After bidding our farewells, I retreated towards my dorm. When nearing the entrance, I reached into my back pocket to snatch my key, but as I did so, I didn't detect them.

"Shit..." I mumbled

I searched all over my body, there was only my phone and a fruit flavored gum pack. They could of fallen anywhere; the concert, freeway, or here on campus. Hopefully they were in the area so at least somebody would find it and return them. The building and room number was etched into the piece of metal. If there was no chance of discovering them, I would have to go to the office and ask for a new one. It was a smart thing leaving my wallet here. I exhale roughly and knocked on the door, luckily Rachel was still awake to answer.

"Karen..?" the raven haired girl yawned. She looked pale but the faded purple bags under her eyes were visible.

"We'll talk in the morning, for now let's go to bed." I declared to prevent my friend from interrogating me about my night and sudden appearance.

She automatically agreed. Her face struck fatigue but that wasn't much of a surprise, regularly her own set bedtime was around 11:30 and staying up beyond that cause her to look the way she was at the moment. As for me, I was exhausted, even though the last couple hours flowed smoothly, my vigor still decreased. We both crashed on our individual mattresses, and before I knew it, I dozed off. The night passed liked a racing grey hound, so it didn't prolong till the sun was up and shining bright.

"Yo Karrie, get up. It's laundry day." My roommate nudged the calve of my left leg, dangling off the edge of the cushion.

"Okay, in a sec..." I muffled against the memory foam pillow of mine.

I ascended from my bed and put on my beige sandals, or as me & Rachel call them: "Our fuck you flip flops". She started labeling them that ever since she saw the movie 'The social Network'. It would make sense of me hating that film, the concept is about a guy (I can't recall his name which is perfectly fine with me), who invented the illogical, irksome social media, Facebook. Gosh, I'd do anything for it to be erased off this planet...Dreadfully, I did end up watching the flick but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, the best part was the conclusion of the movie when all of the guys' friends loathe him for what he did. Shows how much a thoughtless app can ruin the lives of civilians.

I put on some sweat pants and a white scoop neck t-shirt with the design of a black wolfs head stitched on it. Finishing my casual wardrobe, we lead ourselves to the institutes 'only students' Laundromat, where there weren't as many people on Saturday mornings. I had no classes today or on Wednesday so I could loosen up and not have to worry about upcoming assignments. As I placed down my garb filled basket next to the washer and pulled out my launderette card to activate the machine, I spotted a white glove on the vinyl, tile floor.

"Wonder who dropped this..." I thought when I picked up the fabric and examined it.

"I see you found something that belongs to me." A composed tone murmured in my ear.

"Hey! What's your problem?" I hastily turned while masking my ear.

"Karen, it's a fortune seeing you here?" the ruby eyed man smirked.

"Sebastian?" I uttered in stupefied manner. It was unexpected sighting him here. I've been coming to this location since I started college and not once have I caught a glimpse of the guy at this place.

"You seem confuse." he lightly chuckle as I handed him his mitten.

"I'm not; it's that we keep running into each other..." I sighed, crossing my arms.

"Quite the coincidence I would say." the raven haired male commented, putting the glove in the hamper behind him.

"No kidding." I added as I proceeded to get back to my chore of washing my raiment's.

While I was racking my getup in the apparatus, I could sense somebody looking directly at me as I did it. I swiftly rotated my head and trapped Sebastian in my grimace.

"Quit staring." I imparted.

"My apologies, I had no intention of hindering you but I've actually been wanting to converse." The towering gent anonymously told.

"Of what exactly?" I questioned, depositing another glob of clothes in the washer.

"Well, ever since this morning when we parted each other's company, I couldn't stop thinking about you-"

"Whoa dude, I'm going to have to stop you there. I am not interested nor will I ever be, so you can dis the act, okay." I cropped his speech short out of impulse. My guesses were, he's probably trying to sweet talk me and see if I'll give in. Ha! Like that's going to happen.

"Yes, that's what I needed to discuss with you about," Sebastian claimed, changing my view a bit.

"Before you boorishly cut me off, I wanted to say that I couldn't get you off my mind because you're the first girl who hasn't strived to flirt with me or get into my pants the first time we met. And I thank you for it."

"Oh...is that all?" I awkwardly ask.

"Not really, I was wondering if you could tell me about yourself, what's your story?" He stationed his elbow on the tin contraption and positioned his palm under his chin, then grinned.

"I don't think that's necessary" my docile tone vocalized.

