Chapter 1

It was already pretty late in the afternoon when Courtney began driving up the narrow street leading to the campus' residence halls.

"Finally, I'm here!" she sighed, taking in the scenery. It had been a long and grueling couple of months, but after passing the LSAT and applying to the best law schools in Canada, the young overachiever had finally reached her goal. She had been accepted to the Faculty of Law at McGill University.

Never mind that her first choice was The University of Toronto

"You can't always get what you want . . ." She hummed along to the radio with a giggle as The Stones played on some crummy college rock station. She couldn't help but laugh at her own laid-back attitude. A year ago, she would have been furious. She probably would have jumped in her car and made the trek up to Toronto, just so she could personally berate some poor girl from admissions, but after everything she's been through; the backstabbing, the betrayal, the . . . mistakes, she realized, quite simply, you can't always get what you want.

You want to win a million dollars? You get stabbed in the back by a bunch of liars and cheats.

You want a stable, reliable boyfriend? You get to watch him make out with a Goth Slut on national (no, international) television.

You want to bury the hatchet and finally put that horrible ordeal behind you? You get your secret plans exposed by some spazz with multiple personality disorder, and now things are worse than ever!

"Although, I guess that last part was kind of my fault . . ."

Whatever! Sure, Total Drama All-Stars might have been a disaster, and yeah, Courtney might have watched both her dreams of winning a million dollars and her newly reforged relationship with Gwen get flushed down the toilet, literally! Yes, Courtney blamed herself, in part, for what happened, and wished she could go back and stop things from ending up the way they did, but hey, it's just like the song says, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you find you get what you need!"

Courtney needed this. She needed to forget about the past. She needed at least one thing in her life to go her way. It might not have been her dream college, but she was going to one of the best law schools in the country, and that was a win in her book. Courtney smiled as she parked her small hatchback a block away from McConnell Hall.

Just then, her phone rang.

"Hello," she answered. "This is Courtney."

"Finally," the voice on the other end responded. "I've been trying to call you all afternoon!"

"Oh . . . sorry," replied Courtney. "I never answer my phone while driving. You know, studies show that you're five times more likely to get in an accident-"

"I don't care. Listen, this is your resident advisor. I'm calling because your crap has been clogging up the hallway all morning."

"Right, I had a moving company deliver my things this morning. I guess they must have left it in the hallway." Courtney laughed uncomfortably. "I just pulled up to the hall. I should be there in a minute if you-."

"Don't strain yourself, girly. We're hand trucking your crap out of the hallway as we speak- Ow!" the RA yelped. "Don't follow so close with that thing, you idiot!"

". . . sorry." A voice in the background replied.

"So yeah," the angry woman continued. "We're leaving your stuff with your roommate, okay?"

"My roommate?" Courtney asked.

"Yeah, I got her info right here," the advisor paused. "Let's see . . . It says here her name is- WHOA!"

A loud crash followed as the phone call suddenly ended.

"Hmm," Courtney pouted. "They better not break any of my things, or I swear I'm calling my lawyer!"

Just being lucky enough to find a place on campus was a sign that things were finally going her way. Courtney originally wanted to get a place for herself in the McGill Ghetto, the neighborhood east of the school's campus, but she couldn't find a place she liked in her price range. Granted, in retrospect, her expectations were a bit high, but really, how can you call yourself a respectable apartment complex and not have your own private gym and sauna room?

Thankfully, at the eleventh hour, she was able to snag this spot at the residence halls, or else she would've been homeless. There was a cancellation or something, she didn't know the details, but their loss was her gain! Of course, that meant she was stuck with a roommate for the year, but hey, after four seasons of Total Drama, sharing a room with just one girl would be a piece of cake, and that was the best part of it all, really; being able to say goodbye to all of that Total Drama nonsense. With each step towards her new dorm room, she felt the weight of that wretched show finally lifting.

"Goodbye Chris McLean, you egotistical sadist!" She thought and she ascended the staircase.

"Goodbye Duncan, you two-timing son of a bitch!" She beamed as she glided down the hallway.

"and finally, goodbye forever, you two-faced, vindictive harpy . . .

"GWEN!"

Courtney practically screamed as she entered the cramped, symmetrical two person dorm room.

"Courtney?!" The green-haired goth froze, her already pale face practically white with shock. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Your room? This is my . . . Oh God!"

"No!"

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

You're my new roommate?!