The time had finally come. The day had finally arrived. Four years of working my ass off, and I was finally arriving at college. High school hadn't been the experience I would have liked. I didn't make many friends, and definitely didn't have any girlfriends. For four years I kept my head down, got good grades, and did as I was told, but now I would finally get to reap the rewards. My parents weren't wealthy by any means, in fact quite the opposite. I knew from the start that if I wanted to go to college, I would have to earn my way in. And that's just what I did.
I earned a full academic scholarship UCLA, and now I would get to make up for lost time. I would be living in the freshman dorms for my freshman year, which I didn't mind. I was looking forward to having a roommate. It would force me into a friendship whether I liked it or not, and whether they liked it or not too. I hoped to join a fraternity and live there next year, but I was excited to live in the dorms for now.
The dorm I was going to live in was one of the two coed dorms. They didn't let the boys and girls room together, but we would be on the same floor. And we would be sharing the communal bathrooms. That definitely made me nervous, but also excited. I had spent many lonely nights fantasizing about having a run-in with a pretty girl in the bathroom, where I would step out of the shower, and then she would catch a quick glance at my body and want to see more. I knew it probably would never work like that in real life, but it was still fun to think about.
I walked into the building, carrying my big duffle bag and a single backpack. There were many other people arriving, most of them with their parents. It was move in day for everyone, so the whole building seemed a little hectic. I was alone, as my parents couldn't afford extra plane tickets, but I didn't mind that either. I was just happy to be here. I noticed a desk with a pretty brunette behind it, and walked over.
"Um, hi," I said, and the girl looked up and smiled. Her teeth were shockingly white, and for a moment I forgot what I was going to say.
"Hello," she said, looking slightly amused at the dumb way I was staring at her. "Are you an incoming freshman?"
"Yes," I said, snapping out of it. "My name's Casey Beck. I'm supposed to be in this building."
"Welcome Casey Beck. I'm Jenna," the girl smiled. "Give me one second to find your information." She went into her computer for a moment, and I quickly glanced down at her chest. I took a gulp, and then brought my eyes back to her face before she looked up. "Ok, you're on the third floor, room 6. Your roommate's name is Sam Huntington."
"Ok, will he be arriving today too?" I asked. I hadn't spoken to my new roommate yet. All I knew was that he was from Wisconsin.
"Probably," Jenna nodded, smiling at me again. "He hasn't checked in yet though. Here's your key. You can head up and start getting settled in. I'm sure Sam will be here soon. Welcome to UCLA!"
"Thank you," I said, and took the key she held out. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying to think of something smooth or cool to say to this attractive girl. She glanced back up from her paperwork, and I could see her trying not to laugh. I quickly turned and hurried up the stairs to the third floor. I could see people moving into the other rooms as I walked down to room 6. The key worked, and then I was in my own room. I set my bag down, and sat down on one of the beds, taking it all in. I didn't want to claim one of the beds before Sam arrived, so I just waited.
About twenty minutes later I heard a rattling at the door. I looked over, and saw the handle shaking, and knew my new roommate was here. I stood up, feeling the nerves sink in again, and prepared to meet the kid I would be living with for the next year. The door opened, and then a tall balding man stepped in. He noticed me standing there, and his expression instantly soured. A second later two women stepped in behind him. They were both very blonde, and very attractive. One was clearly the mother, and the other her daughter. For a second I was confused, but I figured it must be Sam's parents and sister. It seemed my new roommate had a very pretty sister.
"Um, are you in the wrong room or something?" The girl asked. She didn't sound very friendly, and I hoped Sam would be nicer.
"No," I shrugged, beginning to feel confused. "Room 3-6. This is my room."
"Room 3-6 is supposed to be my room," the girl said, already looking quite annoyed by me.
"I'm supposed to be rooming with a guy named Sam," I said slowly. The girl still looked annoyed, and her mother looked as confused as me. Her father had a rather stunned look on his face though.
"I'm Sam," the girl said angrily. "As in Samantha. This is my room. I'm rooming with a girl named Casey."
"Uh oh," I said, realizing what had happened. The women still didn't seem to get it, but I could tell her father understood. "I'm Casey."
"Very funny," Sam scoffed. "Look, this is getting kind of creepy. It's flattering and all that you did all this to try to meet me, but you can't be in my room."
"It's my room," I said. The mother seemed to be catching on, and she stared at her daughter apprehensively. The father still just looked shocked. "I have my key right here."
"Ok, why do you have a key to my room?" Sam asked angrily. "This is getting pretty close to stalker behavior."
"Calm down sweetheart," her mother said. "I'm sure there's been some kind of mistake. These are coed dorms after all."
"Bullshit!" Sam shouted. "There's no mistake. This creep found some way to get in my room. Are you, like, one of my followers or something?"
"Your what?" I said, trying to catch up to everything that was happening.
"Followers," she said slowly, enunciating each syllable as if to a deaf person. "As in Instagram. Ugh, just get out of my room loser. I don't have time for this."
"It's my room," I said with a frown. I already understood what had happened, and I could tell this girl was not going to be easy about it. My first day of college had just gotten much more complicated than it needed to be. "They must have put us together because they thought we were both girls, or boys. Honestly it could have been either with our names."
"Casey is a girl's name," Sam said angrily.
"And Sam is a boy's name," I shot back.
"Ok, calm down," her father said, and reached out to stop her from actually coming at me. "I'll go talk to that girl at the front desk. I'm sure they'll get this all sorted out. In the meantime, everyone just take it easy." The father left and I just stood there, staring at Sam and her mother. Under different circumstances I would have been excited to meet a girl like Sam. She was absolutely gorgeous, but I was too stressed to take the time to appreciate it properly.
"Why are you still here?" Sam asked me with a scowl. "Pack up your stuff and get out of my room."
"We don't know what they're going to say," I said defensively. "They could make you go to another room. I was here first."
"Ugh, whatever! Just get out of my room loser!" She shouted. I was a bit taken aback by her short temper. Instead of arguing, I just stayed quiet and let her mother deal with her. Her mom was holding on to her shoulders, and talking quietly, trying to calm her down. "Ugh, fine!" Sam huffed. "But I'm not waiting in here with him." She stormed out of the room, and her mother quickly followed. I sat back down, shaking my head and wondering if college was actually going to end up being just as shitty as high school had been.
I waited about twenty minutes, and then I could hear a commotion down the hall. I recognized the sound of Sam's voice shouting, and could hear her father too. I let out a long sigh, trying to prepare for whatever was about to happen. The shouting stopped, and then a moment later the father stepped into the room.
"Hi, Casey, right?" He said, walking over to me.
