Can You Stake My Heart?

I wiped the sweat of my brow as I climbed down the stairs to retrieve my last bag. In the last hour I've gone up and down these stairs a minimum of 40 times. Walking out of the nice air conditioned building into the humid world, I realized I just couldn't wait for winter.

Winter had always been my favorite season. It was so quiet and calm; there was a special kind of beauty about it. How everything died, only to be born again. I dunno, I guess I liked the snow too.

I opened the car door to retrieve the last bag, which was my backpack. It held almost everything I would need. Notebooks, flashcards, pencils, you name it. As I shut the car door and locked it, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I turned around, anxious to what I might find.

A few yards away, a man in all black sat under the shade of a great oak tree. Even from here I could see his distinct features. He was pale, even more so than me. He looked as though he had just come back from the barbers with a fresh buzz cut. Every feature of his face was sharp. His eyes, his nose, his cheekbones... he didn't look real.

The thing that stuck me most was his eyes. They were like glowing coals, almost like the man I had seen earlier. The only difference was that this man looked angry.

And he was staring right at me.

I quickly walked inside and jogged up the stairs with my heavy backpack. As I walked over to my dorm room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I'm sure I had closed it, but maybe not. I opened the door, and jumped so hard I thought I would hit the ceiling.

A girl, who looked to be about my age was putting a box down on the couch. She was so short, probably 5'1"! Her hair was snow white, tied back in a red banana. Her outfit matched her hair. Red vans, red shorts, white shirt. I gulped.

As previously stated, I'm not good with people. To put it in the nicest way possible, I'm socialy awkward and I have a extreme dislike of other human beings. I really only liked cats to be honest. My hope of not having a roommate shattered as she turned around and smiled at me.

"Hi! I'm Nina. I'm so excited to be here, I love art sososososososooooo much. I see you've already got your stuff in that room so I'll put my stuff in the other. What's your name?" she said, ready to burst from excitement.

Like a deer in the headlights, I stood there frozen, unable to think. I finally managed to let some words slip past my stiff lips.

"I'm Rosalie, but you can call me Rose." I whispered, barely audible.

"Ohmigosh that's such a pretty name!" Nina squealed and ran over to me.

"oh god please no hugs please no hugging oh god oh god" I thought to myself, but I guess I was to late.

She almost tackled me to the ground with her hug. I could feel my body stiffen and she wrapped her arms around me. I was internally screaming.

"Don't worry, I'll be the best roommate ever!" she laughed, and I sighed in return.

I pried her off me and stepped back.

"I'm going to set up my room... see ya later." I said, rubbing the back of my head and quickly jogged into my room and shut the door. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes.

I hope Nina is just really bad at first impressions, or I'm going to have to get a roommate reassignment.

Notes

Yay 2nd chapter! It's short but it's a snow day and I wanna go play in the snow haha. Maybe I'll write another chapter today idk
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