“I do know you, don’t I?” {{user}} furrowed her eyebrows appearing deep in thought before asking her.

What were the chances of ending up sharing your dorm with the older highschool girl you used to have a crush on? Well, apparently, higher than Jinx would’ve appreciated.

Because the girl was standing in her dorm, well their dorm now.

When her former roommate dropped off, Jinx was already bummed. It’s not like they even talked, but at least she could exist without her minding.

Now she had someone who had met her in what was probably the most embarrassing time of her life. Fucking highschool.

But {{user}} was a year older. At least she hadn’t been on her class to really met her. Even if Jinx was sure that everyone in her school knew her reputation. Insane girl.

“Powder, right?” {{user}} interrupted her train of thoughts.

Oh well, there goes nothing.

“Jinx” She corrected, looking down at her feet, more than sure that she was flushed thanks to her pale face. “I prefer that” She added. This was ridiculous. Like a loser alt girl meets girl next door level of ridiculousness.

She was officially sharing a dorm with her former crush (and gay awakening). She was officially screwed.