After

Chapter 3

An hour later, after listening to my mother warned me against the danger is of parties and college men and using some language that is rather uncomfortable for Noah and me to hear from her she finally makes the move to leave. In her usual style, a quick hug, and a kiss, she exits the dorm room, informing Noah that she will wait for him in the car.

" I'll miss having you around every day," he says softly and pulls me into his arms. I inhale his cologne, the one I bought him2 Christmases in a row, and side. Some of the overpowering scent has worn off, and I realized that I'm going to miss this smell and the comfort and familiarity that go along with it, no matter how many times I complained in the past.

" I'll miss you, too, but we can talk everyday" I promise and Titan my arms around his torso and nuzzle into his neck" I wish you were here this year." Noah is a few inches taller than me, but I like that he doesn't tell her over me. My mother used to tease me growing up, claiming that men grow an inch for every lie they tell. My father was a tall man, so I won't argue logic there.

Noah brushes his lips across mine... And just then I hear a horn honking in the parking lot.

Noah last and breaks away from me." your mom. She's persistent." he kisses me on the cheek and her he's out the door yelling " call me tonight!" then he goes.

Left alone, I think about his Hasty exit for just a moment and then begin to unpack my bags. Shortly, half of my clothes are neatly folded and sorted in one of the small dressers the remainder is hung neatly in the closet. I cringe at the sheer amount of leather and animal print in the closet. Still, my curiosity does get the best of me and I find myself for running my fingers along it dressed made of some sort of metal, and another one that's so thin it's barely there at all.

Feeling the beginnings of exhaustion from the day, I lie across my bed. And I'm familiar loneliness is creeping its way into me already, and it doesn't help that my roommate's gone, no matter how uncomfortable her friends make me. I have a feeling she will be gone a lot or where she may have company over too often. Why couldn't I get a roommate who loves to read and study? I suppose it could be a good thing because I will have the small room for myself, but I don't have a good feeling about any of this. So far college is neither would I dreamed of nor expected.

I remind myself that it's only been a few hours. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be.

I gather my planner and textbooks taking the time to write down my classes for the semester on my potential meetings for the literary Club I plan on joining. I'm still undecided about that, but I read a few students' testimonials and want to check it out. I want to find a group of like-minded people I can talk to. I don't expect to be making a lot of friends, just enough that I have someone to maybe eat a meal with every once in a while. I plan for a trip off campus tomorrow to get some more things for my dorm room. I don't want to crack my side of the room the way staff has, but I would like to add a few things of my own to make me feel more at home in the unfamiliar space. The fact that I don't have a car yet we'll make it a little difficult. The sooner I get one, the better. I have enough money from graduation gifts and savings from my summer job at the bookstore, but I'm not sure if I want the stress of owning a car right now. The fact that I live on campus gives me full access to public transportation, and I already researched the bus lines. With thoughts of schedules red hair girls unfriendly men covered in tattoos, I drift to sleep with my planner in my hand.

The next morning stuff is not in her bed. I would like to get to know her, but that might be difficult if she's never around. Maybe what is the two boys that she was with it was her boyfriend for her sake I hope it's the blond one.

Grabbing my toiletry bag, and make my way to the shower room. I can already tell it's one of my least favorite things about dorm life is going to be the shower situation, I wish each of the rooms had their own bathroom. It's awkward, but it will be they won't be coed.

Or... I had assumed they wouldn't be, wouldn't everybody assume that? But when I reach the door, sure enough, there are two stick figures printed on the sign, one male and one female. I can't believe they let this kind of thing happened. I can't believe I didn't uncover it while I was researching wcu.

Spotting an open shower stall, I skirt through the half-naked boys and girls quickly, I pull the curtain closed tight, and undress, then hang my clothes on the rack outside bye blindly poking one hand out of the curtain. The shower takes too long to warm and the entire time I'm in there and paranoid that someone will pull back the curtain separating my naked body from the rest of the guys and girls out there. Everyone seems to be comfortable with half-naked bodies of both genders walking around, cars life is strange so far, and it's only the second day.

The shower Solace tiny, lined with a small rack to hang my clothes on while I shower and barely enough room to stretch my arms out in front of me I find my mind drifting to Noah and my life back home. Distracted, I turn around in my oval Knox into the rack knocking my clothes on to the wet floor. The shower pores on to them completely soaking them.

" you've got to be kidding me!" I groan to myself, hastily cutting the water off and wrapping the towel around myself. I grabbed my pile of heavy soaked clothes rushing into the Hall desperately hoping nobody sees me. I reach my room shove the key in instantly relieved when I push the door behind me.

Until I turn around and see the rude, tattooed, Brown-haired boy sprawled across staff bed.