We did just as we agreed- the remaining of the night we went about unpacking and decorating our separate dorm room sections. I tried to do as she said and not make it awkward, but I couldn't help with the fumbling when we came close to colliding, along with avoiding those manners. We didn't speak, instead allowed the music blaring from her laptop speaker fill in the empty gaps of silence flowing through the room.

I was yet to collect her name, but so far I could tell a lot about my roommate, like the fact she could make college a living hell for me, and that she liked black a lot. And she would probably jump at the chance to reproduce with any of the guys screaming to music on her computer.

"You're killing me Remy," she said suddenly. My fingers fumbled with the poster, the thumbtack slipping through my fingers and down the crevice of space between my bed and the wall. I had only known her for two hours and I already pissed her off.

"Excuse me?" I barely spoke above a whisper

"Okay, I may look like someone whose raising the dead in her free time," she perched herself back on her desk, "but I promise you I'm not, so don't act like you just saw me doing so. I'm also not practicing witchcraft."

"I'm sorry," I breathed out. I let go of the poster, letting dangle from the lone tack in the wall, and hopped off my bed. "I promise i'm trying not to be awkward."

She rolled her yes. "I can see that. You jump every time we make contact which means you're trying too hard. Loose up a little. I promise I wont bite. Or I promise you'll I try not too." She gave me a wink.

She hopped off the desk and took a step closer. "Look, I don't want this year to go as horrible just as much as you don't. Lets just avoid small chatter and skip right to, i guess you can refer to as, being 'friends'. If we click, great. If not, what can you do. All I'm saying is if I come in after a three hour lecture to hear Lady Gaga paying, this is not going to work out."

My lips twitched up at the ends. I had no idea who this chick was, but she was a force to be reckoned with I could tell. All I had to do was make sure to stay on her good side, which I hope was as easy as she seemed to make it. Truth be told, I hadn't listened to the pop channels since the first album dropped.

"Huh, huh," she grinned, "I see a smile. Do we have a deal?"

"I'm more into alternative than top 40's," I say.

She threw her hands into the air, fists pumping towards the ceiling. "YES! Thank you God! I can deal with that." she dropped her hands and immediately extended her right arm. "Remy, I think this just might work."

I slowly reached out and grabbed her shake flopped my arm around like a noodle. "We'll work on the awkward thing," she said as she turned her back to continue her work."

I stuffed my hands into the back pockets of my jeans and stared at the floor. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. If this was going to work out, I had to make an effort. I spent my entire high school career hiding in the shadows, I swore to my self college would be different. I just had to put effort into it.

My stomach muscles clenched and started churning as I opened my mouth to speak. Unable to find words, a squeak escaped and i immediately shut my mouth and turned around.

"Did you say something?" She asked.

Do it, Remy, I thought. Now's your chance.

I turned back around to see her standing a few feet away, a stack of pictures in her hand.

"I uh," I took a deep breath. "I just wanted to, uh, know your name."

A small smile appeared across her face. "I'm Scarlette."

Over the weekend, Scarlette and I finished unpacking and decorating our dorm. On the last day before classes started, she dragged me to Target to pick out curtains. Or so she said, when really she just decided to cascade black over the one window the room bore. I really didn't care. So far Scarlette has been nothing but kind towards me and seemed like she made an effort to befriend me. I tried my best, but usually let her do the talking.

"I am not looking forward to tomorrow," Scarlette groaned. She fell onto her bed, flinging her arm across her head dramatically.

"You aren't even a little excited to start classes?" I asked as I stuffed a shirt into one of the caddie drawers under my bed.

"Are you?" She sat up quickly.

I looked down and played with my hands. I didn't exactly mind the schoolwork, I spent most of high school doing that. College, of course, is another step in advancement and is spoken to be tougher than previous school years. Was I excited? Maybe a little. The whole thing has been a thrill that I haven't exactly given much thought in the actual act of classes.

She raised an eyebrow at me, I just shrugged. "I don't know. To be honest I haven't given it must thought." She laid back down.

"Can I be completely honest with you?" she asked. Her tone caught me by surprise. It was full of complete sincerity and seriousness she so seemed to lack at times, unless she was threatening someone.

"Yeah, of course," I said, taking a seat at the end of my bed.

"I did really bad in school," she said staring at the ceiling. "I failed almost every test I took. I got into fights constantly, and basically was one of the main reasons the school split against each other. It was insane." She scoffed. "I applied here as a joke. I would have never dreamed of getting in."

Silence filled the room after her remaining words. Scarlette and I were completely different people with different high school experiences. She struggled in school and was noticed, while I excelled and was invisible for the most part. I shouldn't complain as much as I should for someone who had stated twenty four hours ago she wish she had my experience, and only then if I had known.

"I'm sorry," were the only fitting words I could think of.

She shrugged and looked at me. "Doesn't matter, I'm here anyways. I made it, and I'm done." I smiled at her before turning my attention to the floor.

"So I got into fights, almost didn't pass, been used and cheated on by almost every boy I chose to date and not just have causally for a night. Now tell me, Remy, what is your high school story, aside from being mostly invisible?"

Normally I would never consider speaking of it to anyone. It was locked up and secured safely behind a barrier of locks in my mind. Maybe it was the moment of sincerity and heartfelt conversation. Or the fact a story had been told. Whatever the reason, I have yet to decide if I regret what I responded with.

"Well Junior year I met a group of boys who took me in and made me their best friend. I fell in love with one of them, and he with me, and we were together for a while. Then they got an opportunity of a lifetime and left. The end."

"Wow," Scarlette said after a few moments. "I don't even know how to respond to that."

An unhumored laugh escaped through my lips. "That's not even the worst part."

"What is, then?" she sat up.

"They're now a famous boyband," I said, "and are living here in LA."

I really apologize for the chapter. I promise it will get better and more interesting as I get my swing back.