"Fine, I'll go first." The crimson eyed male announce, earning himself a weird look from me.

"Before moving here to California, I use to live in London with my family. I was born on October 31st, precisely on Halloween, pretty cool huh? Anyways, I have an older brother; well technically he's my half brother since we share a father but not mothers, his name's Claude. The woman who bore him separated with my dad after about a year, leaving him his child; I figured she couldn't handle them both. Later in months, my father found a beautiful, faithful lady I call my mother. She got pregnant with me after 2 miscarriages, so I assumed I was exceedingly special. Unfortunately, when she finished delivering me, she died the following day. It sucks I never got the chance meet my mom but my dad always shows me photographs of her. I inherited the hair and eyes from this lovely lady, she even gave me my whole name before perishing: Sebastian Derek Michaelis. Growing up, me and Claude were the tall kids of our town, we were either bullied because of our height or the fact my father was a depressed alcoholic. Years progressed on and things seemed to get worse in our family when we lost our house and were forced to live in a dirty apartment, the only perk were the street cats that came to visit and comfort me every night, which I ultimately developed a deep attachment to these felines. The future looked like a dead-end for us until my old man was hired for a job that required traveling. At the age of 15, all of us move to Santa Barbara, California which was nice but I was still adjusting. Attending Trancy high was the hardest part since everyone thought I was extremely handsome, either people hated me or loved me. I was the notable lone wolf with my sibling, I theorized that I only needed Claude as my pal. Girls were the silliest though, doing dumb shit to get my attention and yelling "Notice me senpai!" with their annoying pitched voices, also, there was this guy who was engrossed with me, he would stare and follow me everywhere I went. I did end up seeing someone, her name was Felicity Blake. But over time our relationship started to fall apart since her modeling job was everything to her and we had no time to spend together. Eventually, after high school, I applied to Phantomhive College with my bro. We got accepted; he's majoring in acting and me, psychology. And last but not least, today I'm standing in front of a girl in a Laundromat who I would greatly appreciate if she became my friend." He finished with that puerile smirk of his.

I was seriously glad there weren't any tears or cracks during his discourse, but now I'm in this rare situation. He just told me about his life that sounded relatively rough. I suppose it's best if I share a portion of mine as well.

"Thank you for telling me. Now my turn." I took a deep breath and began.

"I grew up in Merced, California, my whole name's Karen Angela Medrano. I started home schooling at the age of 4, up until I was 5. When I emerged into public school, classes were a crucial setback since I was a noiseless, obstinate girl with complications on socializing. The seed of this behavior sprouted at home, I always played by myself since my older brothers and sister were different compared to me. So most of the time I was with my aunt or grandma and all they did was pretty much edify me on how to be mature and solemn, not to mention, they converted me into a neat freak too. I, without a doubt, was entirely incompatible from other kids and always thought about logic rather than mirth, so they never insisted to play or talk to me. Furthermore, I was incredibly too stubborn for my own good and once punched a kid for eating something from off the floor then scolded him. My mom has that video and it was my first day of public school. Making (good) companions was ridiculously hard and throughout the fifth grade was when I gave up. From Kindergarten to fifth, only consisted on reading and staying completely silent unless being called on by the teacher. I was only bullied during the fourth grade but got this kid back by slapping him in the next year or so. Anyways, my childhood was considerably normal as much as I can remember; fun fact about me, I never cry. I have a vast devotion towards animals, so you can say I'm a little obsessed with creatures. Adding on, sadly all of the people I enjoyed in my family have passed away and everyone I have left are people who abused me verbally. My dad's a sozzled, louse who doesn't even try to do anything for me, his youngest daughter. There on out, I met a group of humans that actually made my life better, and I couldn't any happier, my friends. In high school, everything was normal; I would get in trouble every now and then but nothing too absurd. Same goes for me, after four years I applied to Phantomhive College, got into this school and study psychology. Overall my life has gotten better, and for the most part, I'm standing in front of a guy who's my new friend." I concluded my story there.

Sebastian stared at me with an intrigued expression.

"I appreciate you telling me that. I can anticipate we'll be splendid cronies from now on." He beamed and I lightheartedly rolled my eyes and resumed my errand.

"Karen, if you don't mind, would you have interest in spending tomorrow with me?" his eyebrow lifted as he asked.

"Like, hangout?" I questioned back.

He nodded.

"Let me think about and I'll answer you in class tomorrow." I simply asserted.

T.B.C.