Dear Diary
Greystone College is a place of many wonders. It's about a 2 hour drive from home. I personally think it's not far enough but it'll have to do. You might wonder how in the hell I got accepted into college. Even though I do shitty things my grades are still above average. Not as good as they used to be but look it still got me through highscool and into a good college. Dad had to pull a few strings seeing as my record isn't that clean. Hopefully I don't mess this up.
~Ally
I hate long car trips. It was supposed to be a 2 hour drive but it took me 3 hours because of the stupid traffic. The fact that I was alone and stuck in traffic most of the time just added up to how horrible the car trip was.
Pulling up into a parking lot I search for a spot near my building. According to the email I got a few days ago my dorm is room C15. Luckily for me it's not far from most of my classes. Yes I'm lazy. Sue me.
Finally finding a spot in the crowded parking lot I hop out of my car to stretch my legs. Best. Feeling. Ever. Locking my car I head over to the administration office to collect my key for the dorm. I know I'm sharing a dorm with another student. Hopefully she isn't a bitch. Hopefully it is a she.
"Dorm C15." I say as the lady behind the glass window scyrries around in search for my key. I resist the urge to roll my eyes as she messes up the little office from moving around too quickly. Organized much.
" Here you go sweetie. If you need any help don't hesitate to come and ask me." the lady smiles as she hands over my key.
I flash her a small smile as I head over to the stairs. My room should be on the third floor. Please have an en-suite bathroom I chant in my head as I reach my dorm. The door was already open. Taking in a deep breath I step into the dorm. I don't know what I was expecting to be honest but it definitely wasn't this. The dorm room was spacious. Small but not so small that I'd feel cramped. There's a bed in the corner, left from the window that was already made. Pink covers, pink pillows, pink teddy's. Oh Lord. In the other corner is another bed. I assume it's mine as it's not made up. There is a bay window separating the two beds. Looks cozy. The beds both have desks at the end with lamps on it. Mine was a pale white and of course my roommate replaced hers with a pink one. Shocker. We both have our own separate wardrobes which I'm grateful to. My eyes land on a pale white door at the end of my roommates desk. Praying in my head for an en-suit bathroom I open the door.
"Ahhh!" I hear someone yell. Before I even get a chance to react I feel something hit my forehead.
Confused I look down at the conditioner bottle. What the hell?
" You scared the unicorns out of me!" I hear the same voice yell. The owner of the voice steps out of the corner with a towel wrapped around her.
Unicrons?
I look over at the girl's very pink bed and matching pillows as I register her words. Reality hits me as I realize that I'm sharing a room with a living breathing barbie. Wonderful.
" Ever heard of knocking?" the girl asks me as she moves past me and towards her wardrobe.
" Who showers at 3 in the afternoon?" I question her as I walk over to my bed. My legs are still a little stiff from the long drive.
" Every normal human being that has been stuck in a car for 8 hours straight." she replies as she takes out a pink neon hoodie. All this pink is starting to hurt my eyes.
Without any warning the girl drops her towel and starts putting on her clothes. My face must have shown shock or something because the girl starts laughing.
" I'm Emily." she smiles as she walks over to me. I take a few steps back from the half naked girl. I only just met her. How can she be so comfortable?
" Allison." I reply to her as she finally puts on her last piece of clothing.
Thank God.
Emily starts combing through her blonde locks and I take it as my cue to leave the room and start bringing up some of my boxes.
" Where are you going?" Emily quickly asks before I get a chance to leave the room.
" I'm going to start unloading my car. I'll be back in a few minutes." I reply as I take a step out of the room.
" Do you need help?" I hear Emily yell.
" No thanks!" I yell back which causes a few heads to turn in my direction.
Quickly exiting the building I walk over to my car. The sun burns my eyes as I reach it. Luckily I left my favorite pair of sunglasses in the car.
I walk over to the bunk of my car after fetching my sunglasses. I glare at the few boxes that are just itching for me to suffer. I look down at my black mini skirt and then over at all the people in the parking lot. Shrugging I lean over to grab the first box. I struggle to get the box lifted. I try to wriggle it and move it around but it still won't budge. Damn you heavy box. Why didn't I just take Emily's help? Because you are stubbornly independent, my conscience reminds me. Right.
After struggling with the box for a few more minutes I feel my back getting sore from the uncomfortable position. Standing up I release a breath. This is gonna take longer than I expected.
" Watch out!" I hear someone yell from behind me. Before I could register what's happening I'm hit in the face for the second time today. Only this time the impact of the object was more powerful than the bottle of Emily's conditioner and this time I was wearing my sunglasses. It felt like time was standing still as I felt my sunglasses snap in half and fall off from my face. I look down at my now shattered sunglasses and the football laying next to it. I start shaking as I try and control my rage. I don't know if I want to cry more or start digging the owner of the football's grave.
