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The week went on, from going to classes and avoiding spending any time in the room if I could help it. If I had down time I'd spend it with liv in her room. Of course she has a roommate she clicked with right away she was basically a spitting imagine if Olivia herself.

It was finally Friday, I just finished my last class of the evening and I had nothing to do. Liv was busy so I just sucked it up and went to my room hoping to get some studying in or just take a breather. To my pleasant surprise, the roommate wasn't in when I arrived. I let out a sigh as I was finally able to just be completely by myself for a least a little while.

Ellie was almost never in the room except to sleep and sometimes not even then. I didn't know her classes or what she was doing all the time and to be honest I didn't care. Some night she's come back super late and smelled of weed or seemed so fucked up she barely can make it to her bed. I didn't have a problem with it. She always tried to be quiet but, it was a lazy attempt.

A couple of hours go by I was looking over notes to prepare for a upcoming test on Monday when my phone buzzed. A text from liv that read "hey there's this campfire thing happening tonight that everyone is going to apparently. Becca told me about it and wants the three of us to go." I took a few seconds to think it over. I was exhausted. Between the constant tension with the stranger I shared a room with, and all the information that's being dumped on me in class, I was really just looking forward to winding down for the night. I wanted the college experience so, "sure sounds fun, what time?" I was hitting a the send button when that familiar creek of the door redirected my attention.

"Hey." I always greeted her I wasn't a complete ass."Oh. Hey." Her tone made it seem like she was slightly surprised I was there. "Youuu... going to the campfire tonight?" My best attempt at creating small talk. "Um.. yeah." She seemed distracted. She was unbuttoning her flannel facing sways from me only to reveal her backside. She was left in just a sports bra. I could let help but stare. Her shoulders and upper back were well defined. She was slender and tall, but built. "Why are you?" She asked as she now turned to face me as she was throwing on a dark grey hoodie. I quickly looked down, but it seemed too late. I was caught. "Um yeah. My friend and her roommate asked me to go." My voice was shaken because I knew she saw me ogling and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Our eyes met. They seemed different somehow. They were brighter, less demeaning. She lifted the one side of her mouth into a smirk. Fuck. God fuckin- "Be careful there's going to be a lot of upperclassmen there." She interrupted my inner turmoil. Her voice was different with that last line. It was..cocky. All I could do was nod and turn away.

Some time has passed. I was left alone not long after we exchanged our last few words. Seriously where the fuck does she always disappear to? It was 20 minutes till 9 so I figured I'd start getting ready for the gathering. I wanted to look good. I wanted attention and I wasn't afraid to admit that. I threw on some jeans that I knew made my ass look it's best, a cropped long sleeve that fit a little too snug and then a cropped sweater over it. It was chilly that night so I'd rather be safe than freeze my ass off, and finally high top converse.

I grab my phone and room keys and head out. Roommate nowhere to be seen and if I'm lucky I won't see her the rest of the night.

"Hey sexy!!" Liv shouted and gave me a big embrace. Even for her she seemed a little too excited. "Have you been drinking?" I teased. "Um duh." She flashed me a can of a vodka seltzer with a koozie around it so it wasn't so obvious we were underage drinking. "For you." She very happily handed the drink to me. "Somehow you just knew how bad I needed this." I sighed sarcastically like how a damsel in distress would. I drank it much more desperately than I intended to. "Wow it's that bad huh? Just give me the word and I'll put that bitch in her place." Liv in half buzzed state already, as the three of us were making our way to the party across campus.

When we arrived I was surprised to see it was a much bigger gathering than I expected. They all looked older. I guess she wasn't lying. "Um are we sure this isn't a party for upperclassmen?" I looked to liv and squeezed her shoulder, feeling out of place and slightly insecure. "Not anymore it not." She smiled at me devilishly. "Come here. You need this." She pulled me a few feet away where there was coolers set up outside under a tent. I enthusiastically took another can of whatever the fuck. I just needed the liquid courage.

I stuck to liv and Becca's side, too scared to wander too far from the pack. The music was loud, beer pong tables scattered around with a large fire burning in the center of a open field. Us three seem to capture a lot sketchy attention from older frat boys who were really adamant about bringing us to their rooms. I felt grossed out and annoyed but liv and Becca seemed it find it amusing.

I stood there, just swaying to the music and sipping on my drink. I was feeling it at this point. I was in a comfortable state of tipsy. Not so fucked up that I knew I'd regret it in the morning but enough to find things that would usually annoying me, funny. I observed the bodies that scattered throughout the field. Some yelling about having a good time and a few that seemed pissed about whatever the fuck. I was feeling good though.

My eyes scanned and then stopped. There she was. She was with a few people. A taller man, hair dark. He had his arm hanging over a smaller girl. Olive skin and kind looking eyes. As for the roommate, she was sitting in one of the many lawn chairs that people brought with them with a girl in her lap. They seemed close like... really close. They were all over each other. The roommates hand was resting very high on the girls thigh, enough to lift her already short skirt just that much higher. If I had to guess my roommate was drunk or stoned. She was actually smiling? Not a expression I've gotten from her yet.

I was staring. I knew I was and I couldn't look away. Part of me was pissed. Her friends seem decent enough so why the fuck did I only seem to get this bitchy attitude out of her. What did I do so wrong in the very few conversations we exchanged. The other part of me was I don't know.. sad? I was open to her when we first met and she didn't even give me a chance.

