I was always told I would enjoy college more than high school, but I'm not really sure why. High school was familiar. It was easy and close to home.

I was also told that the dorms here at state were bigger than the average dorm, but I can't imagine how. I'm not sure how two people who don't know each other are supposed to share this broom cupboard of a space.

Which reminds me, my roommate should be here any minute. All I know is that his name is Edward and that he's a transfer student.

I get lost in my thoughts while my mother helps me unpack my clothes (insisting I was "doing it wrong"), when a throat clearing snaps me out of it.

"You must be Jasper?" I nod. "I'm Edward."

Going back to my previous inner monologue and expanding upon it, I think, "I'm not sure how two people, one of which is extremely attracted to the other, are supposed to share this broom cupboard of a space."

Once again my thoughts are interrupted, this time by my mother, "Oh, this is perfect! Look! Your bedding matches!"

I roll my eyes as Edward snickers, and I think she gets the point.

After finishing unpacking, the customary dinner with parents, and some wandering around campus, this is it. My parents are gone and I'm here alone. More alone than I've ever felt. Edward's here, but I'm far from comforted. I barely know him, and the chances of getting to know him are pretty slim. I simply can't connect with people without a ton of effort on both of our parts. My doctor put me on medication to combat my crippling social anxieties, but there's only so much he can do.

"Hey, Jasper, I was gonna wander up and down the hall and introduce myself to people. You in?"

"Yeah, sure." He better do all of the talking. This is all too much too soon.

First stop: next door. Two girls, Alice and Rosalie, and I don't think I've ever seen so much pink at one time. It's like Barbie is rooming with Hello Kitty. I have a feeling Edward was as weirded out as I was, because we made a quick escape to the room across from ours.

This room was more my style. A single room belonging to an Emmett McCarty. After some sports talk and some girl talk (mostly Emmett talking about Rosalie across the hall), Emmett invited Edward and I to a party that night off campus at the Kappa Sig house. While Edward quickly accepted, I was more hesitant. I didn't want to end up alone in the corner, but something about Edward made me trust him. I was in.