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"It's you?"

"Guilty as charged," blondie laughed. "But what exactly am I guilty of?"

"Wait, are you like, my roommate's boyfriend or something?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Um, I don't think that's genetically possible..."

"What?"

He sighed. "What's your roommate's name, Kara?"

"Kendall."

"And that's why it's not possible. Unless I'm dating myself." He looked down at himself. "Yeah, that would be weird."

"You're Kendall Schmidt?"

"The one and only."

I threw my head back and groaned.

Ooh pretty ceiling.

No, FOCUS, Kara.

"So I'm rooming with you."

Kendall shrugged. "If you're alright with that."

"Well we've been in the same room for like, five minutes, and you haven't hit on me..." I tilted my head back and forth. "Yeah I'm cool with it."

"Who hit on you in the first five minutes?" he laughed.

"Uh..." Shit, what was his name? It suddenly clicked and I snapped and shouted, "James!"

"James," Kendall smirked. "Very descriptive. So would that be Harper, McGrath, or Maslow...or the like, hundreds of other James'?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Tall guy, big built. Short brown hair that was kind of swept up. HUGE flirt, but nice guy."

Kendall bit his bottom lip, then burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, I know him."

"You do?"

"Yup. That would be Maslow, my best fri-"

The door burst open and James ran in, grabbing Kendall by the shoulders. "DUDE, HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR ROOMMATE? YOU LUCKY BASTARD. SHE'S SO HOT. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY ROOMMATE BUT THE GOOD LITTLE GERMAN BOY IN YOU JUST HAD TO OFFER YOUR ROOM."

"Um, James," Kendall coughed.

"She's- she's gorgeous. And has a really pretty smile. And beautiful, long, brown hair. And when she talks, it's like-"

"JAMES!" Kendall slapped his shoulder and turned him around, where I was standing, arms crossed, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised, hair slightly damp, barely clothed in a tank top and short shorts-

BARELY CLOTHED OH MY GOD I'M WITH BOYS AND BARELY WEARING CLOTHES IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT

"Gimme a minute!" I ran back into my room and changed into some, ehem, longer shorts and pulled a t-shirt over my head before going back out to face the guys.

James was sporting a pout, probably because I just cancelled his show, but Kendall had the biggest grin on his face. He sat at the table and shook his head. "Oh this is too good to be true."

James awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "Um...sorry about that. I didn't exactly expect you to be here."

"I figured." I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing. The look James was giving Kendall was priceless.

James turned back to me. "So, Kara, how would you like to go out tonight?"

Kendall nodded slowly. "Of course. Of course you're already hitting on my roommate."

"She was mine first," James shot back.

"Not anymore," Kendall retorted.

"Dick."

"Bitch!"

"Oh I'm a bitch? Isn't it somewhere in the 'guy best friend' book that you do NOT steal your best friend's gir-"

"James?" I cut in. "Don't even bother finishing that sentence."

"I won't, if you'll agree to go out with me."

"I'd love to go out with you-"

James smirked at Kendall and yelled, "Suck it!".

"- and down the hallway to the elevator, down to QuickZone to grab something and then back here to eat in peace, because, jackass, I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU."

"Suck that!" Kendall yelled back.

"BOTH OF YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT SUCKING...IT!" I yelled.

"Is it turning you on?" James asked me, totally serious.

"NO!" I shouted. "You're just...ugh! Now I'm going down to QuickZone by myself and so help me god, if either of you follows me, no one will ever suck it again," I threatened.

Both boys held their hands up in front of them and shook their heads.

"Good." Pleased with their fear, I left the room.

That's right, bitches. I just scared two 6 foot 1, 18 or 19 year old guys.

I mean, that's pretty impressive since I'm only 5 foot 6.

But don't judge.

I'll cut a bitch.

Seriously.

I made my way down to the café located on the bottom floor of our college and ordered dinner, sitting down at a table to eat.

A girl with jet black hair came and sat across from me, a huge smirk on her face. "You living in 112?"

I studied her a bit. She was dressed in shorts and a simple t-shirt, similarly to me. Ok, she doesn't seem capable of...inflicting any pain upon me. "Maybe. Why?"

"Because I live in 113. I saw Maslow run in, and I heard some yelling, then you walked out here alone. That's pretty impressive. You didn't murder them, did you?"

"No!" I yelled.

"Alright, alright, keep your voice down."

"So what exactly do you want from me? Not trying to be bitchy, just generally curious."

"I just want to...fill you in on some things. Keep you aware. James used to hit on me, too. James, your roommate, Kendall, and I are all sophomores. Which means I've been his target for the past year. Looks like he's moved on to you. Don't give in. I just wanted to tell you that." She patted my hand and left.

"What the fuck?" I whispered.

The stupid college tour guides told me all about "fun experiences" and "cool clubs" and "great courses" and "amazing ways to make friends".

Yeah, all that cheery shit.

Nobody fucking warned me about dumbass "I don't even know you but let's go out on a date" Maslow, "I'm really sweet but my best friend is said dumbass" Schmidt, and the kind of intimidating room 113 chick.

Isn't the first year supposed to be easy?

Ha. Life is such a bitch to me.