tasha. I'm sorry if you ever felt I was mistreating you or I treated you like a maid, but I felt like you were okay with it, considering the fact that you didn't give me any space to assist you. You would have talked to me, and we would have figured it out. I see you like my big sis, and I can't be in a house with someone and the person is not happy with me. I can't live with myself.

Stacy felt so emotional; I could see the expression on her face. I was sorry, and she was too, for not speaking up. Stacy said she didn't want to bother me since I mostly cover most of the bills in the house, that she felt indebted. But the chores were overwhelming, and she didn't know how to ask me to assist. I told her it was fine, but we are in school together, despite who pays more bills or not, we are both equal, and we would start sharing the chores from that day onward. Our conversation ended with a hug and smiles on our faces, and I felt light-hearted because I really hated it when something was bothering me.

Days passed, and we were back to being lovely roomies, with evenly distributed chores. Lectures were going smoothly, although some lectures I didn't understand, while others I did. I was hesitant in making friends, but I had this girl who would always sit close to me in the lecture hall. She seemed timid and kind of shy. One day, we bumped into each other in the hallway, and I helped her pick up her books. She was heading in the opposite direction, saying she was heading to our laboratory class. I offered to follow her since I was also interested in it. As we walked, I asked her name, and she replied, "Melissa." I was about to introduce myself when she surprised me by saying, "You're Rexalin, right? I mean, Rex." I was taken aback, wondering how she knew my name.

Melissa smiled and said, "Most people know your name. You're quite popular, even if you don't think so." I was surprised, as I didn't consider myself popular. Melissa was a cool girl, although not the most academically inclined. However, she had a great sense of style and high taste. As we spent more time together, Melissa and I became close friends, sharing similar interests. I took it upon myself to help her with her studies, ensuring she didn't struggle. We became inseparable, and people on campus recognized us as best friends.

However, one day I discovered that Melissa had a boyfriend, her high school sweetheart and first love. I felt a pang of jealousy, remembering my own experience with Max. But I pushed the feeling aside, not wanting to come across as a bad or jealous friend. To avoid being overly emotional, I gave Melissa space when necessary. I was genuinely happy for her, as she had found someone she loved. I realized that I needed to focus on my own life and relationships.

That's when I met Jane and Stephanie, two single friends who were nice and friendly. I was cautious not to put high expectations on our relationships, but it was refreshing to have friends who were also single. We would often hang out together, going to parties and having fun. I was finally starting to feel like I was experiencing college life.

As the semester progressed, I continued to balance my studies and social life. I was determined to make the most of my time in college and create unforgettable memories with my friends. Little did I know, more exciting experiences and challenges were waiting for me just around the corner.

On a faithful day, I came across a senior who happened to be an old acquaintance; we were neighbors back at home. We call her Alice, and she was so friendly. I was happy to meet her, and since she was a senior, I knew she would definitely assist me.

Within those six months, I made two friends, but they were just casual friends. I didn't want to put high expectations on our relationships. And Melissa was there too but was in a committed relationship which took all her time nevertheless We would always try to visit one another, read together, and go through our studies. Then, this feeling of missing out on things crept in because this isn't how I pictured college life to be - having fun, not just being engrossed in books and studies. I already felt smart, knowing I couldn't slack off in my studies. I'm the intelligent type; I catch up easily. So, I wanted to enjoy life as a college student.

As luck would have it, Alice would call to check on me and ask me to always come to her if I ever faced difficulties. My roommate, Stacy, and I became close, and she also took a liking to Alice because she seemed nice. We were close because we started sharing gossip and girl talk together, discussing guys we thought were handsome. It was fun getting to know someone else.

Alice came by, and it was noon. She requested we go out to meet some of her friends and have a bit of fun. At last, something exciting was happening! I was thrilled.