Do You Have to Make Me Feel Like There's Nothing Left of Me?

Somehow everything had snowballed out of proportion. I wasn't exactly sure when it happened, but I felt more alone than I even had in my life. At the start of my first semester, everything was going well. Even though I was from Kentucky, most of the kids in New York were nice. The girls from my dorm seemed friendly enough and I hung out with them almost every weekend. Then everything seemed to change.

Maybe it was the ethics class I had with them and that they knew exactly where I stood, even though I was from Kentucky. I didn't really start to see the difference until they started to hang out without me.

The lobby of our dorm was empty on Friday night, like it was supposed to be. I sat in one of the squishy chairs, watching CSI:NY, since I didn't have a television in my room. I just looked at it this way. At least I didn't have to fight for the television.

"No plans tonight?" The slightly accented voice, made me turn, even though I knew who it was already. Loki Odinson was the only student in our dorm with a British accent, which meant all the girls fawned over him. He gave them no attention from the start, so they were sadly disappointed.

"Not tonight," I replied to him, trying not to sound bitter, and by the raised eyebrow, failing. "Ashley and them went out."

Loki's normally calm face looked confused for a moment. "You choose not to go with them?"

"They didn't invite me." I told him blankly. "It happens. I get used to it."

"They don't seem like they are good friends." Loki mused aloud, before turning to the tv. "Can I watch television with you?"

"Sure," I answered, mostly surprised. "I don't mind."

Loki settled into the chair next to me and I surprised at how well we got along. He made snarky, smartass comments about the forensics and I couldn't help laughing along with him. Later that night, Ashley and the girls came back into the dorm, dragging in bags and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. They knew that I needed to go to the store and of course they went without me.

"Hey Loki, how are you?" Katie asked, ignoring me in the chair next to him.

"I'm fine," He answered shortly, before turning back to me. "What were you saying?"

"That I wouldn't have gone into that house," I shrugged. "But Liv has a gun, so she's good."

Loki snickered, and I tried not to laugh as I watched the reflection of the girls from the window. They were pissed, I could see, especially Katie and Ashley. Loki completely disregarded them, and I couldn't help but continue my conversation with him. They stood there for a few minutes before continuing upstairs.

"Thank you," I told him gratefully.

"No problem, love. They shouldn't treat you like that." He insisted. I just shook my head, but Loki frowned at me. "Don't let them treat you like that."

"I don't," I lied, and Loki just raised an eyebrow at me. "I try not to."

"You deserve better," He promised, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'll see you around, love, okay?"

"Thank you," I barely managed, in awe at what had just happened. He smiled at me again, before going upstairs. He had no idea that he changed something today.