Alicia rolled out of her bed sheets at 8:30, slamming her hand onto her iPhone screen and pressing the screen in random spots until her alarm went silent. Her eyes were still closed, because she was hoping her roommate would come in and tell her that their shared class was cancelled. It wasn't.

Sighing, she brunette sat up in bed and began to perform her morning stretches. She claimed it always helped wake her up and helped her focus for the rest of the day, plus keeping her body limber was important what with the amount the girl danced every day.

Once she felt like she was adequately stretched and ready, she hopped out of bed and yawned before pulling open her shades. The sun was shining and it lit up the campus of Westchester Private University, the green lawns spanning for miles and the academic buildings in the distance.

WPU has one of the highest success rates in the country for a private college. They didn't let anyone graduate who wasn't ready. The size of the classes were very small, despite the large and quite beautiful campus.

WPU was, clearly, a private university. Since they were private, they were allowed to be picky about what applicants they let into the school. Your high school grades had to be good, you had to do a lot of volunteer work and community service to show you're well rounded, and you had to be from a well known/well off family to get in. The administration wanted to know that these students could help each other out, that their parents could help them get jobs.

Turning away from her window, Alicia began to put together her bed again. She pulled her baby blue sheets together, topping it with her matching duvet cover and comforter. The decorative pillows she discarded on the floor from the night before were then tossed onto the bed, then the brunette grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, face wash and a towel and made her way to the suite's bathroom she shared with her roommate and three suitemates.

How could five girls live in harmony in one room? Well, the answer is that they don't, but that's neither here nor there.

The girls all have different personalities, which is good when you live together, but also bad when you live together. They can rarely agree on anything, and when they do it's usually food.

There's constant arguments every night about what TV show they should watch, because at least two of the girls are always fighting and don't want to sit in the same rom as the other.

They've lived together for three years now, not knowing each other before college began.

Dylan lives on Long Island in the hamptons, with her mother being the full time television personality she is.

Alicia lives close by, but makes it very clear to both parents that she doesn't accept visitors.

Kristen lives in queens, and wanted to get a taste of the good life at WPU.

Claire comes from florida, having decided on this school because she figured it'd open more doors for her career wise.

Massie lives on the other side of Westchester, but unlike Alicia's parents, they aren't too apt to visiting her when they don't have to.

While she brushed her teeth for the full two minutes, Alicia decided to carry on her stretches. She just couldn't sit still. Once she was all cleansed and ready, Alicia padded back to her side of the room and tossed her now dirty face cloth into her hamper, then set her eyes on the keurig her and her roommate shared.

After grabbing one of her favorite to-go mugs (it was baby blue and said 'just don't give a sip' in cursive font) and picking a random k-cup out of the jar they use to hold them in (vanilla hazelnut, not her all time favorite) she popped it into the keurig and let the machine whir away while she began to pick out her outfit.

A pair of black yoga pants, a gucci sweatshirt and some ll bean moccasins later, she was dressed and ready. Alicia sat down at her desk, pulling her makeup bag out of her drawer and began to apply a very low maintenance look for classes. She applied her foundation (nars sheer glow) with a few coats of jet black better than sex mascara, a sweep of becca opal highlighter and a very thin coat of kat von d matte liquid lipstick in a peachy pink shade.

"Ugh, I cannot even believe that Johnny settled with Karina. Remind me never again to even think about going after an omega chi guy, they're nothing but trouble and bad beer bellies."

"You know you're better than her, so why waste the energy being bothered?" Alicia asked her roommate who came storming into their room in a tizzy.

"Because," Massie began, handing Alicia her coffee and beginning to make her own. Mocha cream, not bad. "Because it's the principle of the matter. It doesn't matter if I know I'm better than her, clearly he didn't think I was!"

"He's a tool, Mass. I know that's your type and all, but you have to let go of that. Not every guy who meets you is going to want to fuck you." Alicia prophesied, plugging in her flat iron and beginning to straighten her long frizzy locks once it was warm enough.

"Ugh, you're right. But I can't help that I have a complex! Any boy would be lucky to have me, beyond lucky!"

