SPOV:
That was nice of that girl for helping me pick some stuff up. I'm so used to fighting with Trevor, but It is a little awkward that she witnessed that fight with Trevor. Fucking Trevor, why can't I do what I want with my hair?
I glance up and watch the girl walk away, her ass prominent in her black skinnies, her white button up sleeves folded to her elbows, the bottom of her shirt weirdly half tucked in and half tucked out, it's dare I say sexy on her. Wait what am I saying?! Why can't I control these feelings?
I shove my last item that happens to be a pair pants in my suitcase and zip it up I stand quickly to my feet and pull up the walking handle and shuffle over to the concession stand where I am greeted by a lady who wears the a name tag that reads 'Stacy' she's so much taller than me I have to actually look up at her, she smiles politely, "Dorm building name?" I quickly pull out the crumpled up piece of paper and unfold it "Umm, dorm H. Throby?" I giggle at the name it's so ridicules, I hate it.
She points behind me and I turn quickly around, "It's straight ahead" she says sweetly "Thank you" I mumble my eyes locked on the big old looking building at the top of the large hill. Great looks like I'm going to get some nice cardio in every day, I huff and start my long journey to my dorm.
Passing by confused looking people dragging their bags around looking for their place to be, I push open the arched doors and take in the musty weird smell of the building. Note to self: buy air freshener.
I head to the elevator and push the up button. The doors pull open and a bunch of girls pile in along with me; everyone shouting out floor numbers, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 10 they say one after the other, as a girl stands and pushes the buttons. Thankfully someone said 10.
The volume of everyone's voices bouncing off the walls gives me a small headache, rubbing my temple with my free hand, I ride the floors until I get to 10. The last girl and I, who is like 4 inches taller than me with shoulder length brown hair and piercing blue eyes, walks out.
"God, I hate elevators!" she lets out a sigh of pure horror, "You're definitely in for one hell of a time then, aye?" I giggle a little she laughs huskily "Sure am! The name's Emy by the way" I look at the door numbers "I'm Sara." I say as I continue down the hall to the door that is propped open with a cardboard box '3823' I look over at Emy, "I'll see ya around." She smiles and walks off blushing a little. Weird.
I stroll into the room, head to the bed that isn't made up and set my suitcase and bag down on the bed. "Now I'm just waiting for my roommate to show!" the girl who helped me walks into the room from the bathroom holding a camera up to her face "OH!" she exclaims "Looks like she's here already!" she smiles a gummy grin and stops recording putting her camera down on her desk.
"Isn't this just funny?" she laughs I smile and nod in response "I'm Sara K. Clement." I extend my hand to her "Tegan Rain Quin." She says proudly while taking my hand.
