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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Who the Fuck are You?

My first two months of college proved to be nothing but boring. I’d wake up, go to class, come back to my dorm, eat alone, and do my homework. My weekends were spent staying in and catching up on the sleep I’d lost due to the excessive load of homework I’d been assigned. When I first started at the University of Florida, I’d thought that it was finally time to break out of my shell. I wanted to go to parties, stay out all night, and not have to worry about what my overprotective parents would think. Sure, my family was only a three hour drive away, but I still felt free. I’d counted the hours of my summer vacation, waiting until I got to live in a dorm, with a roommate I didn’t know, and get into trouble.

All of that came crumbling down when I got to campus. My roommate decided to switch colleges last minute, so I was alone. Without having even a roommate, I got used to doing things on my own. Almost overnight, I’d turned from an eager girl, ready to party—To a lonesome girl, ready to study. Of course, my parents were happy about that: They didn’t want me to go away for college in the first place. But it was something I had to do.

Another thing I had to do was find friends before my first year of college was over. I didn’t want the rest of my college experience to be like the first two months were, so I took a risk. I’ve never been one for risks, so when I told my parents about my plans to allow another student to move in with me, they freaked out. I’d assured them it would be fine, but all I knew about my new roommate was that she was a girl and she’d move in while I was on Christmas break. I feared that she’d go through my things, but I put on a fake smile and told my parents that a roommate is what I needed.

Whatever the reason was for her getting kicked out of her old place, I didn’t care. Getting rid of my single room status and moving into a roommate situation meant that I’d finally have a friend. Maybe more if she’d introduce me. I finally felt like I was going to do this whole college thing properly, but my mom and dad didn’t: And they made it very clear to me on the ride over.
“It’s not too late to go back to find a single dorm, Valerie,” dad told me, staring at me through the rearview mirror before he focused back on driving.
“Aren’t you worried about living with someone you don’t even know?” Mom asked.
“No,” I sighed. “I’m not worried at all.” I smiled out the window, eager for my chance to make dumb decisions on my own. “You can just drop me off outside the building,” I told them. “I think I can manage by myself,” dad eyed me through the mirror as he turned into the small parking lot, littered with cars that seemed they could break down at a simple touch.

“Sweetie,” mom sighed. “What if this girl is dangerous?” I smiled up at the rundown building, I’ve missed these horrible accomodations for the few weeks I was away (probably because I wanted to meet my new roommate).
“I think she’ll be nice,” I told them, clambering out of the car. Seconds later, my parents joined me by the trunk of the car and helped me get out my suitcase and box of items.
“I really think we should come up,” dad shoved his hands in his pockets, suspiciously eyeing a broken window.
“Dad no. I need to do this alone,” I sighed.
“Well, sweetie. We could always find a new place where you could live alone,” mom gushed. “It’s not like we’re tough on money,” she tried to joke, earning an eye roll.
“Mom,” I paused, shaking my head. “I like living here. Okay? I’m going to go up alone and meeting my roommate and I’ll see you guys soon,” my parents shared a look before my dad finally nodded.
“Remember to go to church,” mom smiled warmly, squeezing my hands and brushing a piece of hair out of my face. After saying my goodbyes to them, I headed into the building and pressed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently.

“Doesn’t work anymore,” A girl’s voice mumbled, walking past me. Smiling to myself, I headed to the stairs. As soon as I made it to floor 3, my floor, and managed to drag my heavy suitcase up all those stairs, I pulled my keys out of my bag. Although the broken elevator bothered me, I was still glad to be back: Away from my overbearing parents.
“317,” I whispered to myself. As I neared the end, the music coming from my door got louder, and the stench of weed filled the area. This is perfect, I thought, just what I need. With a smile, I stuck my key in the door, only for it to fly open seconds later. As I struggled to pull my keys out, three heads turned to me. They were sitting on the bed on my roommates side, passing a bong around, music blasting.
“Oh, sorry, I broke the door,” the girl spoke, blowing out smoke as she set the bong down on the window sill. She had blonde hair tied into space buns with a navy blue hat on. “You must be Val,” she smiled, jumping off the bed and pulling me into a hug, shutting the door behind me. I was immediately taken back by her touchy gesture.
“Hi. Um, Lea, right?” She chuckled.
“Yeah. And that’s Michael. The other one, that’s Ashton,” she pointed out the boys on her bed and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Val,” Ashton stood up, making his way over to me and shaking my hand. “Very nice to meet you,” he smirked, his eyes trailing my body.
“God, keep it in your pants Ash,” Lea rolled her eyes, pushing past him and taking her place back on the bed. My face heated up as I smiled lightly, was he hitting on me or was Lea messing around? Either way, I immediately felt uneasy. I could already tell this would be a great term.
“Let me help you with your stuff,” he insisted, grabbing the suitcase and wheeling it further into the room. I glanced at Lea, who shrugged and leaned forward to grab the bong. I had no choice but to follow Ashton, who was standing in front of the closet door and lighting a cigarette. “This is you,” His voice was quiet. My gaze travelled to the ceiling, wondering how all the smoke didn’t set off the alarms, only to find that there was a plastic bag covering it: A strict violation of dorm living. “Feel free to come and join us,” he left my side with a wink, and I couldn’t help but think of how perfectly everything had fallen into place. As soon as I walked in, they were already doing things I’d never even thought of doing before.

