Chapter 1: Chapter One: Attitude Doesn’t Get You Anywhere
"Bye Mom!" I called as I walked through the door. She probably wouldn't even notice I'm gone. Too busy getting the perfect high.
I got in my car and drove the two hours to my college campus.
It was the day before the beginning of sophomore year. We all come a day early to get settled in again.
As I got out of the car, I was knocked over.
"Ouch! Watch where you're going, asshole!" I said.
"It was your fault." The guy shrugged. He then extended his hand to help me up. Huh, maybe he did have manners.
"Thanks." I muttered.
"Whatever." He said and walked off.
I scoffed. "Asshole." I said under my breath.
I walked over to my car to grab the stuff I brought to my mom's over the summer.
I didn't own much, and I didn't bring much either, so it was easy to carry. I had a basket full of my clothes and a box with makeup and hair supplies along with my laptop, earbuds, and laptop and phone charger. Also, my purse.
I walked to my dorm and was greeted by a "do not disturb" sign on my door.
"What the hell?" I whispered.
I turned the doorknob and it was locked. I fished my keys out of my over the shoulder purse and put the key in. As I walked in, I was shocked to see a naked male having sex with a woman.
"Oh god." I said loud enough for them to hear me.
The girl shrieked. "Who are you?!" she said.
"No, the question is, who the hell are you? This is my dorm, hence the one bed. I paid extra for that." I said.
I looked around to see things that weren't mine laying around.
"Uh, no. This is my room." She said.
"Oh really? That's why my mini fridge is sitting in the corner, and my stuff is in the bathroom? And why my keys worked?" I said, getting really irritated.
I saw movement on the side to see the guy situating himself. As I looked at his face, I realized it was the guy who trampled me in the parking lot about 15 minutes ago. Well, he sure moves fast.
"Oh for god's sake, cover yourself up." I threw him a pillow from my love seat. They weren't in my bed, thank the lord. They were on my couch. They were for sure paying to get that cleaned.
"So wait," the girl started, "This isn't 125D?"
"No, this is 125C." I said.
"Oh." The girl dumbly stated.
"So which one of you is paying to clean the sex juice off of my couch?" I asked, irritation lacing every word.
"Why would we do that?" The girl asks while putting her shirt back on.
"Because I can file a breaking and entering complaint and get you expelled before the school year even starts." I said simply.
The girl now looked worried.
"You don't even know my name." she said putting her hand on her hip.
"Attitude doesn't get you anywhere, sweetie. But, anyway, I have ways of finding out." I stated flatly.
"Oh, whatever. I will." The guy piped up. "I'll book it, and they'll clean your couch while you're in class tomorrow."
"Good. Thank you..." I trailed off, implying for him to say his name.
"Malach." (A/N: pronounced mal-ek) he said. He held out his hand for me to shake, but I didn't take it. He then realized why; after all, I did just catch him having sex in my room.
"Unique name." I commented.
"Thanks." he muttered.
"I know you're not hitting on my man right in front of me." The girl stepped in.
"If you think that's flirting, then you must be actually stupid." I commented.
Malach snickered.
"Babe, why are you laughing?" she asked, trying to be innocent.
"Okay, first of all, Kate, I'm not your man. And never will be to someone like you. I literally met you two weeks ago. . Second, I only had sex with you because you were all too willing. But we will never be a thing."
This time, I was the one laughing.
"Oh, this is better than reality tv. I could use some popcorn." I said, still laughing. "Also, he just said your name. So, I guess I won't have to do any digging."
"But..you said that if one of us pays for your couch, then you wouldn't draw a complaint." Kate said.
"That doesn't mean I won't look for any dirt," I shrugged, "So, can you get out of my room now, Kate? And grab all of your things." I said, stepping forward to intimidate her a little.
She looked like she was going to cry, and nodded.
After she was gone, I noticed that Malach was still here and fully dressed...and staring at me.
"Can I help you?" I asked
"I don't know, can you? You kind of just ruined the field day I was having." he stated.
Man, I really didn't like him.
"Oh god, perv." I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
He shrugged, then plopped down on my love seat.
"Oh come on! First you break into my room-"
"To be fair, the door was unlocked." he stated.
Shit.
"Let me finish," I said, "and you plop on my love seat like you own the place, which you don't. I don't know where your ass has been! For all I know, you're carrying STDs! Second, all I want to do is leave the room and go shopping for my fridge and stock up- oh that's not even important. Please, can you just leave?" I exclaimed, exasperated.
"Why?" he asked.
"I. Just. Told. You." I said through clenched teeth.
"Whatever." He said and started to walk out.
"You better get someone to clean the love seat too!" I called after him.
"Whatever." he said.
That must be his freaking catchphrase or something.
I went over to my bed where I put my stuff and started to put everything away. The standard makeup in the bathroom, clothes in the closet sort of thing
"Okay." I sighed when I finished.
I checked my phone for the time, and it read 7:00.
I was hoping to get to bed by 11:00, so I hurried to my car to go to the store.
After I was done, I walked back to my car.
As I was driving back to campus, I had a feeling I was being followed. Since I knew these streets pretty well, I took a different turn. Sure enough, the black dodge behind me followed. I took another turn, and another after that, making a circle. The car still followed.
"Are you serious?" I groaned. I just wanted to put the stuff away and sleep.
I pulled over around an alleyway.
I got out of the car and stalked toward the car.
I knocked on the window and quoted a vine: "Open the fuck up." and crossed my arms just like in the video.
Man, I've always wanted to do that.
The window rolls down and an unfamiliar face appears. He was handsome and looked to be about 25.
I spoke first. "Why are you following me?" I asked.
"My boss told me to."
"Who's your boss?"
"Can't say ma'am."
I groaned again. "Are you here to help or hurt me?"
"Help." was his answer.
"Hm. You already know where I live, don't you."
He nodded.
"Then, come to my dorm and help me carry in groceries." I spoke.
The man looked shocked.
"What if I were lying and are here to hurt you?" he asked.
"You would of done it already." I shrugged.
He took out a knife.
"Really? Come on, man, I just want to get home and sleep." I groaned.
His eyes widened.
"You're really not afraid, are you?" he asked.
"Uh, no?" I said.
"The boss was right about you." he muttered more to himself and put the knife away.
"Look, I'm gonna go. Try to be inconspicuous next time. It was easy to tell you were following me. K, bye!" I yelled over my shoulder.
I got in my car and went home.
After I put the stuff away, I checked my phone.
First the time, 10:44. Then my messages.
Why won't you talk to me? It read.
He really needs to stop texting and calling me.
Stop texting me, and go to hell. Was my response.
I sighed and decided to go to bed. Hopefully my first day will be uneventful.
Haha. It's always something with you, girl.
Thanks, subconscious. You always know how to make me feel better.
My eyes finally closed, and nightmares of my past flooded my dreams.
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