Chapter 2.

So here I am standing in front of the administration office about to get my student card and dorm key. I'm not a fan of staying in dorms, from past high school experience that I don't wish to discuss, but I guess this will have to do for the next three months until I have got enough to rent out that beautiful apartment, I saw in an ad.

I already called the owner and he said I'll have to live with a roommate, and that's cool with me...as long as the person is clean and doesn't mind listening to music. The kind of music I listen to is considered weird, but that's only by the narrow-minded population. I love listening to artists that aren't given enough credit, I would like for them to receive recognition but I don't want that to happen as well.

I'm in my dorm on the third floor and as soon as I step in, I'm welcomed by a short girl with hazel eyes, short curly hair like an afro and a sweet dark chocolate skin colour almost a replica of Lupita Nyongo and all I can think to myself is SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL' and I just stare at her wide-eyed and with a falling jaw...yeah not a pretty good first impression huh?

She laughs and I'm out of my 'limbo', she extends her hand and introduces herself "I'm Zoé," she also has a beautiful voice and I instantly liked her! I extend my arm and pull out a fist because I do fist bumps, not handshakes, it's more like a habit than a logical reason like I'm scared of germs or something like that...

"I'm Rinae," I say with a smile laughing at her expression. She seems really sweet.

Zoé and I immediately click. We both like the same artists when it comes to art and we are both introverts who enjoy their music more than people, but she's a bit more on the wild side of introverted behaviour.

We both give brief summaries about who we are and I learn she's actually lesbian and she likes to travel a lot and we sort of come to a conclusion that she and I will visit a country at the end of each year...excited!

In our conversation I didn't leave out the part that I might be leaving in a few months time because dorms freak me out, ever since I attended boarding school for only one year, which was a terrible experience for me; I've been avoiding dorms.

Later on that night there was a social where we mingled around and became acquainted with each other. Zoé and I met a whole lot of people who were studying the same majors as us and others who actually were studying our alternatives (psychology).

They were so welcoming and fun to talk to, although there was this one I was particularly interested in

He was really hot if I do say so myself, he's baby-blue eyes were in contrast with his dark hair which looked like he had been running his hand through it the whole night.

He was wearing a plain black shirt with a denim jacket that read 'be whatever you want' on the left shoulder, torn black jeans and moonlight sneaks.

You could see his muscles underneath his shirt and a tattoo on his wrist that looked like a skull with thorns coming out of its eyes and beneath it writing that looked scribbled. I couldn't read it but it looked really cool...maybe it's because it was on him after all.

"Hey!" I yell over the music.

"Hey you, Rina right?" Ian asks with a smile that made me go weak and I felt like dropping to the floor.

"Yeah, that's me..." I say with awkwardness because I'm really awkward, always awkward...awkward.

"May I chill here for a while? I lost Zoé somewhere," she's probably hooking up with someone I add silently.

"Of course yeah, in fact, I wanted to talk to you about something," he says looking around but not meeting my eyes. Something to talk to me about?

I stared at him wondering who he was talking to until I realized he was talking to me, I slowly nodded my head trying to not make it more awkward than it was already.

He puts his hand on my back and leads me outside the hall where it's much calmer and quieter...okay wait, I just got out with a guy I'm squeamish about but who also happens to be someone I don't know at all!

This is probably a bad decision, but whatever, I guess it's time to make bad decisions.