" Holy shit. Sorry about that." I hear the previous voice say. I look up to see a guy jog over to me to pick up his football.
" You fucking dick! You broke my sunglasses!" I yell out. I'm not going to mention that it hurt like hell. I'm definitely going to have an angry headache for the next few hours.
" Look I said I was sorry." the guy shrugs. I swear I can feel my eye twitching by now.
" Sorry is not gonna fix my sunglasses now is it?" I quirk my eyebrow. I bend down to retrieve my broken sunglasses. Don't cry.
" It's just sunglasses." the guy laughs. The nerve he has.
I take a deep breath in to calm my rage. My headache is the only reason why I'm not castrating him by now. Turning my back to him I bend down to try and grab the box again. It still won't move. This is really not my day.
" Here let me help you-"
" Just piss off will you." I say frustrated from the damn box.
Football guy comes into sight as he lightly pushes me away. I watch in awe as he lifts up the box with ease. Show off.
" It's the least I can do." he winks.
He starts walking as I grab a few of the loose items out of the trunk and shut it. I watch as football guy walks in the opposite direction as my building. Idiot.
"This way! " I shout. I watch as he quickly turns around and walks over to my building as if nothing happened. Walking behind him I get the chance to take in his features. He's probably a good 6 feet tall. He has dark brown hair and from what I can remeber his eyes were a hazel color. He's also wearing a Greystone Collage football jacket. Figures. He's probably here on some football scholarship or something. Even though he's wearing his football jacket I can clearly see that he has a toned body that I definitely wouldn't mind feeling up. Shaking the dirty thought out of my mind I focus my attention on where I'm walking. Wouldn't want to fall face first with numerous items in my arms. I give him directions to my floor as he still leads the way.
I stop in front of my door and watch as football guy walks straight ahead. I stand still and wait for him to realize that I'm not following anymore. It takes him about a minute before he turns around and realizes that I'm not behind him. I shake my head and stifle a laugh as his eyes lands on me. As he walks over to me I take in his features once again. My eyes land on his sharp jawline. I've always been a sucker for a sharp jawline. I remembered correctly that he has hazel eyes. His dimples stand in all their glory as he smirks after catching me checking him out. I wasn't checking him out, I was taking in his features. Same thing.
"You like what you see?" football guy asks as he stops in front of me.
Cocky. Of course.
" You need a haircut." I answer as I step into my dorm. No he definitely doesn't, my conscience points out. I hear a faint laugh coming from him as I put down the numerous items onto my bed.
" Tyler Anderson." I hear Emily gasp from her bed.
I give her a weird look as she quickly stands up with a surprised expression. I look over at football guy who's name I now know is Tyler, which I'll probably forget. He looks as confused as I am.
" You two know each other? " I ask breaking the uncomfortable silence that has been building up.
Tyler puts down the box he was carrying while shaking his head. I look over at Emily. She just shrugs as she continues on checking Tyler out. Hey I remembered his name.
" I'll go grab the other boxes." Tyler announces as he heads out of the room in seconds. I don't blame him I'd feel creeped out too.
" Why do you have a red mark forming on your forehead?" Emily questions as she walks over to me to take a closer look.
" I got hit by a football. " I wince as she touches my forehead. I was so busy observing Tyler that I didn't even realize how much getting hit by a football really hurts.
" Tyler Anderson hit you with his football?" Emily shrieks in excitement. What the hell. This girl clearly has some issues.
" Yeah. Super romantic." I roll my eyes as I take a step back from her and head towards the door. I hear her shriek again as I walk down the passage. Weird girl.
I see Tyler walking down the passage with another box in his arms. At least he's doing all the heavy work for me. We continue unloading my car for the next 30 minutes. Tyler took off his jacket shortly after we started, leaving him in a tightly fitted white v-neck shirt. I carried up the lighter stuff while watching Tyler's biceps work wonders. If I wasn't so pissed at him for breaking my sunglasses I definitely would've enjoyed this moment a lot more.
I place down the last items on my bed while Tyler moves around the boxes so it'll be easier for me to unpack.
" You really do have a lot of shit." Tyler laughs to himself as I walk him over to the door.
He turns around and flashes me his infamous smirk. I watch as his eyes start roaming over my body. I can't help but smirk as his eyes settle on my chest. I'm not even wearing anything revealing.
" You done eye raping me?" I ask trying to hold back my laugh. At least I'm not the only one that's checking people out.
" Not quite." he answers as he removes his eyes from my chest to look into my eyes and then lower them back to my chest.
" Okay now I'm done. " he grins.
Without another word I slam the door shut. I'm way too exhausted to think properly.
" You're welcome!" I hear Tyler shout from behind the door.
Asshole.
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