a / n | okay. i had no idea what just happened, i was just strolling along, checking on my story, and somehow this chapter had deleted itself. i think just had a breakdown moment, i don't even know. but after a short moment of rage and table flipping, i remember that i had done the chapter on word and saved it to my computer. fortunately, everything was saved, but now i have to republish this chapter. some things may be a tad different, because the one on word was merely a rough draft, and i had to try to remember what the other one was like. this is the closest to it i could get.

| O2 . CHAPTER TWO |

"I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE for the inconvenience, Ms. Hinamori, but there are no current dorms available in the Girls' Dormitory. I'm afraid that if you refuse to share a room with Mr. Tsukiyomi, you'll have to be sent home immediately," Mr. Mashiro muttered gruffly. His eyebrows crunched in sheer annoyance and I swallowed the lump in my throat. By now, I had no doubt it in my mind he was tired of my stubborn acts, and to be frank, I had managed to bore myself as well. But I was determined on standing my ground. I wasn't going to be sharing a room with a person of the opposite gender for the rest of High School.

It was approximately two hours since my encounter with the blue-haired male who was casually lounging on the bed. And after a brief disagreement that left the urge to rip his lungs out, I ushered myself to the Principle's office with my supposed "dorm mate" in tow. Surely they had made a mistake when assigning dorms. No, I wasn't be sexist. During last month's newspaper edition, someone actually conducted a survey. However, I will admit I am being a little biased. But it was only because I didn't have a good history with guys, or anyone, to be honest.

I ran a frustrated hand through my strawberry pink hair. "So what you're saying is there's nothing you can do about it? You're just going to let it slide? A boy and a girl in a room together, think about the possibilities. Aren't you concerned about this? What will our parents say about this arrangement?" I protested. His face twisted, and it was slight and almost unnoticeable, but it was there. For a moment, I felt a sense of relief about not sharing a room with the blue-haired man, but my hope died when he returned to his uncaring gaze. Wasn't there a rule against opposite genders in the same dorm? What the hell happened to that?

"I trust that you two are responsible enough to stay in the same room alone without any complaints or difficulties," he replied smoothly. "If not, I'll try my best to arrange something for you in the mean time, but at the moment, that's all I can do for you. Now please exit my office before I have to call security to personally escort you out." A snicker emitted from my dorm mate, but it wasn't amusing to me. My teeth gritted together and I felt my blood boiling.

Assholes.

| 3 . 6 . 5 |

Surviving a year in this hell hole would be a miracle to mankind. It was more terrifying than getting on a bus occupied with strangers to an out-of-town bar. It would be more nerve-wracking than back at home. It was going to be the worst three-hundred-sixty-five days of my life. To put it simply, it was an emotional influenza. I took a deep breath in attempt to calm myself down from the conversation that had just occurred minutes ago. Now that I look back at it, I should've flipped Mr. Mashiro off when I had the chance to.

My dorm mate [who I have yet to learn the name of ], left sometime earlier. I didn't have an idea of where he could've wandered off to, but I couldn't care less. All that mattered was that I finally had the room all to myself - probably the only good thing that came out of today. So far, it seemed as if all the luck had been crashing into me.

I applaud you if you found the sarcasm in that sentence.

Breathing in sharply, I leaned my head against the wall. I better get used to this, I noted miserably. I took a second to scrutinize the room closer. Looking at it clearly, the room appeared a bit smaller than when I first saw it. Then again, I was freaking out at the time. But if anything, I would say it was the decent size for an apartment, possibly a small house. Tsukiyomi's bed is bland, I noticed. That was my first thought when I saw the thick, emerald green blanket on a white twin bed that was pushed up against the plain walls on the other side of the room. It hasn't even been made. In fact, not including my side, the whole room was a train-wreck.

I rolled my eyes when I saw a half-eaten tuna fish pizza resting on his pillows.

Of course.