My thoughts were running as I still watched as she kept inching her hand higher on the smaller girls thigh, then boom. Her eyes look up and met mine. She held the eye contact while simultaneously kissing the girls neck never looking away from me. I turn my head back to liv, Becca and the 2 men that seems to not get the hint.

"You don't look drunk enough, here." Liv shouted over the music while handing me another drink. "I so am drunk. Just not on your level." I flash her a grin, accepting the alcohol. She turned and jumped back into conversation with the men leaving me feeling slightly out of place again. I looked down at my shoes and then went back to observing the crowd. I didn't realize it, I instinctively looked back to where my roommate once was and she was already looking at me. Her eyes were how I remember when she first came into the room. Eyes low, Dull and predatory. The girl that was once on her lap is now gone.

"And what is your name beautiful?" My attention is turned to one of the men that wouldn't leave us alone. He was clearly drunk. His words were slurred. "Uh I'm Skyler." I didn't know if she was still looking at me at this point, but if she was I wanted to put on a show and pretend my mind wasn't just occupied of her. I smiled and played a little too interested in the tall man that was now a little too close for comfort. "What's your name big guy?" I smile. I figured in his drunken state he wouldn't notice the sarcasm in my voice. "Tyler. But you can call me whatever you like." He had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. My stomach churned. God the confidence of this man was embarrassing. I fake a laugh and touch his arm. Just act like you're into it. Show her that she doesn't bother you or even have a inch of space in your mind. "What would you say if I asked to go back to your room with you?" He stared intensely down my body. Sizing me up like I was some sort of meal. At this point I regret ever saying two words to the guy. Liv and Becca were no help they encouraged it. They probably both thought it would be "good for me" to let loose and just not give a shit for one night. Doesn't help that they both just wondered off. To get a drink or dance, who knows.

I'm desperately trying to catch the attention of something or someone to get me out of this situation. His hands were now wondering.first my shoulder, my arm and now my waist. I'm annoyed and regret coming out tonight. My eyes wonder frantically, looking for the two familiar faces that I came with.

"Did you lock our door?" Finally a saving grace, or maybe not. There she was, like a knight in shining armor, or the undertaker that was taking me to my final stop. She wedged herself between me and the man, who finally had no choice but to release me from his grip. Her voice was loud to compensate for the volume of the music. "Uh yeah, I did." My tone was somewhat frazzled, she came out of no where. "Okay well, can you go unlock it?" Her arm went up in the general direction of our room. She sounded annoyed and she towered over me. We were damn near chest to chest. I knew she was tall but, damn. I'm barely came to shoulder height on her. Normally I would've gave her some attitude to meet her tone, but considering all I wanted to do was get away from Mr. Football, I obliged. "Dude seriously? You're going to cockblock me like that?" Tyler raised his voice now directing his attention to her. "She's not interested." Stern. Her voice shifted slightly. It wasn't annoyed or pissed. It was very matter of fact, almost protective. She put her hand on my shoulder and moved me through the crowd until we were finally free.

The walk back was silent. She always lingered behind by a few steps. Although I was relieved, the anxiety was back. I felt watched. Like her eyes were burning holes in the back of my body. I let out a sigh of relief when we finally made it to our dorm. I unlock it and we both head in.

She kicked off her shoes and fell into her bed. I did the same. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I decided to change. I didn't really want to change In front of her, but I figured it would help me establish some sort of dominance. I strip off my jeans before slipping on some shorts, my top and my bra, obviously facing away from her and put on a shirt that was a few sizes too big. There was that feeling again. Being watched. I turn to sit on my bed and sure enough, she was looking.

"Did I ruin your plans?" Her voice sounded so much more domineering compared to the quiet room. "What?" I was puzzled that she even said anything to me. "The douchebag you were talking too." "Oh god no, if anything I'm grateful." She let out a low chuckle. I thought about lying, but it was the truth and I was looking for a way out. "Was he not up to your standards, princess?" Damn she was cocky. "No he's a creep." My tone changed. Who does she think she is to say shit like that. She doesn't even know me. "Alright easy, I was just fucking with you." She kinda threw her hands up they way you would to calm a wild horse. "Do you already have a boyfriend? Is that it?"I unintentionally scoffed before replying with a hard no. "Girlfriend?" Damn she's fucking chatty tonight. "No." I shook my head. "Do you?" I wanted to the conversation to keep going. I didn't want to hate my time here and this is a good starting point. "Mmm nope." Her reply was almost too upbeat. "What about that girl that was all over you at the party?" It felt good to interrogate her, I am having fun. "Oh so that was you staring." The room was slightly dark but I could make out that shit smirk on her face. "Hardly. You two were making a scene." "Jealous?" "Nope." She let out a half laugh before turning to face the wall and I did the same. What the fuck was happening? Is this her idea of making friends? She throwing me for a loop and I couldn't keep up. Wait. Was she flirting? Is that was this was? If it was, this was the most brain rattling sort of flirting I have ever experienced.

I try to fall asleep. I toss and turn for what feels like hours. Replaying tonight's events over in my mind like a projector. One minute, she acts like I'm the most inconvenient thing that could happen to her, and the next she's flirting? Who was that girl she was with? They definitely seemed closer than friends. Did she just sleep around a lot? I mean I wouldn't be surprised, she seems like the type of have girls, straight or not, flock to her. From her raspy voice, masculine mannerisms, sultry eyes, and her long defined fingers- what the fuck am I thinking? She's had been an ass to you every since you got here. Don't let her looks fog your judgement. At some point you eventually shut your brain off, and fall asleep.