Authors Message: Picture above is Colton Haynes playing as Damian Rolland (:

Chapter Two

"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." - Marilyn Monroe

I walked back to my dorm, half dead from the two mile walk. How am I going to make it to my classes in just 15 minute time period?! This school is fucking crazy! I unlocked the door and walked in on a guy shirtless. He looked over at me. I looked at him and my eyes were glued. I haven't seen someone so beautiful. Every single part of him is beautiful. The hair, the eyes, the..... Oh my god! It's the football player I seen earlier today!

"You must be my new roommate." He said, keeping a straight face.

"Yeah." I smiled and walked towards my bed. I sat down on my bed, ignoring contact. Because if I look at him again, touch him, I am going to be so horny.

"I'm Damian." He said, sitting on his bed that is close to mine.

"Eric." I smiled again. Damnit Eric, can you quit smiling?! I thought in my head.

"Where'd you come from?" He asked.

"New York City."

"So you are rich like a lot of people here then?" He asked. I nodded.

"Well I'm not, my parents are. They could care less about me." I shrugged.

"Mine are the same way. They sent me off here when I was twelve. Been here ever since." He shrugged his shoulders as well.

I looked up and he was looking at me suspiciously.

"I seen you earlier staring at me with Rayna beside you.... Why?" He asked. Damnit Eric. See what you have done?!

"Um..... I wasn't checking you out. There is guy's way hotter then you." I said sarcastically. I got up and started unpacking my clothes; putting them in the closet.

Ever since I said people are way hotter than him, he has been so quiet. Oh god.... He is a homophobe.

"If you are a homophobe then I guess I should pack back up and ask for another room." I said and looked over at him. He had a shirt on. Damn him.

"I am not a homophobe. I just can't be naked when I sleep anymore. Nor have my shirt off." He pointed out. I don't know why but I started laughing hysterically.

Damian was looking at me with a confused expression.

"Sorry but that was really funny dude." I laughed harder. He rolled his eyes. And leaned back on his bed, typing away on his laptop.

"You know you can do what you want in here. I won't stop you. I am not one of those gays who are like 'Oh my god! You are changing in front of me! Don't hurt me for looking!'" I said and he started laughing. Oh god, that smile though.

I laughed also and finished unpacking. I grabbed my sweatpants and took off my clothes. I changed into my sweats and walked over to my bed, with my MacBook by myside.

I started my laptop up and connected to FaceTime. I clicked on Ashley's picture.

"ERIC!" Ashley shouted. I started laughing and Damian looked over at me and shook his head.

"Who are you looking at?" Ash asked.

"Damian come here." I demanded. He sighed and got up from his bed. He walked over and sat down beside me. His leg brushed against mine and I held back the moan from the electricity going through my body.

"Hi." Damian said and Ashley's eyes widen.

"Well hello there." Ash flipped her blonde hair.

I laughed and pushed Damian off of my bed. He fell towards the floor.

"What was that?!" Ash shouted.

"That was me killing your dream boy." I shrugged my shoulders, acting like it was nothing.

We continued to talk about how my day went and everything else. Damian got annoyed and left to go get food. I wish I had brought sushi. I wonder if they had sushi here.

There was a shouting on FaceTime.

"I am so sorry Eric. I have to go. Mommy dearest is angry." She shouted and hung up.

I sighed and put my laptop on my desk. I wish I could go back home. I am defiantly getting homesick for no apparent reason. I shouldn't get homesick considering my parents don't care about me. But I guess when all your friends are back home, you start to miss them. Even though it hasn't been a day.

I laid down on my bed and slid the covers over me. I turned on the TV and put it on Keeping up with the Kardashians.

My favorite from this show is, Kylie, Kendall and Khloe. They are my three favorite. I used to like Kim until she became some snobby bitch who is always like 'Oh my god' all the time. Then I hate Kourtney. She treats Scott so terrible. I don't know why he puts up with her. But I guess you are in love, you see pass all those things. Like how Kourtney helped Scott from being a drunk all the time. Love really does do wonders.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts. I looked over and seen it was Damian. He walked over to his bed and laying down.

"Why do you watch this?" He asked after twenty minutes.

"Because I do. Plus I am friends with Kendall and Kylie." I shrugged.

"YOU ARE FRIENDS WITH THEM?!" He jumped up from his bed. I started laughing.

"I modeled with the both of them. Mostly modeled with Kendall." I informed.

"Are you a model?" He asked. I nodded.

"My parents own the biggest modeling agency in NYC. They have like five other ones in the world."

"That is amazing. I only acted in a few things. I was happy to get away from here for a year for filming."

"Did you like acting?"

"Not really. I thought I would at first but then I just hated it. Too demanding for me."

"Modeling is worst. You get judged day in and day out." I informed.

"I heard it was a tough career." He responded. I nodded and turned on the other side of the bed. I am extremely exhausted.

I made sure I set my alarm clock early so I can get a shower. All that was in my mind was Damian when I fell asleep.