My Roommate is A Boy??

Chapter 1

I check my bag over and over again, making sure I have everything I need to start my first day of college. It was a 8 hour drive away from my house so if I forgot something, I’d have to forget it for good and just buy it there. I doubt my parents would come all the way to campus just because I forgot my underwear collection. I would have to buy anything I forget here.

“I think I’m done.” I smile, looking down at the packed bag as I zip it up and put it upright. Grabbing the handle, I drag it through my room and lift it down the stairs till the front door.

“Are you sure you’ve got everything honey?” Mom asks and I nod in response. She’s not your mother if she believes you.

“What about your brush? Toothpaste? You took all your clothes right? Don’t tell me you forgot your underwear.” She frowns, assuming that I must have forgotten something already because there is no way I could do anything right in my life, eh?

I bite my lip to suppress my annoyance. “Yes mom, I’ve got everything. Will you chill.” I roll my eyes.

She scoffs. “See, this is the problem with teenagers these days. You’ve got no respect for your elderly!”

“So you’re calling yourself old huh.” I mutter under my breath.

“Stop with the sarcastic remarks! Why are you always so rude to me, I’m just trying to help.” Her eyes water slightly and suddenly I feel a bit guilty. She always did take sarcasm so seriously and got offended way too quickly.

“Let her be, it’s her first day.” Dad comes out of his room shaking his head with a smile. It immediately puts a smile on my face. I know I could count on him to not ruin this day for me! “Stay away from drugs, alcohol and boys. I’m putting my trust in you, letting you move into campus of your dream college instead of just one close to our home. I hope you won’t break my trust.”

I internally cringe but forcefully pull at the corner of my lips at what some may perceive as a smile. ‘You are even worse than mom.’ I complain in my head as I continue smiling. Feeling too awkward to come up with a decent response to that ridiculous speech, I manage with a slight nod as I grab the handle of my bag.

‘They’re making me feel even better about leaving this place!’

“I’m serious, Hazel. You’ve been a good girl so far and I expect you to remain our good girl. We’re putting all this money in your education so you’ll make us proud. Be careful of boys, they are no good. Choose your friends wisely.” He continues talking.

I nod up and down slowly with a blank face, waiting for him to finally stop but it seemed like the end wasn’t close at all.

“Okay Okay! I get it! I’ll stay away from boys and anything bad. Jeeez, don’t you know me at all? I don’t like boys anyway and I can barely make friends.” I roll my eyes.

“She’s kind of right.” He thinks out loud and immediately mom nudges him in the stomach with his elbow.

“Of course, you’ll make friends baby. Now go.” She hugs me tearfully, her arms tight around my waist.

I sigh as I finally get into my cab.

She was really crying as I left. It wasn’t even a big deal, it’s not like I was heading to my death or getting buried alive in the ground. Despite knowing that she was usually over dramatic like that, it still doesn’t feel good, seeing your parents cry.

I shake my head.

They are right.

I need to careful and study hard so I can make them proud! This is an expensive college and they didn’t spend all that money on me for nothing. Staying away from boys wouldn’t be a problem since I not only despise humans in general, but particularly boys. They are mean, misogynistic fuck boys and all they care about is getting laid and if you’re ugly, it’s worse, they pretend you don’t even exist. Even standing next to an ugly girl is like a sin to them. They just want a tall pretty blonde with a big ass and big boobs.

I’m Hazel.

Short.

Brunette.

Not flat but not thick either.

Up until high school I was really ugly, I wish I was merely exaggerating but the genuine sincerity of my words would shock you once you looked at my pictures. I am generally a very hairy person, blame genetics since my dad is hairy as well. So you could see why having strict parents who did not even let me shave or do my eyebrows all throughout high school would result in me being completely socially neglected. I was invisible. I was a ghost. On the occasions where I was not a ghost, I would usually be constantly teased by boys for being ugly and hairy.

My nickname was Ape. They said I was the ‘Hairiest ape they had ever seen’.

While boys enjoyed making fun of me, girls mainly ignored me and did not want to associate with me at all. They already had their groups, banded together like they were in some kind of ‘Hate Hazel Team’. It took me years to get over the self shame.

For the past few months of high school, I shifted to home schooling because I couldn’t take it anymore. There is always a bright side to things because I could study really well alone, not being bothered by what people were thinking of me or what I looked like. I could study in peace and as a result, I did really well on my exams. Well enough to be accepted into such a prestigious university.