"You're right, babe, but they might not see that right now, so let them be stupid and oblivious and you need to continue to live your life and kill them with your ah-mazing hair and tight ass and make them miss you."

"You are sooo right, Leesh. Did we have french homework?" Now panicked, Massie began shuffling through her textbooks on her own desk to see before they went to their next lecture together.

"Did we have french homework?" Dylan, one of their suitemates, asked as she barged into their room without knocking.

Dylan doesn't knock. Dylan doesn't do homework, or go to many classes. Dylan doesn't do a lot of things she really should, but that's another topic on how to improve your life 101. She's super forgetful and really only cares about having fun, so when boring topics like homework and classes come up she's usually the first to leave the room.

The redhead has gone through three years of college and still doesn't have a grip on things. Or, she does, which is why she's so absent minded and forgetful. Alicia would bet her ferragamo gancini flap bag on the fact that she's most likely drunk right now, at 9:15 in the morning.

"Yeah, we had exercises 4-10 on page 192. C'mon ladies, get it together!" Alicia clapped her hands together in imitation of their professor before beginning to giggle.

"Well, can I see yours?" Dylan asked, reaching over and taking Alicia's notebook before she could protest.

"Yeah, me too!" Massie joined in, grabbing her notebook and sitting with Dylan on Massie's plush bed to begin copying the answers.

"God, I'm fluent in Spanish, this should be easier for you two versus me!"

"Oh shut it, Miss Internationally Cultured. Some of us are trying to cheat over here!"

At 9:52, Massie, Dylan and Alicia left their on campus apartment to make their trip towards Dowinger Hall. The three rolled their eyes as Layne Abeley, resident weirdo of WPU, passed by them on her electric scooter holding a sign that said "free our parking, save our ships" and a book of petitions. She knew better than to ask the three girls, so she kept driving - err, scooting - at three miles per hour.

Alicia snickered, elbowing Massie in the ribs while Massie attempted to control her smiles.

Dylan grinned and burped loud enough for everyone in the quad to hear, and yelled "Eww, Layne! Hold it in next time!"

"Maybe you should take your own advice, Dylan."

"Maybe you should learn to walk, Layne, your pace on this scooter is embarrassing for everyone."

"Oh, c'mon Alicia, you weren't saying that to me when we were smoking three weeks ago."

"Uhm, ew, we weren't smoking together. You were in the same dorm room I happened to be in while you all smoked out of a bong, which I don't do. I only roll papers, sorry."

"Are you done tormenting my friends, Layne?"

"What a change of pace, Massie. You tell me, are your friends done tormenting me?"

"I mean, probably not, but we all have classes to go to so I can't really stop to chat and be harrassed."

Josh Hotz was leaving the academic hall at the same time the girls were beginning to enter, so he left and held the door open for them. He gave a nod to Dylan, a grin at Massie and reached out to stop Alicia by taking her hand.

His hand was so soft, Alicia thought to herself as she stopped moving and turned to face him.

"Hey, Leesh."

"Hey J! What's up?"

"Not much, just leaving after another boring history lecture. What about you?"

"Currently running six minutes late to french, you know, the usual."

"Haha, yeah. Hey, do you wanna get together this thursday? The Omega's are throwing a rager, and it's never a rager without Rivera."

"Oh, yeah def! Text me the details? I gotta get in there before Kashow rings my neck."

"See you then, Leesh."

"He so likes you, Leesh." Massie chided when professor kashow let them break down into small pairs to work on their annunciation.

"What makes you say that?"

"Have you heard the way he talks to you?"

"Yeah, he's a grade A flirt, Mass. You know it, so does half the student body."

"Yeah, but half the student body falls for it. Including you."

"Oh my god, no, Massie! I can't, I refuse to be a Hotzie."

"Is that what they're calling themselves?"

"Yeah, it's like a fucking right of passage now I guess. Either way, that isn't me."

"Just think about it, Leesh. Keep your options open, do whatever you want but I'm just letting you know that I'm pointing out the obvious."

"Didn't you swear off the frat boys Massie?"

"Ya, for me, nawt you!"