DISCLAIMER: I DON'T WINX CLUB.

Just a new idea that I'm TRYING out. It's been rolling around in my head for a few days now and I just wanted to well...put it on paper or uh on a website. Thank you...?

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Erm. Okay. I'm gonna shut up now.

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~ New York State University - 8:30 PM ~

"WHAT?!" I yelled at the top of my voice, scaring the deans and the students around me. But their startled fright is the least of my problems.

"I'm sorry. But due to the decreasing availability of dorms, we've had no choice but to-" the dean started pathetically but I turned around and stormed outside.

I clutched the paper tightly, crumpling it into a disoriented ball with my bare fists. I can't believe this. I nearly freaked out in horror when I received an email earlier this morning about the roll list for roommates. Standing outside the office, I raked a hand through my hair in frustration. School hasn't opened yet and I'm already dreading this year.

Why, you ask? I'm a senior at NY State majoring in psychology. And I get thrown under the bus in midst of a totally disorganized roster list.

I unfolded the clearly bruised paper and looked at the paper in absolute disgust. I automatically scrunched up my nose as my eyes perused the paper, internally hoping that this is just a sick joke. But my luck supposedly hasn't turned out to be that great this year.

My roommate was initially going to be Sky Eraklyon, my best friend practically since our beloved diaper years. But ever since Sky asked his girlfriend, Bloom, to move in with him, they "moved" into a single dorm. Yes, that's right. There are way too many co-ed dorms around this campus. Because of Sky's last minute decision, I didn't have enough time to sign up for a room for singles. So...that's the backstory.

And guess whom I got paired up with?

Stella Solaria.

The biggest slut in this entire school. I mean, I get that sluts exist everywhere, but this girl takes sultriness it to a whole new level. No one cares about your popularity after high school. College is essentially a larger sea. But she made sure that her name rang throughout every crook and cranny of this school. I heard a bunch of rumors where she even slept with a police officer to get out a tough spot. I don't know if that's true, but it was, then talk about going to an all time low.

Honestly. Doesn't that girl have any shame? I shook my head in disgust while making my way towards the residence halls. Well...time to face the music. It's not that I'm against girls or anything. She'd be a really beautiful girl, if she was a bit more modest and less uh...extroverted. I don't like women who don't show any respect for themselves. And it seems as if respect is nothing but a word in a dictionary to her. Girls like her bring nothing but shame to others. And they bring me nothing but disgust.

I sighed. This is going to be a long year.

Or...

...Maybe not, I smirked to myself. Maybe she'll stay over at a random dude's place half the time.

I chuckled. Maybe I was way over in my head. It can't be that bad, right?

I climbed up the steps and entered the halls which were all buzzling with excitement. Students of both sexes chattered excitedly just like they did each year. Sky and I roomed up the past three years, but ever since Bloom came into the picture, I've been experiencing bad luck. I love Bloom like a younger sister, but honestly. Couldn't they have waited until out of college?

I rolled my eyes when I climbed upstairs. I saw my new room number and it seems that it was at the end of the hall. Room D-250.

Great. I jogged to the end and to my surprise, the room was unlocked. Well, duh. Of course it would be. These rooms weren't occupied yet, so I'll have to buy a new lock later.

I opened the door fully and I cringed immediately at the sight before me.

~ Residence Halls - Room D-250 - 8:50 AM ~

Brandon Shields opened the door, hoping that the room was empty. His eyes widened when he saw a blonde girl sitting on her supposed bed on one side of the room. He recognized her instantly with her long and lustrious blonde hair plus light brown eyes. He cringed when he saw her. Rolling his eyes at his 'luck', he waltzed towards his side.

There were two beds in the little room, each separated by about ten feet. There were two large closets on either of the sides. Two lamps, a tubelight, a fan attached to the ceiling, and an attached bathroom in a corner filled the rest. There was a large window covered by soft yellow curtains in between the center of the beds.

Stella Solaria looked up to see a devilishly handsome man enter through the door, presumably her roommate. He was tall...around 6'3'' (wow), muscular with broad shoulders, and a V-shaped physique, and plus a drool-worthy charisma. She appeared momentarily stunned by his brooding and intimidating persona before appearing indifferent.

She looked down into her lap, not really knowing what to do. As discreet as he tried to be, she had noticed the look of disgust on his face just moments before he entered through the door completely. It was just a fleeting appearance, but nonetheless. She had noticed it.

Oh boy...this was gonna be a long year.

Brandon flopped onto his already-made bed and leaned back against the wall. He resisted the urge to talk to her. Not that kind of talking. More like...setting some ground rules or something.

For example...how about something like:

"I'll smash the door in your face if you come later than ten o'clock at night."

Yeah, that'll definitely work for him.

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Silence.

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Ugh. Why was this so awkward?

Brandon looked up when Stella's phone started to ring. Stella picked it up and rolled her eyes when she saw the number. She tossed the phone aside without picking it up and let it ring incessantly.

Brandon sighed and tried to zone out the irritating ringtone. The tone wasn't irritating, per se, but the fact that she was letting the stupid device ring is bothering him.

"Can you pick it up or shut it the hell up?" Brandon crossed his arms.

Stella looked up and raised an eyebrow at his snippy attitude. Without another word, she picked her phone up and set it on mute. "Happy now?" she glared.

Brandon rolled his eyes. Fine. If she's willing to go full-on-attitude mode on him, he might as well not hold back. He stood up, showing off his towering height. "Alright. Here's how it's gonna go. You will neither speak to me nor make any kind of contact with me and that includes eye contact. If neither of those happen, we should have no problem living together."

Stella rolled her eyes and stood up, facing him. Okay, she was probably half his size but that doesn't mean that she's gonna just let him stand there and insult her. She tossed her hair behind her and glared at him with piercing hazel brown eyes. She had been quiet all this time until he started peeping.

"It's not like I'm happy with this arrangement either, thank you," she scoffed.

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Stella turned to him. "Are you deaf or did you not hear me the first time? You don't think I've noticed your jerk face ever since you graced the room with your damned presence?"

His jaw clenched. "Keep up that attitude and we'll have a very, very long year ahead of us," he growled before marching out the door and slamming it shut.

Stella shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She stared at the spot he stood just a few seconds ago and shuddered. It hadn't been easy to talk to him with a straight face. He was unbelievably larger than her (not to mention intimidating) and he looked just about ready to strangle her.

...Time to start unpacking...

...Um...so I don't know why the male always turns out to be a man-hoe. But...just for a change, I'm gonna let the girl be the player here. For now.

So...I hope...it was...at least enjoyable. I'm having jitters while posting this. I don't even know why :( Maybe it's because I'm afraid of criticism for the first time. o.o