'Hold on. What do you mean there's no room left in the girls' dormitory?!' I looked frantically between the two women at the sign-in desk. The one directly in front of me had dyed blonde hair, a chubby face and cheap lipstick that was also on her front tooth.

She glanced nervously at her friend.

'I'm really sorry, ma'am--'

'Don't call me ma'am - I'm not older than you. And don't say you're sorry - just tell me why I can't stay in my dorm. And, where I'm supposed to sleep.'

'Ma'am - Sorry, Bella - your room was double booked. Our system seemed to have skipped past your name, and you weren't placed in a room. We're really sorry - I'm sure the principal's prepared to compensate…but the only room we have left is with two boys in dorm A.'

I frowned.

'I'm really tired, so I'll take it for now. I'll be back in a week to talk to the Provost, and we'll figure something out.'

The woman nodded. 'Ma--Bella, we really are sorry. It's just that, your application was put in as a secondary, and one of our primary scholars changed her mind about Harvard. The system must have replaced you with her - we'll have to get that fixed.'

'I don't mind, really,' I said, looking at her sympathetically - it wasn't her fault. 'I'm finally living my dream of going to Dartmouth - I wouldn't care if you made me sleep on a couch. Besides, I might be joining a sorority - who knows, right?' I gave her a last smile, took the map she handed me, and left.

There was no way I was joining a sorority, but my friend Hayley was, so I could crash with her sometimes.

I glanced at the map, and turned it over a couple of times, trying to find how to get to dorm A. I found my way, but it was about ten minutes away from administration - some people had buggies, to get around the school, but I couldn't afford it. Still - it was like a little town, so the dorms and freshman classes were next to each other, away from the square.

I passed the square on my way to the dorms, amazed. There was shops, boutiques, cafes, restaraunts, and cute little tables under the shade of beautiful trees. I smiled - Hayley wasn't getting here until tomorrow, but she'd go insane when she saw this.

I passed through the square, dragging my luggage behind me. I saw heads turning when I pushed the door open to the boys' dorm.

I grimaced at the sight before me.

There were boys in bath towels, chucking footy balls to each other, there was hip hop music playing - although, it was pretty good music, I just wasn't in the mood - and everyone was screaming, which didn't help my headache. The dorm quietened when they saw me - one even had enough nerve to wolf whistle.

I walked straight through, my dark brown hair falling to my shoulders. I regretted "freshening up" before I came - the perfectly applied mascara, lipstick and bronzer didn't help when I was walking past forty boys in their shirtless glory - I definitely wasn't looking to date.

I checked the map - on top of the picture of dorm A, the lady had written the numbers 423. I groaned. I had so been hoping for a dorm on the ground floor, for easy access - but at least I'd get a view.

I thought, as I took the elevator to the fourth level, that, from the outside, it looked like an old fashioned, but cute little building, but my thoughts were instantly quashed when I got to the top floor. This was way more modern. The walls were white, with beautiful blue architecture, which calmed me. The lights were intricately designed, and not too bright, so I could see, without squinting.

I knocked on the door of the twenty-third room I passed, after checking the number.

When no-one answered, I turned the handle, and walked in, my ears suddenly filled with music.

'Oh daddy dear, you're still number one,

But girls, just want to have fu-un

Oh girls just want to have fu-un

When the working day is done,

Girls, just want to have--'

The boy singing turned to look at me. His jaw dropped.

I took in the sight before me. There was a large double bed, with a guy standing on top of it, playing sing star 80's. I grinned at the sight.

There was another boy dancing around, swinging a bath towel in the air. He stood in his underwear, dripping wet, and had a goofy smile on his face. The boy on the bed was wearing briefs, and nothing else. A brush crept to his pale cheeks, as he chucked his sing-star mike onto the bed, and ran over to me.

'One minute,' he said in a frantic voice, shutting the door on me. He shouted at the other guy.

'Jake! You seen my pants?!'

'Yeah. I'm putting them on now.' I sniggered at their exchange of words.

'Man, seriously?!' the other boy groaned.

'Sorry, Eddie boy. Here - put on some trackies.' I guessed the other boy's name was Edward - or Edmund.

'Don't call me that. It's Edward, ok? You'd think after eight years, you'd know I hate nicknames.'

In the minute I was there, I had noticed they were both extremely good looking. They both had toned bodies, and the first, (Jake I guessed, from the general direction of where the voices where coming) had had tan skin, dark eyes and dark shaggy hair. The other - Edward - had paler skin, creamy, I guess, and perfectly shaped emerald green eyes. His hair was a messy-on-purpose bronze, and dead straight, although, somehow I guessed it wasn't because of a straightener.

I grinned as Jake opened the door, shirtless, and "Eddie" pulled on a tight white basketball shirt.

'Hey,' Jacob said, leaning against the door frame. 'How you doin?' he asked. I giggled.

'You know,' I said, pushing past him. '"Friends" is my favourite show. And I hate it when guys use pick-up lines off TV shows.' I flashed him a smile, tugging my luggage in with me. 'Now. Where do I sleep?'

Their jaws dropped, as I flicked my hair back to look at them.

'Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you…I'm staying with you guys. Ok…so there's a single bed, and one double.' I glanced at the boys, looking them up and down. 'And there is no way I'm sleeping with either of you.'

Although - and I didn't mention it - I did like the look of both of them.

'Hold on,' Jake said, as I wheeled my bag towards the single bed. 'What's your name?' he asked. I glanced at him.

'I'm Bella,' I said with a smile.

'Huh. Bella. I have a dead grandma whose name was Bella. You look like her - except younger and prettier - and you're alive--'

'Jacob. Please, please shut up,' Edward said, smiling.

I sat on my bed, smiling up at them.

I heard their whispers as they came to take their clutter off my half of the room.

'You know,' Jake hissed, 'I was trying to get a date!'

'Try harder next time man. You were clearly failing.'

They both glanced at me.

I lay back on the bed.

'You know…I can hear you.'

I turned to grin at Jake.

'And sorry, but I agree with Edward. You were failing.'

I heard Jake groan as I gave him a cute pout.

'So,' I said, as the sun fell over the horizon outside. 'What's for dinner?'

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