Fall For You (ON HOLD)

(2)

When Kiera and I enter, there's a man standing in the centre of the room and for a moment I think he's one of the faculty members coming in here to see if there's any prohibited items. He's dressed in a suit, depsite it being a Saturday and it being so hot outside. I don't realise that there's a woman and a boy standing behind him.

"Hey, you must be Harley's roomie" Kiera says and I my focus shifts to the boy for the first time.

He's decent looking, brown hair flat against his forehead, green eyes. His wardrobe choices make it easy to tell what sort of guy he is. He's wearing a button up plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black slacks with dress shoes. Definitely a law or business major. They always dress fancy. So clean cut and respectable looking.

"Yeah, I'm Alex." He mumbles quietly, nervous.

"I'm Kiera! Don't look so nervous. You'll be fine here!" Kiera's smiles brightly. She's always been the nicest one of our crew.

Harley couldn't have gotten a worse roommate for him. He's quiet, timid even, probably scared of the big bad world he hasn't been exposed to yet. Luckily for him, I'm in a good mood today so I refrain from saying anything that will make him feel more awkward. He looks over at me and then down to the ground when he knows I caught him look at me.

The woman checks her watch. "Your father and I better head home. You'll be alright, won't you darling?" The kid looks mortified. His face says, "Bury me alive. My mum just called me darling in front of people." His only response is to nod. The mother wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek. "I love you sweetheart." She says while the man just shakes his hand and says "Take care son." The two leave the room. The boy watches them as they go. His face bright red and filled with embarrassment. I stop myself from bursting into laughter by biting my lip.

"Can we go now?" I complain to Harley and Kiera. I grab my car key from my pocket and twirl it around my finger to reinforce my eagerness to get out of this shitty dorm room.

"Sure, let me grab my jacket." Harley says and walks over to his wardrobe. He pulls out a black leather jacket and throws it on over his grey t-shirt. "Do you wanna come with us? There's a party on at one of the sorority house. It'll be a good chance for you to get to know the people around here." Harley asks his roomie.

"No, thank you for the offer but I just want to get settled in." The boy politely turns down Harley's offer which doesn't surprise me one bit. The kid looks boring.  Harley nods and wraps his arm around Kiera's shoulders. "Maybe next time then." Yeah, right. I mentally scoff. This kid wouldn't be seen anywhere near a sorority or a frat party.

"Yeah maybe." The kid replies unsure.

"Let's go!" Kiera screeches with excitement.

Kiera, Harley and I walk out of the dorm and into the hallway and Harley immediately starts complaining about the roommate he got stuck with as we walk down the hall. "Only I would get stuck with the biggest square for a roommate."

***

Once again, the party got wild and out of control. Kiera drank way more than her petite frame could handle and was on the verge of being sick. Harley, however was slightly less drunk than Kiera but still in no fit state to drive, not that that matters since I drove them both here and since they don't want to crash here, and I stayed sober, it's my job to play designated driver.

This is one of the reasons I despise alcohol. You lose any ability you have to take care of yourself and become dependent on others.

Harley and I managed to get Kiera into the backseat. Harley slid in next to her to make sure that she was alright. I swear, if she throws up in the backseat of my car, I'll make her clean it up in the morning, hungover or not.

I drive Kiera home first and wait in the car as Harley carries her into the apartment building, up the elevator and to her room. Her bleached blonde hair is all over the place as it blows in the wind until Harley manages to get inside.

As I watch the minutes pass by, I second guess myself for letting Harley go upstairs by himself. He was almost just as drunk as Kiera was which means that he could have passed out or whatever on the way up.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, it's now 2:15am. Fuck this shit. I just want to go home to bed. I decide to give Harley 2 minutes before I call him and demand that he gets his dumbass down here if he still wants me to drive him back to his dorm.

My phone vibrates with an incoming message.

*Staying with K.You can go home.*

Asshole. I should've just left after Kiera and Harley went inside. Obviously he would stay with her so she doesn't end up choking on her own vomit. I reply to the message saying that I'll come by his dorm room tomorrow to pick up the DVDs I had let him borrow.

Once I see that the message has successfully sent, without waiting for a reply, I slip my phone back in my pocket and turn the key in the ignition. I speed away from the apartment complex desperate to get back to the sorority house so that I can at least get a few decent hours of sleep.

The next morning, I couldn't be more relieved that it's a Sunday. It was past 2:30 in the morning when I got back to the house. The party had died down substantially. The only people that remained were the other 16 girls that lived here plus a few others that were way too intoxicated to even remember their own names or where they lived. This meant that I could drift off into an uninterrupted sleep.

I climb out of bed and grab a new set of clothes from the wardrobe. I settle for a blue singlet crop with lace near the neckline and at the bottom and a pair of black denim shorts. It's still Summer and we're in LA which means it's so hot whenever you go outside, away from an AC. I brush through my dark brown hair with purple ends, before putting it into a high bun.

I don't miss the judgemental looks I get from the preppy school girls that form the sorority as I walk down the staircase and into the kitchen. As part of the sorority house rules, each girl must pull their weight when it comes to the chores like cooking and cleaning so, spread out across the kitchen table are plates and bowls of food ranging from disgusting soggy cereal to toast, eggs and bacon, the works.

I grab a piece of toast and a glass filled with apple juice.

"Hey!" A girl says, she's wearing a pink apron over her floral summer dress, being careful not to get herself dirty. I think her name is Brianna but I can't be sure. "You can't eat until all the food is prepared and then we eat as a group." She scolds me, gesturing to the pan of food on the stove still cooking.

"I'm not staying." I tell her. "I have somewhere to be."

I down the apple juice putting the glass back on the bench and take a bite out of my toast.

"Thanks for breakfast." I say as I walk through the kitchen door that leads outside to the house's driveway. I hear her groan behind me and I laugh. Some people are so touchy. By the time she's done cooking, the food will probably have gone cold anyway. So really, I was just being proactive.