Chapter 2

I arrive at my dorm a car ride, train ride, and airplane flight later. Room 2198. I knock hesitantly.

"Come in!" yells a voice from the inside.

I open the door and peer into the small room. Plain creamy white walls. Two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. Two closets, two desks, two dressers, two lamps. The left bed has hot pink bedding, three throw pillows, a dozen posters, and a gazillion other personal things.

A tall, freckly brunette crosses the room. "Who are you?" she asks, sneering.

I swallow my disguist at this girl's rude manners. "Charlotte... I mean Charlie... Duncan. I'm your roommate."

She snorts. "I hope not. You look like you crawled out of a landfill."

My blood boils as I look down at my light blue jeans, pink hoodie, and purple flip-flops. My blonde hair is stuck in two childish braids. I lash out. "Judging by your outfit, I'm surprised you got into Harvard."

She gasps, and I feel the sharp satisfaction. She deserved it. Or should I say, her sexy white tube top and miniskirt deserved it. "Or did your dad bribe them?"

She snarls. "Get out."

"You can't make me. I live here now." I walk over to the remaining bed, take out a picture of my family, and plop it on the nightstand. "And since I'm living here, I might as well get to know your name.'

"You don't have to know."

"Oh really,: I say sarcastacly. I gaze at one of her posters. To my biggest fan, Hannah Carly McCratain. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say your name is Hannah Carly McCratian."

She glares. "How did you know?"

I gesture towards the poster. "You're forgetting the rest of the people are here because they're smart. Not because their daddies are."

She swore under her breath.

"Hannah!" called a voice from the hall.

Hannah grunted. "What do you want, Simona?" she hollers.

"Come here! I think you left your lipstick and blush in my room!"

She leaves the room. I flop on the bed. Wow. Why is Hannah so angry?

Her phone chirps on the dresser. Unable to stop myself, I reach over and read the text.

Hannah- wanna head to the Wilcox bar in Boston 2nite B4 orientation tomorrow? how bout 9? I hear a totes amaze comedian is supposed to be there.- Madison

I put the phone back just in time. I pick up a random item from one of my bags, an old book, and pretend to have been reading it. Hannah storms in.

She checks her phone. "Yes," she whispers aloud, typing.

I smile.

I might have just gotten a big break.

I dress in black clothing. Perfect for stalking. I follow Hannah out of the room, and watch her leave campus and take a left. I stealthliy follow her pack of people. A girl, who is presumably Madison, and three guys. I see them go into a bar, and I wait outside for a good 5 minutes beore going in silently.

"Anything for you, ma'am?" the bartender asks.

I nod. "A Sprite with a dash of vodka."

He looks suspicious. "Are you old enough?"

"Yup," I lie smoothly."

"Alrighty then," he said.

Suddenly, mic feedback fills the room. I flinch and see Hannah's group cringe too.

"Sorry 'bout that," a familiar voice says. And before I know it I'm staring into the deep eyes of Gabe Duncan.

"Charlie?" he gasps.

But I feel cool fingers on my shoulder. I whip around. Hannah. "What are you doing here?" she says in a deadly murmur.

"Hannah!" I choke out.

Then she sees him.

"Gabe?" she asks clearly.

a/n

Sorry for the long wait! I know it's short.

I do this with one of my other stories. Whoever gets this question right will get to have their name in the next chapter! (real/fake, I understand internet safetly)

What was the first thing Amy said after she declared she needed to move?