this song is The Last, the Lost, the Least by Relient K.

We all, we all wear dignity
It covers the strong, the weak
We all, we all wear dignity
Even the last, the lost, the least

Step into a spacious place
Where pride and right will give way
To the least of these
To know the face
Of who a man can be

I said goodbye to my dad before I got on the plane. He couldn't afford to come with me, which I completely understood.

His parents used to live in Los Angeles, so they knew what it was going to take. They gave me a debit card, and if I didn't blow the money, they would keep putting some in monthly so I could survive up here.

It's a fish eat fish world up here, according to Gran.

They gave me some spending money too, way too much, and way more than I would've asked for—a thousand dollars a week. My grandparents—my dad's parents, that is—were loaded. See, my dad used to be, and then his parents spoiled him. So, he got out on his own and crashed. Until I was getting ready to leave for New York City, he was too full of pride to ask for help, although they would've, in a heartbeat. They love my dad, and they love me. They love us more than anything in the world.

So, all he had to do was ask. But, he didn't want them to think they had failed as parents, although they kinda had.

Anyways, back to the present. As I got in the taxi, using the cash Daddy had given me, I told him quietly where I needed to go, I loaded up all my stuff, and I was off. It gave me time to reflect, think about what was about to happen to me.

Things were about to change. I knew that much. Living at home, always working or studying, helping my dad with the bills or the taxes . . . it was hard. Constantly we had threats of losing the house, or the car—the one he hadn't paid off yet. The car I drove, the Beast, as I called it, was a used car that he paid for all at once when I turned sixteen. But, his car, the Lexus, was new when he got it, and he had to pay it off. Constantly, there threats of getting it taken away, and once it happened, but Daddy straightened it out, and we got it back. The house was never actually taken away, but he thought it would be to the point we started packing.

I don't blame my dad for what happened, not entirely. He should've gone to college, sure, but he tried. My "mom?" Yeah. I blame her, almost entirely. First of all, there's a thing called child support that she legally has to pay. Secondly, if she didn't leave in the first place, we wouldn't have been so far under. But, she left, and took a lot of money with her, basically all we had at that point.

This was going to be the best thing that's ever happened to me. And, as modest as everyone says I am, I deserved this. My dad definitely did, but he was too old, and he can't sing or play an instrument to save his life.

I guess that's one good thing I got from my mom. Other than that, I'm just like my dad—except I look like a female version of him. Thankfully, I don't actually look like a man. My appearances are just based off of a man. I'm also glad I don't look at all like my mom.

She had black hair, emerald eyes, and tan skin. I was the exact opposite—my skin was pale, almost colorless, before but now a silvery white color; my hair was bleach blonde, almost white, with ice blue highlights and cut to my shoulders into sharp, short layers; and my eyes were like my dad's, a beautiful, diamond-like ice blue, a very unique color. My mom was small, all-around, except her chest, so, of course, I would get that from her also, and her butt.

I was tall, muscular, thin, and had those unfortunate features. I'm literally a double D. If it wasn't for my large ass and huge boobs, I would wear zeros in pants and smalls in shirts, possibly even extra smalls. But, since I have big unwanted areas, I had no choice but to wear seven slims in pants—since I'm tall—and mediums and larges in shirts—depending on the shirt.

The cab driver helped me get all of my stuff out—the three duffel bags along with the purse I was, unfortunately, forced to carry by my grandparents to hold my phone, my makeup, pens and pencils, and my wallet, which had my debit card, cash, and license in it. Once I had it all out, I walked up to my dorm room, room 710. It was almost my favorite three digit number, just off by one number.

When I walked in, it didn't surprise me to see that I had a roommate. They had told me I would, since she had been here all year. This was, supposedly, the best girl's room, because it was the biggest, and it had the best view.

And I could definitely see that as I looked around, noting that this room alone was the size of my house, possibly even bigger. And it was just one of the rooms!

