Davina's POV

"Okay mom. Yes, I understand. Okay, bye Mom, love you. Buh bye." I hang up and then go to open my door. I hear voices in there and raise an eyebrow before opening it and walking in. I look up to see two guys who looked around 26 and a girl who looked my age. They all turn towards me and I immediately feel embarrassed.

Suddenly, the girl shoves the other two out of the way and I get a clear look at her face. She was gorgeous I just admit, but definitely straight. She sticks out her hand, smiling brightly.

"Hi, I'm Martha Laurens, I'm your new roommate!" She says.

I blush, feeling flustered for some reason. Well, I guess not just any reason. This girl was perfect. I then remember my RA telling me about this girl coming today. "Oh, you're that girl!" I exclaim and she nods her head excitedly. I blush a bit more and shake her hand. "Um, I'm Davina Ramsay.."

I then look over at the two men in the room and look back to her. "Um..And these guys are?" I ask quietly.

Martha looks behind her and then giggles. God damn she is so cute. "Oh, right. That's just my big brother and his friend. They were just leaving, actually!" She says firmly and the man with curly hair chuckles.

"Alright, alright. Have fun, guys." He says as he waves before walking out of the dorm.

The shorter man follows him out, but Martha ran to him and hugged him. He looks uncomfortable as she says, "Thank you so much again!"

She then lets go and the two men leave the room, closing the door behind them. Martha turns to me, smiling brightly still. "So, uh, are you new here?" I ask.

I cringe slightly at the question. "Oh, of course you're new here, you just started at this college."

She giggles once again and then rocks back and forth on her feet. "Yeah, I'm new. Just moved here from South Carolina a few days ago." She says.

I nod. "That's where the accent is from." I think out loud. I blush and cover my face. "I'm so sorry, I'm really just pointing out the obvious here, aren't I?"

She smiles. "That's okay, no need to get all embarrassed about it. To be honest, I'm nervous too."

I look up at her, raising an eyebrow. "Who said I was nervous?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Your body language, your saying random stuff, your blushing face."

I blush a bit more and nod. "Right, of course." I sigh and then sit on the couch and gesture so she can sit as well. She gladly sits down next to me and looks around.

"This is insane, I can't believe I'm here.." She mumbles. She then blushes in embarrassment and looks over at me. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud."

I chuckle. "It's okay.. Did you want me to help you move your stuff in?" I ask.

She smiles and nods. "That would be nice, thanks."

Timeskip brought to you by Summerrrrrrrr

It's been a few days now since Martha moved in, and she's already super popular with like, everyone. She met my entire friend group, and they all love her. There's been quite a few guys who have hit on her, and I honestly can't blame them. Luckily for me, she's turned all of them away.

Right now, it's a Wednesday night and I'm trying to study for my chemistry exam, but Martha had a guy over, which meant I couldn't focus.

I walk into the kitchen to grab a snack and see the guy rubbing her thigh. She looked extremely uncomfortable, so I walk into the livingroom. "Hey guys, what's going on?" I ask.

The guy glares at me. Ah yes, I know this guy. The infamous Warner Huntington. "Davina, good to see you again." He says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Goodbye Warner, I have to study."

He sighs and looks at Martha, who shrugs. "You heard her."

He laughs and then stands up. "Whatever, you're boring anyway." He then walks out and I frown before rushing to Martha.

"You okay?" I ask.

She smiles and nods. "Yeah, thanks for that. I was just trying to be friendly and he was trying to take things a step further."

I nod. "Yeah, I noticed." I then bite my lip. "You know, you don't have to not have fun with guys if I'm here. I can always put my earbuds in."

She laughs quite a bit. "Oh, you're so funny. I wouldn't do that to you." She leans in. "Besides, I don't even like guys all that much."

I blush and look over at her. "Oh, really?" I ask.

She nods. "My dad...Well, he kind of tried to force them on me, and they were always very awful. I find girls much more..Well, you know." Her eyes widened. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to assume you're..you know."

I giggle lightly. "Don't worry about it, I'm pretty gay." I tell her before blushing. "Wow, that sounded weird to say."

She smiles. "Well, I'm pretty gay, too. I'm not supposed to be, but I am." She giggles.

"Not supposed to be?" I question.

"Well, technically speaking my religion doesn't allow it, and my father would kill me if he ever found out. Goodness, you should've seen him when my brother came out.." She looks up at me. "Wow, I'm sorry you really do not need to know all of that, I'm sorry."

I give her a soft smile. "Hey, don't worry about it. We're roomies now, so we're practically obligated to be close."

She smiles brightly at me. "Oh good."

Another time skip brought to you by the King of New York

"What do you want for breakfast?" I hear Martha shout from most likely the kitchen.

I sit up in my bed and look at the clock. It's currently 10 am, which means my exam I spent all night studying for was in exactly a half hour. "Shit.." I mumbled before jumping out of bed and throwing on one of my hoodies.

I run to my bathroom and brush my hair and teeth. I then slip my shoes on and run out my bedroom door, only to meet Martha face to face. "Oh, sorry!" I exclaim as I stop myself before running into her.

She tilts her head. "Why are you in such a rush?" She asks.

I check my phone. "My test starts in twenty minutes, and I have to get across campus."

"But you haven't eaten breakfast." She pouts.

I sigh. "Martha, I really have to go..."

"Fine. At least take a poptart." She says and I nod. She then smiles and turns around, walking into the kitchen. I look at her outfit, which was a crop top and a mini skirt, and smile. She really was pretty, and super sweet too. She walks back and hands me a strawberry poptart.

"Strawberry, my favorite." I smile at her.

She nods. "I know! Now go ace that exam already."

I chuckled. "Thanks Martha." I say to her before running out of the room.

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Now I know nothing too interesting, but I figured I may add this ship in later so why not have a cute little side story? Next chapter is back to Alex's POV