It didn’t take me long to unpack, as I didn’t bring much. When I finished, I decided on taking a shower. I grabbed my clothes and a towel, heading into the coed bathroom. My favorite part about college was the coed bathrooms. To me, it was all the leverage I needed to stay true to my purity ring: I could look all I wanted (as long as I didn’t get caught) and it wasn’t necessarily a sin. The coed bathrooms gave me an insight into what I’d be thrown into once I got married. I was in the shower for what felt like two hours, and the process afterwards felt like it took even longer. I’d forgotten how hard it is to put lotion on and change in the small area provided. Not to mention the most difficult part: Not getting your clothes wet from the tile floor. Because I was unsure of whether or not there’d still be people in my room when I got back, I grabbed leggings and a baggy sweater. Normally I wouldn’t wear leggings because of their revealing buttox area, but I was too exhausted to put a skirt and tights back on. As I walked back to my room, I felt anxious going in. Somehow, knowing that there were people in there—Waiting for me to return, looking at my things, possibly going through them, or even waiting for me to get back so I can do awful things with them—made me extremely nervous. I pushed the thought aside and opened the door to the even more crowded room.

“Who the fuck are you?” The deep voice asked. Turning quickly, I held in a gasp. He was tall, intimidating, and his arms were covered in tattoos, crossed over his broad chest. He was sitting on my bed. I usually wouldn’t have a problem with it, but he had boots on, tracking dirt and god knows what on my comforter.
“Luke!’ Lea spoke from the other side, throwing a small pillow in his direction. He caught it and immediately whipped it back in Lea’s direction, causing her to laugh. “I told you to get your feet off!” The man scoffed, jumping off the bed.
“Who is that?” He repeated, completely ignoring me.

“That’s Val. My roomie,”
“You gave my bed away?!” His voice boomed.
“It’s not your bed and it was her room first!” Lea argued.
“But it’s where I stay!” Luke was loud, rude, and the way he carried himself made me think he as much too arrogant for his own good. His shoulder length, blonde hair held a certain curl to it and his tall height intimidated me. He had to be at least a foot and a half taller than me, but I couldn’t be sure unless I was standing next to him.
“Well now you can stay on the floor!” I couldn’t help but peak at them while I put my stuff away and watch them interact.

There were six people in total, not including me. One boy was sitting in Lea’s desk chair, Ashton was in mine—Pulled across the floor and set next to the other rocking chair. Lea, Michael, and another girl were on the bed. Luke was standing with his arms crossed in the middle of the room. “Or you can stay in that perfectly good frat house of yours,” she challenged. The entire group was carrying on with their business, leading me to believe Luke’s yelling was a common occurrence. He shook his head, clearly frustrated.
“This is bullshit,” he muttered before wetting his lips and heading to the door.

“Come on, Luke,” the unknown girl spoke, twirling her thin hair. Her top was low cut and tight, leaving little to the imagination and I wanted to judge her because of it, but Lea was dressed similarly and I didn’t want to have any problems with my new roommate, so I pushed the thought out of my mind. “Stay a while,” she purred and Luke rolled his eyes before plopping on the edge of Lea’s bed. Lea offered him the bong with a smile and he snatched it out of her hand before taking a hit and passing it along. I let out a long breath before turning my back again. Okay… Maybe this could take a bit of getting used to, but it’s what I wanted… Right?

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Comments

I've just read this story in about 24 hours and all I can say is Oh My God! How have you written something (and someone) so perfect?

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@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!