"You work too much," my friend Mary Margaret states as she breezes through my open door, settling on my bed. I've long since stopped asking her how she keeps getting into a keypad locked dormitory.

"That's what happens when you're studying to be a homicide investigator," I swivel my chair around so I can see her. Short dark hair, big eyes, and still sporting sundresses even in October. It's easy to see why my brother asked her out in high school. We'd all been thick as thieves since she moved to our town when we were seven. Once sixteen rolled around David stopped denying he'd loved her since day one and asked her out. They've been together ever since. "Sociology, psychology, anatomy-"

"History, rigorous physical regimen, and so on." She rolls her eyes, smirking at me. "I've heard the Life Plan speech a million times, Emma. I know. But you still work too much."

I pull my hair up into a sloppy ponytail, grinning, "so what, should I drop out of school and join the circus?"

"Yes, exactly. Or just come to David's party tonight. He said he left you a million messages." Her eyes drop to the phone charging on my nightstand. "Guess you haven't checked your phone?"

I hedge her real question "It died while I was in class, I haven't turned it back on yet."

"So will you come? It's Friday night, you can't work all weekend-"

A loud shriek and a door banging open filter in from down the hall. Throwing Mary Margaret a questioning look, I jolt up to fulfill my resident advisor duties.

A furious Theresa Belle pushes a half naked, dark haired man into the hallway. "You think you can sleep with my roommate and I won't find out?"

The man stumbles as he pulls up his tight, black jeans. "Love," he soothes, a thick English accent coloring his words, "what we had was special, but we weren't-"

"What's going on here," I interrupt. They both look at me and I finally get a good look at the man. And the outburst instantly makes sense. Killian Jones. The king of hook ups at our small college. He smirks at me, seemingly unashamed to be found half naked and being yelled at.

Theresa on the other hand, while still clearly furious, drops her gaze, shoving a pair of boots and a leather jacket into Killian's chest. "Sorry, he and I...went out a couple weeks ago and I just..." she tucks a piece of blonde hair behind her ear and shrugs, gesturing lamely at her open door where I can just make out her roommate, Ruby, pulling on a sweatshirt.

I nod, "I understand, Theresa, you can go." I turn to Killian as Theresa slams the door in his face, causing him to wince slightly as he pulls his black v-neck down his stomach. "You don't live in this building, leave please."

"Yes, yes I'm going," he bends down, lacing his boots. I pretend not to notice the peek of tanned muscles of his back where his shirt rides up a bit. He is pretty good looking, I guess, with his tousled black hair and unshaven face. Not that I'd ever consider doing anything with him, not a guy with his reputation. OR anyone for that matter, gotta stick with my plan and love is an unnecessary complication.

As he's shrugging on his jacket, I can't help but mutter, "maybe next time make sure you haven't slept with the roommate of the girl you're about to sleep with?"

"Well I was pretty legless when i went home with ...Theresa, was it? The fact she had a roommate never came up, funny enough."

Against my better judgment to keep the conversation short, I ask "legless?"

"Drunk, love." He winks, leaning back against the wall. He's got confidence that's for sure.

I roll my eyes, folding my arms across my chest, "I guess it's bound to happen when you've slept with, what, half the females signed up at this college? Getting sloppy, Jones."

He perks up, giving me a once over, "you have me at a disadvantage, lass, I don't know your name."

As I'm debating answering, a voice floats down the hallway. "Emma? What's going..." Mary Margaret trails off, glancing between Killian and I. A wolf grin spreads across his face.

"Pleasure meeting you, Emma," he emphasizes my name, "until next time." And then he's gone, footsteps fading as he descends the stairs at the end of the hall. I stare after him until the distant click of the outside door assures me he isn't coming back.

Mary Margaret follows me back to my room, "was that Killian Jones?" Our school is too small.

I nod, turning back to my book to hide my expression, one that's on the verge of a smile crazy enough.

At my silence she adds, "he and David are friends. I think he'll be at the party tonight..." I turn my chair towards her. She knows parties aren't my thing. I wish she wouldn't push so hard. My hesitation must show on my face cuz she back tracks. "You don't have to go Emma, I just don't want you to work your whole life away."

She has a point. I haven't even seen David, my twin brother, in over a week because of school and work and studying and we only live two miles from each other. "Okay M&M, I'll go. I'll be there around 9 okay? I've got to tutor till 8." Her whole face brightens.

"Wonderful!" She hops off my bed, phone in hand, already queuing up a number, "David will be so happy." She puts the phone to her ear as she walks to the door, "see you later, Emma!"

I shake my head a little, already deciding this was a bad idea, and sigh, pulling my anatomy book toward me again. It's gonna be a long night.

A/n this is a little short but I promise I've got big plans. Hope you like it. Thanks for reading