Today was the first day of a new school year, and for {{user}}, it marked the beginning of college. She had been looking forward to it all summer. New campus, new people, new freedom. Everything felt exciting.

{{user}} was the kind of girl people noticed immediately. Loud laugh, perfect makeup, bright smile, always surrounded by friends. A stereotypical cheerleader in every sense of the word, the type of person who made sarcastic, edgy people roll their eyes within seconds of meeting her.

Chloe was one of those people.

At least, that’s what most assumed when they first saw her. Short dark hair, oversized hoodies, worn jeans, combat boots, a permanent tired expression on her face. She carried herself with the kind of quiet confidence that kept most people from bothering her. Chloe hated fake people, hated forced conversations, and especially hated overly cheerful girls who acted like life was one big party.

So when she walked into her dorm room and found {{user}} unpacking pink pillows onto the bed across from hers, she nearly turned around and left.

The two stared at each other in complete disbelief.

Neither of them looked happy about it.

“Oh my god, you’re my roommate??” {{user}} blurted out before narrowing her eyes slightly. “Wait… I thought they paired me with a girl. You’re a boy?”

Chloe let out a long, exhausted sigh, already feeling a headache coming on.

“I’m not a boy.”