This is the first chapter, hope you like it! Please leave a review telling me what you think! (Its all done from Lydia's POV)
I sat in the office of the University but I was barely listening to a word the woman behind the desk said. Which was probably a bad idea, right? I was just no nervous that I couldn't listen, even though I wanted too.
"This is your room key", the brunette smiled and pushed a key over the table towards me. "Any questions Lydia?"
How about everything you just said? "No, I'm fine", I answered. The woman nodded and I stood up from the chair and headed out of the door and towards the dorms. I looked at the number on the key in my hand, '24b'.
The buildings were huge and each had one of the letters, A, B, C or D near the top of them. I ambled into the second building and stepped along the first corridor, turning my head left and right to try and find room 24. I must have looked like a lost puppy. I know that's what I felt like. I sighed in frustration and spun around. My things, and me, flew to the floor as I smashed into a body. I couldn't feel any pain, the embarrassment was overpowering it.
Strong arms gripped mine and pulled me to my feet. I was suddenly in line with breath-taking, gorgeous brown eyes. "Sorry", I mumbled but it came out high pitched and squeaky - yet another embarrassing moment, great start Lydia.
The guy didn't say anything, just barged past me and continued his path out of the dorm. "Rude", I muttered under my breath and then bent down to pick up the stuff he knocked out of my hands. I walked quickly down the small line of carpet in between the rooms and finally came to number 24. Thank god.
As I keyed into the room I was faced with two beds on either side. One of them was blank and empty, obviously mine. The other was pretty with a blue flowery bed-sheet and matching pillows. The walls next to it had a few posters and pictures. I stood in front of the photos, examining them. There was a family of three, a mother, father and a pretty brown haired daughter.
"You must be my new roomie", a feminine voice called out behind me, making me jump. I turned around to face her, hoping she hadn't noticed me jump. I seriously could not handle any more embarrassing moments today. "I'm Allison", she told me, reaching her hand out to shake mine.
"Lydia", I grinned and I shook her hand. I quickly noticed her jacket and felt instantly jealous. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco", she nodded proudly and ran her fingers along the seams of her sleeve.
"And you are my new best friend", I grinned. I had meant it as a joke but I immediately regretted saying it, I didn't want her to think I was only taking to her for her clothes. She really did seem like a cool person.
"I hope so", she laughed and I breathed out in relief. "Come on, I'll show you around", she beamed as she took my arm and skipped towards the door. I dropped my case on the floor and let her pull me out of the room.
The campus was huge. As we passed each building and she described what it was for, I become more and more confused. "Don't worry, you'll get the hand of it in no time", she smoothed my hair behind my ear and led me back to our room. "Grab some stuff and we'll head to the showers", she jerked her head towards my bag and then turned to her own.
I hadn't realised until now just how late it was getting. Outside was pitch black apart from some lights coming from the dorm building opposite ours. I rummaged through my stuff and picked out my little bag filled with 'bathroom essentials' and my big t-shirt and elastic shorts that I always slept in.
Allison told me stories about funny things that have happened to her during her stay here as we crossed the building to get to the shower room. I found it amazing how open she was being with me after we had only just met. I found out that she had a boyfriend. His name was Scott McCall and they had met in school before even coming to Uni.
She pushed open the white door and steam wavered out. I stayed behind her, the same feeling of nervousness that I had felt this morning filling me as I saw girls undressing all over the room. I let the door swing shut behind me but I stayed next to it as Ally started to take off her amazing jacket. I didn't really feel comfortable getting undressed in front of everyone.
"Don't worry I was the same", she said, almost as if she had read my mind, "You end up not caring, there's only one changing room and it's too much effort to wait for it", she pointed me to a small enclosed room with an old brown door. I smiled thankfully at her and entered the enclosed space, removing my clothes and wrapping a towel around my body as I exited.
Most of the other girls, including Allison, were in the showers. A few of them were standing around talking. I made my way to the first empty shower I saw and pulled the curtain closed behind me. Everything about this place was like your first year at high school - there are people here that have been here for ages and they're more experienced. I didn't know any of them and I was nervous constantly.
Once I had washed myself I wrapped the towel around me again and went back towards the changing room, avoiding looking at any of the naked bodies that were drying and getting dressed. I struggled to pull my clothes on in the tiny room but I made do; I wasn't ready to change outside with the other girls.
Eventually I was done and I found Allison waiting for me at the door. Everyone else was gone, literally, but she had waited for me. "Sorry I took so long", I sighed.
"It's okay, I didn't have anyone to wait for me when I was first here", she grinned gently and took my arm again to lead me back to room 24. I felt really bad for her; I couldn't imagine being here without someone like her to make me feel welcome. Then again she did have Scott.
I decided that I would unpack my things tomorrow, I was too sleepy. Allison and I stayed up late, getting to know each other until our tired eyes couldn't handle it anymore and we both fell asleep. She woke me the next morning and we repeated last night's routine in the shower and then I followed her to where she ate breakfast.
I sat alone at the table while she went to get something for us both. I looked around and I noticed a familiar pair of brown eyes sitting alone a few tables down from me. He was writing or drawing something in a notebook, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. His hair was spiked up in all direction, a look that definitely suited him.
"I hope you like croissants", Allison's voice jolted me out of my daydream and I turned to face her and nodded. She passed me a coffee and a croissant and then sat down opposite me.
"Who's he?" I gestured to the boy and she turned around to see who I meant, staring at him. Talk about making it obvious.
"His name is Stiles. Why, you checking him out?" she lowered her voice teasingly and gently kicked my leg with her toe.
I pulled a face, "Hardly. He knocked my stuff flying yesterday and didn't even apologise", I explained and then took a bite out of my food.
"Yeah, don't even bother with him. He doesn't talk to anybody except Scott", she told me, munching on her croissant.
"Why not?" I asked curiously, glancing over at him. He was now drinking from a coffee cup and tapping his pen on the table.
"He never used to be like this", Allison leant forward, showing that she was about to tell me some gossip, "He even used to talk to me cause I'm with his best friend", she smiled at the mention of Scott. "Then on one trip home in the holiday's, there was an accident", Allison's eyes turned sad.
"What kind of accident?" I asked, completely drawn into the story she was telling me.
"Someone broke into their home and stabbed his father to death. Stiles was stabbed too but he managed to get away", Allison circled her finger around the rim of her cup, "I knew his Dad, he was really nice. He was a sheriff", she swallowed hard and bit her lip. "Now he practically lives here. He doesn't even go home in the holidays, there's nothing to go back to"
"What about his mom?" I pondered, my eyes starting to tear up; I'm terrible for crying at these kind of things, I can barely read a newspaper because I'll start balling over a sad story. Allison looked up at me and smiled sadly.
"His Mom died when he was like, nine I think", she shoved the rest of her croissant into her mouth but I didn't feel like eating mine. I looked over to him but he was gone. I could see his back heading over towards one of the other buildings. "Come on, it's time for our first lecture", she stood up and picked up her cup. I picked up my drink and my croissant, dropping the food into the bin as we heading to our location.