"You must be my new roommate," the girl said with a smile, eyes scanning over me carefully. "Just a forewarning, here, at UAA, people get to know each other by having hot sex. So, let's get to it."

My eyebrows rose. "Seriously?"

She smiled and shook her head. "At the moment, I wish. But, I'm just kidding. I'm already dating someone, so, yeah. She'll be by soon. You can meet her."

So, she was either lesbian or bi. It was something I could somewhat relate to, since I used to be bi up until near the end of my junior year, just last April. Things changed then. I realized then that I'm only truly attracted to men.

Not that there's anything wrong with the other way. It's just how I am.

"And, yes," she said bluntly, before I could say anything else. "I'm bi. I really hope you don't have a problem with that, because, well, if you do, you're really going to have to just get over it or go somewhere else."

"I don't have a problem with it," I said simply with a shrug. "I was up until April. Then I realized girls are just bitches, and I prefer men."

She smiled at me, seeing the similarity we already had. "You're right. Up until the girl I'm dating now, I believed the same thing. She's different. But, hey, I'm not saying to go back to your old ways. That's your business. I'm glad you don't have a problem with it. From the looks of you, you're pretty awesome."

I laughed. "That's a matter of opinion. You do too, though."

There was a knock on the door, which just brightened her smile intensely, and she skipped to the door. "Oh. It's you."

"I have a name," a . . . very sexy, perfect, beautiful male voice said simply, almost as if he was as happy about him being here as she was. "And, no. I'm not my ex-wife you stole from me. I came to ask you something, for my sister. She's busy."

"Alice?"

"Well, yeah," he snorted, as if she should know. "Rose hates you, almost as much as I do."

"Feeling's mutual, for both of you."

"I'm not the one who stole your wife from you," he said darkly before letting out a deep breath. "Alice wants to know if you wanted to come over to her room for a little sleepover tonight."

I could see the girl smile brightly. "Of course. Why not? Is Rosalie going to be there?"

"No," the voice answered distantly, as if his mind was on something else too. "Alice has convinced her to stay the night in Rezzie's room, for the night, not that it took much asking once she heard you were coming."

"Excellent."

"If you're going to think about your desire to have sex with my ex-wife, do it sometime I'm not around," he sneered icily, "or close enough to hear."

"It's not my fault she fell out of love with you for me," she pointed out lightly, as if it was no big deal. "And, look, I'm sorry, but I love her. It's hard not to. But, you've had enough bed action recently. Why does it bother you?"

"Who's your roommate?" he asked blankly, obviously ignoring her last comment. "She smells strange."

"That's not weird at all," she retorted. "But, whatever. I guess it's the vampire thing. She just got here. I don't know her. But, I swear, keep your hands off of her, alright? You're a fucking player, and she seems like an awesome girl who really doesn't need your shit and all the drama you bring. So, back off, and I'm not even kidding! Leave her the hell alone!"

And then, I heard the door slam shut, most likely in his face, before she let out a deep breath and walked back towards me, a smile plastered on her lips. "Sorry about that. That . . . see, my girlfriend was married when we met freshman year, and we started out as friends. Well, I fell in love with her, and then, I didn't know it, but she fell in love with me too. So, she divorced her husband, which is who that was, before I even told her, and then, well, she came to me and things sort of just . . . happened. It was wrong, and as much as I don't show it, I feel really bad for him. But, he's not worth it. He's honestly not. She divorced him three years ago, and in the past year, well, I'm not sure if there are many girls left here that he hasn't fucked." She snorted. "But, from what I've heard, he only gets it once from each girl because, even though he's really sexy and very good, he never comes. Ever since my Bella, he hasn't ever come, which I kind of think is sad. I mean, he should move on, right? I guess, though, I can see why he wouldn't. Bella is so amazing."

There was a knock on the door then, as if this Bella girl heard her cue. I was guessing, since her ex-husband was a vampire, like my roommate had said, that she was too.

Maybe she was smart and could help me.