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want to get to know,” Zoe interrupts, causing me to bite my tongue. “I knew you had it in you. I just didn’t know how much intimidation you were going to take.” She re-zips my bag and sets it on the floor at my feet. “Now that I know you’re not a total waste, we can be friends. But I insist on you getting used to good music. Hang out with me for awhile, and you’ll be blaring it on your own in no time.”
    “I highly doubt that. But whatever.” My voice trails off. I snatch my bag and toss it onto the bed next to the one she’s already claimed. “So what’s your deal? Are you here just to please your daddy?”
    “Not even close.” She sits on the edge of her mattress with her bare feet planted on a shag rug.
    “We both pegged each other wrong then. Spill.” I inch backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I so want to lay back and close my eyes, but I’m desperate to get the details on my new roommate.
    “Dad is out of the picture, and Mom is a lesbian.”
    I choke a little. “I’m sor…” Her eyebrows shoot up, and a giant grin spreads across her pale face. “Wait, are you serious?”
    “Gotcha! I’m here on a softball scholarship, and before you go getting all judgey on me, I already told you I’m straight. As for the rest of my team, I doubt it. But just to reiterate, I like the D.”
    “That’s cool.” I try and act nonchalant. “I’ve never known any softball players. I don’t think we had that at my high school.”
    “What lame school did you attend?”
    Suddenly, I become uneasy. It’s too early in our newfound friendship to be sharing our deep, dark stories. I try to lighten the conversation. “Too lame to talk about.” She smiles, putting me at ease as she climbs off her bed and does that scrunchy thing with her hair that all females do.
    “My brother plays baseball and is on scholarship too. You’ll probably meet him tonight if you’re going to the party.” Her voice carries as she turns and walks to her dresser.
    I’m too sleepy to ask her about the party. My lids slowly fold over my eyes. They’re almost to the point where I need a toothpick to hold them open, when I hear her randomly ask, “Favorite food?”
    “Pizza,” I say automatically, and then feel my stomach rumble. I survived solely on candy during the last leg of my trip. Speaking of food, I realize I’m famished. Must refuel soon.
    “Favorite color?”
    I’m sure she thinks it’s pink. Again, she has me all wrong. “Green.” I lean up on my elbows and catch her nodding at my answer.
    “Favorite Jonas brother?”
    “Humph, is this a trick question?” I retort. A few seconds pass before we both shout in unison, “Nick!” Laughter fills our dorm, echoing off the cream, painted walls. “I find it hilarious that you go from blaring rap to gushing over a Jonas brother, but I’ll take it.”
    “We’re roomies—you’re kinda stuck with me regardless. Unless you’re the type to beg the RA to switch you with someone, and in that case, you’d probably end up with a Goth who likes to collect your hair from the drain.” She smirks and pulls out a black tank top from a drawer. “I’m the lesser of two evils, trust me.”
    What?
    “Anyways, isn’t one of them married with a kid now?” I change the subject back to the familiarity of the Jonas brothers, but before Zoe can answer, our door swings open, and in walks two guys.
    The. Two. Guys.
    The ones who witnessed me being a total loser while waiting for the elevator. I immediately look toward Zoe who is rummaging through her drawers, seemingly unbothered by the two intruders presence.
    My heart does that little pitter-patter thing when I’m… I don’t know… excited? But I’m not excited, I’m slightly shocked that there are two boys in our dorm, and Zoe hasn’t seemed to notice.
    “You’ve got to be shitting me. She’s your roommate?” the one in the cutoff says, while inching forward to examine me like I’m a shiny new