Chapter 9
"Shit, these rooms are small."
Sam glanced up from the half desk close to the door at the tall brown haired student framed in the open doorway. "Hi."
Summer classes were over and the fall session was about to start. He'd been lucky, probably due to Mr. Forest, and hadn't had to share the room till now. He'd enjoyed the privacy even as it had felt terribly strange. It hadn't been something he'd had much of before. Yet he'd found himself somewhat looking forward to some roommates. His bid for making friends hadn't been going anywhere near as good as he wished. It was his hope that by having roommates, he'd be forced to be more forthcoming and gain more than just passing acquaintances.
"You're one of my roommates I take it?" The student still hadn't come inside, a large duffle bag hooked over his shoulder.
To say he didn't look impressed was an understatement. Sam's excitement over meeting his fellow students dampened a little. He stood up. "My name's Sam. Nice to meet you."
"Mitch." He nodded in Sam's direction but totally ignored the outstretched hand. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked on in as if committing himself to a distasteful course. He threw the duffel onto the nearest bed. "Let me guess, computer science major?"
Sam frowned getting the distinct feeling this guy would find that as distasteful as he had everything else so far. "Sociology Major, actually."
That got him a raised brow. "International Business here." Mitch turned to take care of his bag, leaving Sam to waffle as to what to do now. He sat back down, feeling awkward and not sure how to proceed.
"So…know of any pre semester parties?" Mitch sent him a glance as he pulled open one of the dresser drawers and shook his head at the lack of space he found there.
"No. Sorry. Not much into that sort of thing."
The answering look he got was one Sam was only too well acquainted with. His spirits dropped even lower. Looks of disapproval and disappointment were a John Winchester specialty. Sam would recognize one anywhere having been the recipient of more than his share of them. It was but one of the many things he wished never to have to deal with again.
"Mitch!"
Both Sam and his roommate turned toward the door. A short, rather muscular student walked into the room.
"Brian! Hey!" Mitch heartily shook the new guy's hand. "Tell me you've been assigned to this room."
"I've been assigned to this room." Brian grinned. "I told you Dad had connections with the old Alma matter."
Mitch looked pleased for the first time since he arrived. "It's so good to see you. This will work out great."
Sam stood up slowly.
Brian noticed him. "Oh, hey. You our third roomie?"
Before Sam could say anything, Mitch answered the question for him. "Yeah, he's it." How he felt about it was rudely obvious. "Sociology major. Doesn't do parties. Name of…" He half turned toward him. "What was your name again?"
"Sam. My name is Sam."