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"Place that on my dresser, Peyton." 

Moving everything into my dorm room is one hell of a challenge when Peyton thinks he can just place everything, anywhere. I asked him to help but I didn't think he would be the type of guy to become clueless and end up putting a lamp into the bathroom, claming we might need more light.

"Can you not be so difficult?" He huffs at me and walks over to place my lamp on the correct dresser.

"I can do this myself, I don't really need your help anymore." I sigh and sit down on my bed. I like that he's helping me but I'm so emotional at the sight of my mother replaying in my head and waiting for my roomate to arrive. I'm quite a nervous wreck just thinking about it, I'm not really the person to make the first move or become friendly to someone I don't really know. 

This is why I don't have friends.

Only Peyton.

Maybe even that.

"Can we just go get some food now?" Peyton groans and I laugh at his attempt to get me away from all of this.

"No, I need to wait for her."

"Who?" Peyton scrunches his eyebrows together.

"My roomate." I say in a weird tone, because there isn't anyone who else I could possibly be talking about.

"Oh, I thought you were going lesbian there for a second."

"I've thought about it." I laugh and he grabs the pillow from my suitcase and tosses it at my face.

I was about to throw my pillow back at him and start a pillow fight but soon as I grabbed it, someone opens up the door and Peyton and I both look over at the unkown girl.

"Hi." Her voice squeaks and I want to say something but I know she must feel really uneasy walking in on us.

"Hey, sorry. My name's Skyla." I smile and give Peyton the signal to leave but he waits for her to talk again and I want to launch this pillow at his face but I don't want to seem rude.

"I'm Heather." She smiles and stands awkwardly in the corner of the room, because once again Peyton is in the middle and is in the part of her room.

"He was just leaving." I dart my eyes to Peyton and if looks could kill, he would have been dead.

"Who are you?" She smiles at him and he stands up straights and coughs before answering.

"Peyton, Skyla's boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you." She simply says and looks around him at the place she'll be sleeping.

"You too. Sorry for-" He says but I cut him off, and walk over towards him and grab him by his arm, leading him towards the exit.

"He's leaving, I know you want to get settled and he'll be a distraction."

"I'll be quite!" He whines and she tries to stiffle a laugh when he pouts his bottom lip.

"No, leave. I'll see you later tonight, I promise." I get up on my tip toes and lightly kiss his pouty mouth before shoving him out the door.

"Yeah, love you too!" He calls out, I roll my eyes and laugh at his cute way of leaving.

"Sorry about that, Heather." I sit down on my bed and watch her set her suit case on the small twin size bed, which could be bigger but I guess I won't complain too much.

"No, it's totally fine. How long have you guys been together?" She asks and I think about it and remember our six month anniversary is coming up this weekend.

"Five months, six this weekened."

"That's so sweet. All my exes are lame-o's." She laughs and takes everything out of her suit case and I am feeling quite the hoarder when I bought three plus a duffle bag.

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*Meet me at the Starbucks in 5 minutes* I send over the quick text to Peyton and grab my car keys that have my dorm key attached to it and head out of the door.

*Tomorrow. My roomate asked me to eat breakfast with him and some other guys on our floor*

I groan when I read the text message, because I am already a nervous wreck for my first day of class and was hoping he would try to calm me down before then but looks like it won't happen.

I put in my headphones and turn on my music as I walk down the street looking for the Starbucks. I keep them in my ears at almost all times, in hopes no one will try talking to me. 

When I finally get to the Starbucks, the line is so long and I don't have much more time to get to my first class of the day. I sigh and debate if I should skip out on coffee and just head there, but I decide against it knowing that my first class is math and I'll end up falling asleep without it.

It also might help me loosen up.

Might.

"I'll have the Vanialla Latte, please."

"Name?" She looks annyoed but I can't blame her, theres so many students in here.

"Skyla." I smile and walk over to the end of the counter to wait.

When I'm almsot done putting my headphones into my jeans I hear my name being called.

"Here you go." She shoves the Latte into my hand and I am still struggling to put my headphones into my jeans while stopping some of the coffee from coming out of the lid.

"Woah!" Someone yells and I finally get my headphones into my pocket but I have no Latte in my hand.

"Really?" I groan and someone is bent down trying to wipe up the mess I made.

Actually whoever the person is who ran into me.

"Sorry about that, I'm kinda running late to class and I tried reaching over you for my coffee." He apologizes and I roll my eyes and keep wiping up the hot mess we both created.

"It's fine."

"Want me to buy you another Latte..." He trails off and looks at me.

"What?"

"I was looking for a name." He says and smiles at me.

"Um, it's fine. I don't need another Latte."

"Can I still get your name?" He laughs and picks up the cup along with the soaked up napkins.

"Um..." I say and he laughs at me.

"It's cool, Skyla."

"How did you-" I stop myself and laugh on the inside when I notice he looked at my cup before throwing it away.

"Oh." I giggle and give him a smile before walking off towards the door.

"What class do you have?" He tries stopping me before I reach the door.

"Math." I simply state and he looks bummed.

"I got a lab, but hey... Maybe I'll see you around here another time." He smiles and puts out his hand which I am guessing for a handshake.

"Sure." I try not to smile at both our awkward encounter and put my hand into his.

Big and rough.

"See you later." I smile and start to walk off again but I am stopped once more.

"Not going to ask for my name?" He laughs and tries to humor me but all I am worried about is getting to class and my spilled coffee that's somewhere in the trash now.

"Tell me." I sigh and look up at him and he's already staring down at me.

"Tony." He says and finally walks off.