Chapter 1
1244 Words
I don't remember the last time I was this nervous. You need to calm down girl! This is something you've always wanted. So why are you freaking out?
Ok. Now breathe in and out. You got this.
"You don't have to worry about me mom! I'm totally fine on my own." A guy, probably a freshman gives an irritated look to his mom. I go past them. I feel sorry for her. It should mean the world to him that his mother is here to say goodbye unlike mine. Even when I'm flying over the States, really far from my hometown, mom was like, "You going baby? All the best and don't forget to give me a call once you reach there."
Done. That's all that she said to me. At least say, "You want me to reach you? You need anything?" But no! My bit my lip to resist the tears threatning to spill. I wish she had given me some attention. After all I'm her daughter.
What's the use of complaining now? What had to happen has happened and I had to relax my nerves all the way on my own!
Forget about her. It's not the first time she did this. Thinking about her will not help anyway.
I enter the overly crowded building and ask the receptionist for my room. She gave me a look that I wasn't expecting to see, especially today. A look that said,' Just get out from here.' She looked like those popular girls from school, with blonde hair and clear, smooth skin ( I wonder how they manage that). She didn't want to do this. I can it by the way she acts so impatient.
"What's your name again?"
"Zoey Hart." I answer her. "Room 203, second floor." She hands over the keys to me. "Thanks." I said even though it didn't matter to her.
I debate internally for a while. Stairs or elevator?
I decide the stairs. Some exercise will be good but problem is with these two 'huge' suitcases I'm carrying. I feel like a coolie. I wanted to bring my whole room here. I really mean it. It's so hard to decide what to take. You require many things all of a sudden, even the ones you consider not-so-important.
I hurry up the stairs to my room which is at the end of the hallway. Good place.
Oh man... I should have asked her if I had a roommate. I don't think I want any. Should I knock? Or...?
The room is locked so maybe I Am alone. I open the door and...
Oh. My. God!
What the hell?
A girl, is making out with someone on one of the beds!
And the worst part is that they didn't realize that I've come in.
Are they even humans? I mean who does that? They are not even married.
The moment I was mature enough to know about all this...sex stuff, I was told to save my virginity till marriage. And it's not like I believe in following all the rules and that stuff. I do and follow what I think is right. And to me, losing your virginity to any random guy is totally wrong.
I take a step back. I should leave them alone.
And where will you go? My conscious mocks at me. Now what?
Wait. Did I enter the right room? I close the door, living it slightly ajar and go outside to check the number on the key and the door. Yes. It's the same. I take a deep breath and open the door once again. I need them out. Now.
Oh no. I wish I didn't do that. Someone please rewind the tape!
They are undressing each other and are so lost in their 'activity' that they don't know that I've opened the door yet again.
I close the door, which shuts with a bang and hurry down the stairs with my suitcases. I need another room. I can't stay for another minute there. I'm sure that I spoiled their session but I don't care! Seriously? She may be my roommate or not.
Whatever the case is, I want a new room. By the time I reach down the stairs I see that the receptionist is gone and there's no one around. Oh God... How did the crowd vanish so fast? Magic?
So I'll have to stick around that room or that girl? Can this day be less disgusting?
Forget it!
But I can't.
I watched and read many movies and novels which include hot, make out scenes but I don't think I was ready to see one in person. Live show with an up close view.
And now if I go around the street with these two suitcases people will think that I'm homeless. Which I don't think is best for me. I don't even have enough money to book an apartment for rent. Is there no way around this? I let out a frustrated groan.
"Hey..." someone calls behind me. I turn to see who it is. Not someone I know. Then why is she acting all freaked out and... nervous?
I'm meeting wired people today. But that brown hair... which looks like it's dyed, is oddly familiar.
Wait. No. Damnit! It's her. The girl from the 'make-out' session.
"Hi." I give her a fake smile. I wonder if she guessed it's fake.
"Um... You looking for something?" She knows who I am. When I don't answer right away she goes on to say, "I can help you find your dorm... If that's what you're searching." I'm not so dumb.
"I found it. I just thought that a walk around will be good." I give her a tight smile. Of course she knew this was a lie.
She blushes for I don't know what and avoids an eye contact with me.
"Ok," she takes in a breath, "Let's be honest. I know that it was you who entered the room and," She looks at me, " I'm so sorry..." Is she really sorry? Not that her sorry matters to me. I think she expected me to say, "It's okay," Or something but I didn't say any of that so she went on,
"I've always wanted a roommate and when I finally got one I ..."
First things first, I am not feeling sorry for her. And second, I'm pissed at I don't know what! She reminds me of my cat. Whenever she robbed or spoiled something she would give me that look. Her expectant green eyes staring back at you.
"It's ok." I finally say.
"So you're coming with me? Back to our dorm?" What other choice do I have?
"Yeah. Sure."
"Let me take one of your bags." I hand over the less heavy one to her and follow her upstairs. This time I observe her. I must say she has a striking figure but the only thing is that she's thin. I should donate some fats from my body to her at least I'll loose some weight. Long blond hair with tight pants and top... which guy couldn't resist her? She smiles at some girls while heading. Maybe she is quite famous.
"So what's your name?" She asks me.
"Zoey. Zoey Hart. And you?"
"Angelina Samuels. Angie for short."
"Oh. Nice to meet you Angie."
"You too, Zoey."
I don't know why but something inside my head tells me that she is trouble.
- Writer
