You weren't exactly what your parents wanted you to be, not that you were rebellious, or even mildly difficult as a kid, but you weren't interested in the Big Plans they wanted you to be interested in. A doctor, that's what they always wanted for their baby girl, to be rich and happy and find a rich man that would make her even happier.
The plan was always Harvard.
"When you are at Harvard -"
"Oh, look honey, lets go to this 'Young Scholars" program this weekend at Harvard, maybe they will give you hints at how to get in!"
By the time you actually were applying to schools, Harvard was already expecting your application, and final decision. You were all set to get a full ride. Your parents even already bought you all the dorm stuff you'd need. And a new laptop. And all the note books, binders, other school supplies (that you probably wouldn't need). They even tried to find out your class schedule early so that they could buy the text books.
So, by the time March came and your parents asked why you didn't tell Harvard you were going there ("You missed early class registration!"), in fact, you had told them you were not attending Harvard in the fall, you had to come clean to them, and tell them that you were planning on going to a small liberal arts college in Wisconsin.
To say they were shocked was a, well, understatement. You think you heard your mom crying about it that night to your dad. They made a huge fuss about it for a good two days, but they decided after that that you might change your mind. Plus, you were getting a full ride there anyways.
One of the biggest reasons you decided this school - your best friend Amthyst was going there. They offered her a lot of money, considering her grades were no where near yours, and they had a great women's lacrosse team, even though it was a division III.
You two also decided to be roommates, since hey, we came her together right?
It was move in day, and you and Amthyst were bringing in the last of the boxes. Immediately after setting them down she said, "Alright, I spotted some hunks moving in the floor below us, I'm going to go make some friends." She winked at you before turning and heading out, leaving the door slightly open.
You chuckled to yourself, and pulled out the sheets and blankets to make your bed. Some time passed and you were watching "Orange is the New Black" on your laptop, when the door swung open and a couple of guys came in. Startled (and absolutely terrified) you sprang up, tossed you stuff on the bed a scooped up Amthyst's lacrosse stick that was sitting next to the bed.
"... dude come on she wasn't that - oh shit!" the brunette suddenly cut off what he had been saying.
"Language!" the taller, blond man immediately snapped, glaring at his friend. "Sorry about that," he said, turning to you and tried at a warm smile, "our friend must have given us the wrong room."
The other boy huffed out in frustration, "Let's just go, man."
You crossed your arms, still palming the stick, ready to fight if he came any close, what was that glint in his eye as he looked you up and down? It reminded you of that look you had seen on the faces of the creepy old men that stared at women as they walked by.
Suddenly you noticed he was looking at something on your chest and you realized you had taken off your bra and hour ago.
"Hey, asshole, maybe instead of barging into my room and then staring at me, you could, I don't know, leave?"
He bristled, "I was not staring!" His cheeks started to pink, "It's not my fault Steve here lead us into the room freaking hallway!" He looked at his friend, expecting backup, but he just continued to awkwardly look between the two of you, trying at a humorous smile.
"Get. Out." You picked up an empty soda can you had been drinking and threw it at the brunette, except it wasn't fully empty, and brown liquid went all over his white shirt. He looked down at himself and then back up at you, cheeks flushing even darker, and stormed out.
"Uh, sorry to disturb you," the blonde slowly followed his friend out and closed the door behind him, avoiding eye contact with you. You were pissed off the rest of the night.