Hi! So I'm writing this on my phone since I can't seem to get away from my son long enough to sit at my computer and write. So please excuse me for any mistakes I will probably make and enjoy!

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Reason 9

Santana made every part of my college experience her business. I swear, from the searching, to the visits, to the applications, to the actual college, she was there. She thurougly invaded what was supposed to be one of the greatest moments of my life. It even got to the point where she was practically stalking me but I couldn't get a restraining order because apparently it's normal for "best friends" to follow each other around.

Honestly, I probably could have prevented it. I should have understood that she was plotting something when she asked me about the colleges I was looking at. This girl has never shown any sort of interest in anything if she couldn't gain anything from it herself. But no, I blew it off because I was too focused on the fact that I would finally have the chance to start a new life away from her crazy ass. I even ignored the obvious signs that she had pillaged my desk and my bookbag searching for whatever crazy women feel the need to ransack other people's personal belongings for. Nope, I didn't even care when she accompanied me and my mom on our college roadtrip. It never hit home that she was probably planning on following me to college until I stumbled upon the applications in her room. Applications to all the colleges I was applying to. APPLICATIONS TO ALL OF THEM!

So I tried to hide everything from her after that. I was so desperate that I even forged letters of rejection from the colleges that I was accepted to. I lied my ass off to get away from her. When she told me that she was thinking of attending a school in San Francisco I told her I was considering a school in the California bay area as well. Little did she know that I had already decided on a school in New Jersey; a school on the other side of the country and I would never have to see her again. So imagine my surprise on move-in day when, to my horror, a mini dress, high-heeled clad Santana Lopez is strutting down the hall of my co-ed dorm.

The day so far had started off great. My parents had driven me to the college and helped me carry my boxes into my dorm before leaving, with a healthy dose of tears on my mom's part. Then I met my roommate who was not an atrocious monster like Santana, and we had just decided to go out to grab some lunch when we started to hear catcalls and whistled coming from the hallway.

My roommate, Brent, got up to see what seemed to have caught the attention of the men in the dorm before he turned around and called me over. "Dude, come here" he beckoned with his hand, "there's a hella fine chick walking down the hall."

I jumped up, excited to finally get to admire a decent woman without Santana Lopez staring daggers into my back. But as soon as I turned the corner I wished I had just jumped out of the window instead.

Santana sauntered towards me, smirking all the while as her hips swayed in her pink mini dress and her nude heels clacked on the floor with each step that closed in. For the most part, she ignored the surrounding men in the hall as her eyes locked on mine.

"Well looky here," she drawled as she leaned against the doorframe of my room and slid her hand slowly up her thigh to rest on her hip. "Here I was, thinking we'd be meeting each other in California but something in the back of my mind told me to wait until you had settled on a college before choosing mine. I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of you so I asked your mom where you had decided to go and lucky me, I also happened to be accepted to a school in the area."

My mouth gaped like a fish fish before the shock wore off and I could ask her what she was doing at my school. But she ignored my question, instead trailing her hand up my torso to play with the hem of my collar. "You know, I waited all day yesterday for you to at least come say goodbye to me. I was so upset when you didn't that I booked a redeye last night so that I could see you today.

I grabbed her hand and threw it off of me. "What are you doing here?" I repeated.

Again she ignored me to peek around me at my roommate. "You must be the twink's new bedfellow? I'll let you know right now that he likes to stay up late to paint his toenails, talk about his feelings, and feast himself on gummy worms and certain male body parts while he tickles his ass" she smiled.

Brent laughed and offered his hand to greet her, "You must be Santana. Sebastian was just telling me about you."

"Was he now?" she smiled at him, grasping his hand.

Had I been speaking about her? I didn't realize it.

"Yeah, at first I thought he was talking about his girlfriend but he started talking shit about you in a kind of angry but fond way" Brent replied.

Santana unceremoniously pushed me to the side as she strolled into my room to speak to Brent, effectively starting the hijacking of my college life. She made sweet on my roommate who made sure to invite her to every party and social gathering we attended. And since she was going to a school just over the bridge in New York, she thought it provided ample oppotunity to visit me every weekend. People around my dorm had taken to calling her my wife, but when that time came I had already given up. She took everything!