In these few months, I also started taking care of myself. I got waxed, did my eyebrows. Drank a lot of water and did skin care to get rid of my acne. And the good thing about being hairy is that I have really nice eyelashes and full eyebrows. No need to draw them on!

Anyway, my point being, they really don’t have to worry about me associating with boys. Even after doing all that, I’ve only become average. Just enough not to be bullied this time.

As for me? I hate boys. I’ll be as far away from them as I can be!

*8 hours later*

I had promised my parents, I clearly remember. I would stay away from boys, drugs and alcohol. I thought I would be able to do all three of them.

I blink aggressively, not being able to believe my eyes.

I had gotten the key to my room, when I had opened it, I expected either warm bubbly girl or a hot bitch that would make my life utterly miserable, unfortunately it was none of those. It was my worst nightmare.

"YOU. What are you doing in my room!" I almost shout with exasperation.

A thought came to me- that this might be one of those campus that has creeps sneaking into girl dorms. What a pervert! A tall handsome pervert that is wearing practically nothing but a towel around his waist. I turn my head away.

"Your room? This is my room." He scoffs as he takes a smaller towel and wipes the water droplets away from his neck and torso. Does he have no shame at all? How could he do this with a girl standing in front of him. I thought he would at least go to the bathroom but he did not show any embarassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologise and turn back. My first thought was apologizing as I was not unaware of my condition of doing stupid things. It would happen quite often that I was thinking of things different than other people. They would say something and I would misinterpret it and it would just be really embarrassing. This went on for many years but I think I’ve gotten better. I still get lost quite often though, still directionally challenged.

I stop in my tracks. Something doesn't feel right. "Wait a second! I was given this key for my room and since it opened, it must be mine!"

Ah, I really underestimated my skills.

To think that I was embarrassed for accidentally walking into the boy’s dorm.

He stops midway from wiping his body and instead hangs the small towel on one of his shoulders, crossing his arms with a slight smirk playing at his lips.

"Well then, welcome, roomie."

"R..Roomie? Look this is the girl’s dorm. You’ve got the wrong room." I huff as I set down my suitcase near my bed. I won't let him shake me down. I know I was in the right place, I think. How could he sneak into the girl’s dorm and pretend that it was his? Is he a pervert after all?

The fact that he was good looking was not making this conversation easy at all. I don’t like it when beautiful people stare at me, it feels like their eyes are burning holes into my skull, impairing it more than it already is. Moreover, he seems like a sketchy person with those tattoos.

“What should I do? What if he’s in a gang and comes after me for going against him.” I whisper to myself subconsciously.

He sticks his head forward in an obvious manner.

“You know I can hear you? Nutcase.”

I raise my eyebrows and lower my jaw in surprise. He.. just called me a nutcase! How am I the nutcase? Poor innocent antisocial me, all I wanted was to find a decent quiet room mate I wouldn’t have to interact with much so I could focus on studying and getting a good grade. Instead I’ve got this piece of work here calling me crazy when he is the one who came into the girls dorm and hijacked my room.

“Listen here, you buffoon. This is my room. I got the key for it which means this is the girls dorm. Why don’t you go back to the boys dorm where the trash belongs.” What I said must have struck a nerve, no matter how unintentional, the words had slipped out of my mouth and he looked angry.

He stopped leaning on the door and his face fell. He threw the towel that was on his shoulder away which landed on the bed I was standing in front of. Without a delay, he started inching closer to me, slowly and then a bit faster. I did not have any room to back up to since my legs were already against the front of the bed. I considered walking out of the room, lord knows it crossed my mind a hundred times during these 10 seconds but I was too surprised to move. He wouldn’t try anything here. It’s a public place.

My heart started pounding.

He looked like he was about to hit me.

He leaned in closer.

I get ready to defend myself.

He leaned in further, putting his face right in front of mine.

My reflexes charged up.

“Well then, get ready to live with this tras- oomph.” He began with a smirk but it was too late, I kick the knee of his right leg as hard as I could and considering that I was wearing pointed ballerinas, it must have hurt. I expected him to fall backwards towards the ground which would have given me space to move away but unfortunately, the worst case scenario happened.

Not only did he fall on top of me, I must remind you that he was still wearing simply a towel around his waist.

I grunt as I take the force of his weight, getting crushed in the process. His thick arms were on either side of me, trying to lift himself but not soon enough, because I felt something against my thigh.