Wrong decision

Prologue

     Nothing would have happened to her if I just listen to her from the beginning. Nothing would have happened to her if I didn't run away from her like a fucking coward. Nothing would have happened if we just... never met.
     Emily
Have you ever read those books with the bad boys and good girls in them? The need to make the bad boy a better person gets inside your head. I tried to save him, I really did. But if he... if he could allow me to save him, it would have been easier. I wouldn't need to sacrifice myself. If I regret it? No.
     Ethan
My life was fucked up since I was born. I guess the world didn't want me either, like my "dad", who left me and my mom alone. That's better tho, cause every time I remember him, I only see a drunk "dad". Let me say that my life was and still is a hell.

                           TWO YEARS AGO
                                        Emily
     If I said I'm happy for the first day at college, then I'd say lies. I really wasn't looking forward for college. College means stress and exams, and of course lots of studying. I managed to get into the New York University, studying psychology. Being a psychologist was my dream since... since the car accident.
     My dad offered me a ride, although we were living near the NYU. At first, I told him that it wasn't necessary but he insisted, and you know... my dad can't take no as an answer. He kissed and hugged me and told me to call him if I need anything.
     I finally got my dorm number from the reception and headed to the dorms. While I was walking I noticed the buildings that were surrounding the NYU. They were amazing, some of them old and some of them modern.
     I finally arrived to my dorm and opened the door. And I saw something... or maybe... someone on the bed across mine. At first I was scared because I had no clue who that person was, but then I thought that it could be my roommate.
     "Umm... excuse me? Who are you?" I asked the person who was sitting on the bed across mine.
     "A better question is: Who the fuck are you?" He said. He said! He! HE!
     "I'm Emily Johnson. And you are?" I ask again, waiting for him to tell me his name.
     "None of your fucking business, princess" he says with his strong voice. He seemed to be tall because his legs were out of the bed while he was lying. He has dark brown short hair and his face was screaming danger. He's wearing a black short sleeve T-shirt, showing his tattoos, lots of tattoos.
     What have I do to him and he talks to me like this? I didn't even say something wrong or bad.
     "Excuse me, but, I've been nice and polite with you and I've done nothing wrong, so can I ask you something? Why are you such a mean and bad person right now? You don't even know me." I said, angrily.
     "Ethan. My name's Ethan. And you don't have to shout at me. I already have a headache from the  party last night." He says. Someone must have pissed him off because his going to explode.
     "Well, Ethan, I'm sorry for shouting at you but you didn't have to be so mean. I was just trying to learn my new roommate's name."
I say.
     "Roommate?" He breaks into laughter. "You, you thought that I was your roommate?"
     "If you're here, then that means that you're my roommate. Right?" I ask.
     "Oh my fucking God! You thought that I was your roommate. Not a fucking chance."
     "Oh. Then what are you doing here?"
     "I'm waiting for your actual roommate to come. She fucking told me that she would be here 20 fucking minutes ago!"
     The door open and a girl appears. She must be my new roommate. She has mid-length curly chestnut brown hair and... and tattoos too? She has tattoos too?
     "Hey there girlie! You must be my new roommate! I'm Stella, good to finally meet you!"
     "Hi, I'm Emily. Nice to meet you too!" I say. She looks better than him, than Ethan. At least he's not my roommate.
     "Are you ready to go? I've been waiting for you for more than 20 fucking minutes!"
    "Jesus, I'm ready! Let's go. See you soon, Emily" Stella says before she exits the door.
     Ethan didn't even say something. He just left. What a rude boy! What in the world is wrong with him? Why is he so pissed off?
     After they left, I just sat on my bed thinking what just happened. Will I meet him again? Is he a member at the Phi Delta Theta fraternity? Guess I'll find out soon.