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You look up at the dorm room your teachers have assigned to you; room number 7.

Yep, you think. This is me.

You jiggle the key into the lock and open the door. You look around the room and sigh. You've seen better. The room is pretty small - not in a suffocating way - it's just that the wall space is petite and the room area is an average sized square. There are two beds; one already has somebody's things set up, the other, you're guessing is for you.

"Well, looks like i'll have to get used to this," you say to no one in particular.

"Sure do," someone says from behind you. You jump and clutch your chest as you turn around and see another girl standing there.

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Hiya, my name's Cindy. I'll be your roommate." She smiles widely. She has light brown hair that reaches her shoulders, parted in the middle. She's a little chubby, and is wearing dark blue bootleg jeans and a t-shirt that says 'Alabama' on it, with some flip flops.

"(Y/N)," you introduce yourself.

"Want me to help you with some of your things?" Cindy offers.

"Uh, sure."

You walk out the room and she helps carry some of your suitcases back into the room. Once they're all finished, you walk back inside and begin unpacking/setting up some of your stuff.

"So, where're you from?" you ask, to get the conversation moving.

"The good 'ol Alabama of course." She laughs. "Born and raised."

"Oh, that's...cool." You finish packing your things and take a seat next to her, talking for a little while and getting to know each other.

Cindy looks at her watch. "It's about lunchtime, come on, let's go get some food." You nod your head and you both walk to the cafeteria.

Once down there, you look around. Your eyes glance over everyone sitting at tables and negotiating, laughing, having fun, nothing like high school at all. Everyone is so grown up. Then, you make eye contact with someone...

His eyes are dark, his skin a light brown tanned shade, long dark curls drape down to his neck; he looks...perfection.

"(Y/N?), hello?" you hear Cindy's voice, snapping you out of your day dream.

"Uh, oh, yeah?" you say, quickly looking away in fear that you might have been staring for too long.

"Who're you staring at?"

"N-nobody," you try to cover up.

"Hmm..." She looks in your direction and giggles. "Oh, i remember him."

"What's his name?" you ask a little too fast.

She stares at you for a moment and smirks. "His name's Michael. We went to high school together, not a bad guy."

"Has he ever went out with anyone?"

"Nah, he was pretty quiet actually. Everyone thought he was mysterious, that's what made him sexy."

You look back at this Michael boy, and again, he smiles at you. You can't help but press a smile to your lips, and continue walking.

The Next Day

You're walking to one of your classes, as you bump into someone in the hallway.

"I'm sorry," you both say in unison. Although, you're surprised; it's Michael.

You both laugh, and he scratches the back of his neck.

Damn, his arms are nice.

"Where are you to now?" he asks.

"Down there." You point to a room across the hall.

"Music? That's where i am too."

Your heart flooded with a million butterflies.

"Well, let's get going then," you say as you both began walking again.

"Oh, i didn't catch your name," he says.

"(Y/N)," you say.

"I'm Michael."

And there go the butterflies again. For some reason, his name sounds a lot better when it comes out of his mouth.

As you walk into class, he takes a seat next to you, and you wonder how you'll last without your cheeks turning too red.

Here we go.

As class finishes, you try to walk quickly to avoid anyone's gaze. Then you hear someone calling your name and turn around; it's Michael.

"I just wanted to know if uh...I-if you wanted to go to this, uh, party tonight," he says shyly.

He hands you a flyer. "It's my friend's."

You take it. "I'll see if i can make it, i mean, you know, work and all..."

"Yeah..."

There was an awkward silence until he says, "Well, hope to see you there." And leaves.

Just then, Cindy comes up to you. "What was that all about?" She smiles.

"I got invited to a party."

"Let me see," she takes the paper out of your hand, "oh my God, i was invited to the same one. You're so lucky you get to go."

"But, we have classes tomorrow-"

"-(Y/N), this is college. People throw parties every night. And besides, the hot guy just invited you. C'mon, go with me, it'll be fun."

You sigh. "Okay, whatever..."

"Yay!"

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You decided to go with something casual to the party, but not too casual. You're wearing a sparkly silver top, skinny black jeans, and high heels, with your bulky silver earrings. You tied your hair up and spritzed perfume to finish off as you grabbed your purse.

Well, this is it.

"How do i look?" You asked Cindy.

She looks you up and down then smiles. "Perfect."

Once you and Cindy arrive, music starts blaring out of the speakers.

"Well, this sure is something," says Cindy.

You shield your eyes over the bright beams, trying to find Michael. Just then, someone taps your shoulder and you turn around.

"I'm glad you could make it," says Michael.

"Oh, yeah, t-thanks for inviting me." You blush; thank God he can't see your red cheeks.

"Hiya Mike," Cindy greets him and they share a hug.

"Hey," he says.

"(Y/N), can i take you somewhere?" Michael asks as he and Cindy pull away.

Cindy smirks at you.

"Uh, sure."

What am i doing? you think. What could i possibly be getting myself into? I just can't say no.

Before you know it, you're being pulled into a room with a couch and two wine glasses and a bottle.

"I set this up for us if you don't mind," he says.

"No, it's fine - it's pretty, actually..." you awkwardly say.

He chuckles. "I'm glad you like it."

He takes a seat on the sofa right next to you and pours himself and you some wine.

"I don't drink," you say.

"Oh come on, it's a party, and a little won't hurt."

You decided to try some, because what the hell, and you made a sour face after you swallowed; Michael laughed.

"Not a drinker, aye?" he teases.

"Now you see why."

But for whatever reason, the wine just made you want more and more. You take another sip, then another, then another, until Michael pulls the glass away.

"Wow, slow down there. You don't wanna make yourself drunk now."

You let out a hoarse laugh, "It's actually not that bad..."

Michael's eyes bulge out and before you know it, you both can't control your wine intake.

The next day...

Why am i naked on a sofa? you think, confused.

You look to your right, and see Michael sleeping, as clotheless as you.

Oh, shit.

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