The thing about living on a Co-ed dorm floor was if and when mistakes happened, they happened embarrassingly big. Or at least in the case for Blake. It started out with her parents choosing a gender neutral name for her, and raising her in a gender neutral environment. Or at least that's what they thought they were doing.
Growing up Blake did have the mixture of girl toys and boy toys. But while Blake's friends dressed in dresses and wore pretty bows of a variety of feminine colours Blake had clothing that was a 'gender neutral colour'. Now that she was older she can look back and say "nice try Mum and Dad," at their efforts. But growing up, and even now, Blake wanted to wear hair bows, skirts, dresses, and fancy cleavage revealing shirts. The cleavage part only really came into effect after she developed a nice rack.
And she did get to start indulging in feminine clothing... in grade nine. By then the boys all thought that she was just one of the guys and 'friend-zoned' her; she couldn't even say "I like you" to her crushes without getting it brushed off and "I liked you too, man." It was honestly extremely annoying.
While don't get her wrong, raising your child to be gender neutral is fantastic! Just y'know... listen to your kid when they say "Mum, Dad, can I start wearing dresses and skirts now." Her mother had played it off to her succumbing to peer pressure. As you can see it wasn't the fact that she was raised to be open in her gender, and in extension her sexuality, it was more the fact that her parents weren't listening to her.
And that's pretty much how it started. It shouldn't have been much of a problem seeing as Blake moved away from home for school and is currently in a dorm on campus (actually moving into a dorm on campus). Cue the parties, the drunken nightly adventures, the boys, the kissing and the sex! Just what Blake was actually waiting for. Eighteen years old and she hasn't even kissed a boy!
Her parents said that they had already deposited her stuff in her dorm while she was out getting her student card and other fun stuff like that. With a paper in hand, a full stomach and her parents driving back home (about six hours away. Thank you!) Blake stepped into her dorm building. She glanced at the paper and then to the numbers beside the doors- most of them were open and welcoming as the students mingled and got to know each other and settle into their environment.
It was a mistake on her part- totally a mistake on her part!
She walked into the dorm room and glanced up from the paper. Her cheeks flushed and her body froze. There was a boy in this room. There was a shirtless boy in this room! The auburn haired male turned to face her with a raised brow. The light brought her attention to his chest- "Oh god," those were nipple rings. An incredible urge to lick them sent her stomach into a frenzy. On top of all the tattoos covering his upper arms, back and pectoral, the guy actually had body piercings. That was... that was so incredibly hot.
The auburn haired male smirked; the corner of his lips pulling up to show teeth and his gaze dropped. She may have subconsciously puffed out her chest slightly when his gaze travelled to that area. His maroon eyes seemed to take her in to the very shoes that she was wearing before moving back up (and again she may or may not have taken a deep breath when his eyes passed over her breasts).
His face seemed to soften slightly then, "name's Adam. I'm a second year," he drawled out. Even his voice was attractive!
This was not her room, Blake suddenly realized. Her roommate was a girl named Yang, also a first year... and y'know, a girl. She smacked herself with the paper to hide her flustered face, "Blake, and this is not my room. I'm so sorry!" She rushed out before turning and jogging from the room... and to the room on the exact opposite of the hall.
Her room was to the right, not the left.