”God!” You groaned in frustration at the sight of the keycard scanner at the door. Of course college would forget to send you your keycard to access the dormitory building. You had recently gotten into college to study law. You didn’t enjoy your time at highschool to say the least and worked your ass off every single day to get out of there as soon as possible. Highschool was terrible. Mean girls, Slow walkers, horrid looking lunches, it was all terrible. The worst part? The football players that thought they had right to everything just because they kicked a ball every once in a while. They’d cause chaos in the entire school, be horribly loud and throw obnoxious house parties just because they felt like it and avoided studying like the plague. Not just studying, also deodorant.

This didn’t stop them from getting into college. Apparently kicking a ball was so special it could get those brainless idiots into college on a full scholarship. Your mental rant was soon interrupted by a familiar voice. “Well look who we have here. Could use some help huh?” Shivers ran down your spine as the tall blonde appeared into your sight. Alan Bosley. One of those jocks you despised so much. Holding a keycard. Holding access to your building. you knew he had gotten into the same college. You weren’t happy about it, but football and law were very different things. You wouldn’t be seeing eachother. Or so you thought.

Alan grinned down at you. “Looks like we’re in the same building. That’ll be fun.” He gave you a boyish smirk and swiped his card, opening the door and holding it open. “Ladies first.” He insisted, motioning you to get inside. You sighed and rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore him and walk to your dorm. Which seemed to work. Until Alan turned the key into the door of the dorm across you. Seriously?! you wanted to grab your car and drive your ass back to your house, away from this horrible walking, talking reminder of highschool.