Disclamer - I do not own anything, much to my dismay.

A/N: I hope you all like this. Please review. :)

At graduation my peers stood on their self-righteous podium and told my class that we had the power and ability to accomplish anything. That we could be whoever we wanted, and would be able to overcome any roadblocks that stood in our way.

According to my mother however; that is the biggest load of bullshit she has ever heard.

Charming isn't she?

I, Spencer Carlin; am to become a doctor, just like Mommy dearest.

Talk about a load of bullshit.

Blood and gore, no thank you. That shit makes my butt hurt, and I feel the need to flex my butt muscles.

I know what you're thinking, weird right? That it would make it hurt like that.

But I have buns of steel baby. Buns of steel.

Anyways, back to the doctor bullshit. Yeah, that isn't happening. I don't have the patience to deal with sick people. I'm the type of person that would Google the symptoms. Lazy, I know.

I want to be a Writer. I'm all about writing cryptic and heartbroken poems.

The trouble is though; I've never been in love.

How screwed up is that? That I've never been in love; so I'm heartbroken for never having that amazing experience.

Hence the cryptic, heartbroken poems.

I'm a complex person; try and keep up.

So, back to the present.

Here I am, standing in front of my dream school; Ohio University. I've always loved this place, and the fact that it has one of the best Writing Programs in the country is a definite plus.

Ohh boy, my brilliant Mother has decided to tag along, and of course offer some of her 'pearls of wisdom'.

Cheese and rice someone get this deranged woman a reality check.

"You know Spencer, I still think that Ohio State University would have been a better choice. I could still speak to Ben Richards about getting you into the Medical Program."

Mommy don't you think that it's difficult to speak with your mouth full of his cock?

"Mother, we've had this discussion a million times. I want this. It's beautiful, and it just feels right"

"Spencer think of your future. Do you honestly think that this….career is practical?"

"I'm done talking to you. Please just go. I'll call you and Dad once I'm settled"

Watching her walk away is a much easier experience than other Freshman are having. As I look around I see tears shed by both parents and students. I can't decide whether I'm happy or sad at this observation.

Oh well, 'time to put up or shut up'.

Finding my dorm is much more difficult than I expected it to be. My head is buried in the schools clearly outdated map and people keep bumping into me.

Uhem fucking rude much?

I can't really complain that much though. Most of these girls are insanely hott. I'm up for letting them push up against me.

Focus Spencer; put the horny lesbian inside away for now.

Dear sweet baby Jesus I need to get laid.

Ugh, some tool just checked me out. I mean; I honestly don't blame him. I'll admit that when I picked out my outfit this morning…I was planning to have the 'dress to impress' outcome.

Guess my ripped to shit capris, black lacey top, grey/black vest, and high heels succeeded.

Anyways, I probably look like an asshole just standing here.

I finally seem to spot my dorm on the map and as I start to smile hardcore, I feel a body smack right into me.

"Watch where you're going Chica". My head shot up and I saw this incredibly…we'll say thick… tan girl with the words 'I'm a fucking bitch' pretty much stamped across her forehead, that her obviously dyed blonde hair was covering.

I look around. Is this Latino bitch serious? Did no one seriously just see that?

"Uhm, excuse me; but I was standing. You ran into me."

"Whatever Freshy, you better watch where you're standing next time." She smiles in a way that you can tell she's just a bitch, and then just walks away to join a group of girls who look like they take it up the ass just as hard as she does.

I shake my head, dust off the stds I probably obtained from knocking into her; and continue the path to my dorm.

Yes, I'm here! It's starting to seem so real now. I wonder if my roommates going to be like the Latino bitch. I sure as hell hope not.

Maybe she's hott.

Please let her be hott.

And gay!

Please!

I unlock the door and step inside. Theres a blonde girl with her back facing me.

And I must say; it is a very veryy fine looking back indeed.

She turns around and faces me and the view is just as good. This girl is gorgeous.

Thank you!

Now, I wonder if she likes boobies.

"Hi, you must be Spencer. I'm Carlee Reynolds." She sure does have a pretty smile. And those green eyes. Yum.

She sticks out her hand and I gladly take it in mine. Her hands are soft. Major plus.

"Well, what do you think of the room? I already took this side I hope you don't mind." She gestures to the left side, and all of her stuff is already neatly put in its place. Good; it would be a turn off if she were Mrs. Piggy.

"Oh, no that's fine. I'm not picky. How do you like the Campus? I haven't really gotten a chance to do much exploring." I say as I start unpacking my things.

"Its beautiful, and I could show you around if you have time later. My best friend goes here too. He's a Junior, we could all hangout later?" She says all of this in an incredibly cute way and she has a blush on her face when she's finished. Adorable.

"Yeah, that sounds great." I say with a smile.

I think I'm going to like it here.

A/N: Well that was the first chapter. Don't worry, Ashley makes an apperance next chapter...which should be up by tomorrow...reviews give me motivation :)