The alarm screeching from your phone jolted you awake. You had only gotten around 4 hours of sleep, definitely not recommended by your professors. You understood why as you groaned, nowhere near ready to get up and head to your 8 a.m. math class.

Cursing under your breath for choosing this awful schedule, you forced yourself out of the bed, slipping your flip flops on your feet and grabbing your bathroom carrier with your room key, making sure to shut the door behind you. Sometimes it didn't stay or it'd pop open. The front desk promised it'd be fixed sometime this week but you doubted that it'd even be fixed by the end of the year.

You made the dreadful walk up to the communal bathrooms and pushed open the swinging door. No one was ever up this early, so it was nice you had this private time before facing a day full of people. You stopped at the sink and grimaced at the messy hair and dark circles under your eyes. Every morning was like this. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a couple of minutes, groaned, and then brushed your teeth.

The floor you lived on in the dorms was a quiet one. No one really had any parties or ever played music excessively loud. The only loud person was your roommate. You would frequently get complaints from the other girls and you always told them, "I'm working on it."

Sasha Braus, that was who your roommate was. You two weren't really close and she was always out and about with some guy named Connie. You had only ever met him once—well, seen him. He was tall with blonde hair and hazel eyes and seemed sort of shy. How the two ever got along pounded at your brain since they seemed so different.

After fixing your hair and putting on some light makeup so you didn't look as dead as a doorknob, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror and headed back to your room. You cursed under your breath after pulling your room key out only to see that the door was ajar. You rolled your eyes in annoyance as you pushed the door open, not expecting to see a very tall boy in your room. He was standing by Sasha's bed and it looked like he was about to wake her. This is why the damn maintenance needed to fix your door.

Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart began to pound so hard and so loud you thought he could hear it. You weren't sure what to do but you also knew you couldn't just let him stay.

"Who the hell are you?" You finally spoke which made the boy jump. He whirled around and stared at you with wide eyes, probably trying to figure out when you arrived.

"You scared the shit out of me," he breathed and you narrowed your eyes, furrowing your brows as you glared at him.

"What about me? You're in my room!" You raised your voice and tightened your grip around your bathroom carrier. Damn was he tall.

"I'm just here to-"

"Dude, fucking get out before I call the campus police. I don't know who you are," you kept the distance between you two, your free hand balled into a fist. Who the hell was this guy?

"Connie?" Sasha stirred and the stranger turned at the mention of his name.

"You didn't tell your roommate who I was? Jesus Sasha," Connie replied. At the mention of his name, your face relaxed as realization washed over you.

"...Connie?" He looked nothing like Connie. He was tall with a lean build, his eyes a honey-golden color. His hair was silver and extremely short, just only a little fluffy. His face was narrow with thin lips and a small nose. He had defined facial features along with a sharp jawline.

"Yeah, Connie Springer," he said with annoyance, placing his hands on his waist.

"I thought Connie had blonde hair and hazel eyes."

"You mean Niccolo? My boyfriend?" Sasha stared intently at you and the gears started grinding as everything clicked together.

"I-I thought," you stuttered but Sasha only shook her head and laughed lightly from the mix up. 

"Look, it's my fault. I should've told you who Connie was from the very beginning. But...we don't really see each other so I thought you didn't care," Sasha sat up on her bed, her words stinging you just slightly.

"Yeah, you should've told her. I could've gotten arrested. She saw me, a literal giant, looming over you-"

"More like a beanpole," you cut in and Connie stopped talking, shooting a honey-flamed glare at you while Sasha let out a snort, her hand quickly covering her mouth as she tried to hold the laugh in.

"Beanpole?" He repeated, his brows furrowing.

"Yeah, a beanpole," you stated again like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Hold on-"

"Guys like you are all talk, so I think it'd be best if you left now," you smiled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Connie's eyes narrowed as he jabbed a finger at you, saying, "I'll have you know that there are beautifully sculpted abs and muscles under all of-" he dramatically gestured at himself before continuing, "this."

"Whatever you say," you smirked and headed over to your side of the dorm, laughing a bit as you heard Connie complain to Sasha. You grabbed a pair of black leggings and a black sweater from your closet and shot Connie an I'm-trying-to-change-so-leave look, but he didn't seem to budge.

"Can you go? Please? I'm trying to change," you were frustrated now as you checked the clock above your desk. It was 7:45.

"I am not a beanpole. If anyone's a beanpole, it's Jean," Connie kept trying to defend himself. You didn't know who Jean was so the stab at the other boy seemed to fall flat to you.

"Oh, you did not just say that Jean is a beanpole. He may have a horse face but he is more filled out than you will ever be," Sasha piped up and started pushing Connie towards the door as he protested.

When the door finally clicked shut, Sasha glanced over at you with a smirk. There was a strange look in her eyes.

"So...that's Connie?" You asked.

"That's Connie," she smiled.

You wondered if you'd ever see him again, feeling your lips pull upwards into a smile before you shook your head. That was weird.