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Noah is sitting at the table across from my mother, staring down at the watch on his wrist. The blue of his polo shirt matches the light blue of his eyes, and his blond hair is combed and lightly gelled to perfection. Hey, college girl. He smiles a bright, perfectly lined smile as he stands.

He pulls me into a tight hug and I close my mouth when I catch his excessive cologne. Yeah, sometimes he overdoes it a bit with that. I give him an equally bright smile, trying to hide my nerves, and pull my dirty blond hair into a ponytail. Honey, we can wait a couple minutes while you fix your hair, my mother says quietly. I should have curled it the way she likes anyhow, as a little goodbye gift.

With a quick kiss on my cheek he disappears from the room, bags in hand, and my mother follows him.

Round two of styling my hair ends with a better result than the first, and I brush a lint roller over my gray dress one last time. As I go outside and walk to the car packed up with my things, the butterflies in my stomach dance around, making me slightly relieved that I have a two-hour drive to make them disappear.

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I have no idea what college will be like, and, unexpectedly, the question that keeps dominating my thoughts is: Will I make any friends? But really I was mostly in a daze of planning and obsessing. Hundreds of people, parents hugging and kissing their children goodbye, clusters of freshmen dressed head to toe in WCU gear, and a few stragglers, lost and confused, fill the area. The size of the campus is intimidating, but hopefully after a few weeks I will feel at home.

My mother insists that she and Noah accompany me to freshman orientation. My mother manages to hold a smile on her face the entire three hours and Noah listens intently, the same way that I do. I would like to see your dorm room before we head out.

Her eyes scan the old building, full of disapproval. She has a way of finding the worst in things. Noah smiles, lightening the mood, and my mother perks up. My only daughter, a college student, living on her own. Noah follows behind us, carrying my bags as we navigate through the corridors. Luckily, I see a large B painted on the wall.

Down here, I instruct when my mother begins to turn the opposite way. B22, my mother huffs.

Her heels are outrageously high for the amount of walking we endure. At the end of a long hallway, I slide the key into the old wooden door, and when it creaks open my mother lets out a loud gasp.

The room is small, with two single beds and two desks. Hey, she says, offering a smile, a smile that I find quite intriguing, much to my surprise. Hey, Tessa, nice to meet you. Welcome to WCU, where the dorms are tiny and the parties are huge. The crimson-haired girl grins wider. Her head falls back into a fit of laughter as she takes in the three horrified expressions in front of her.

Steph walks over, closing the gap between us, and wraps her thin arms around my body. Come in! The door opens and two boys walk inside before she finishes her greeting. Boys inside the female dorms on the first day?

Maybe Washington Central was a bad decision. Or perhaps I could have found a way to screen my roommate first? The poor woman looks like she might pass out any moment. His blond hair is styled straight up and there are sections of brown peeking through.

His arms are scattered with tattoos and the earrings in his ear are the size of a nickel. My name is Tessa, I manage to say. His expression is warm and inviting despite his harsh appearance. My eyes shift to the tall brown-haired boy leaning against the wall. His hair is a mop of thick waves on his head, pushed back off his forehead, and he has metal in his eyebrow and lip.

My focus moves down his black T-shirt to his arms, which are also covered in tattoos; not an inch of untouched skin is seen. I expect him to introduce himself the way that his friend did, but he stays quiet, rolling his eyes in annoyance and pulling a cell phone from the pocket of his tight black jeans. See you around, Tessa, Nate says and the three of them exit the room. I let out a long breath. Calling the last few minutes uncomfortable would be an understatement.

I sigh. I do my best to hide my nerves. Absolutely not. We are going to switch now. Her clean appearance clashes with the anger in her face; her long blond hair is flipped to one shoulder, yet every curl is still perfectly intact. You will not room with someone who allows men in like that—those punks, at that!

I look into her gray eyes, then to Noah. Please, I beg. And how humiliating it would feel.

Fine, she spits out, much to my surprise. In her usual style, a quick hug and kiss, she exits the dorm room, informing Noah that she will wait for him in the car. I inhale his cologne, the one I bought him two Christmases in a row, and sigh.

I wish you were here this year. My mother used to tease me growing up, claiming that a man grows an inch for every lie he tells. Noah brushes his lips across mine.

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Noah laughs and breaks away from me. Your mom. He kisses me on the cheek and hurries out the door, yelling, Call you tonight! Left alone, I think about his hasty exit for just a moment and then begin to unpack my bags.

Shortly, half my clothes are neatly folded and stored in one of the small dressers; the remainder are hung neatly in my closet. I cringe at the sheer amount of leather and animal print filling the other closet.

Feeling the beginnings of exhaustion from the day, I lie across the bed. I have a feeling she will be gone a lot, or, worse, she may have company over too often. So far college is neither what I had dreamed of nor expected. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be. I want to try to find a group of like-minded people I can talk to. I plan for a trip off campus tomorrow to get some more things for my dorm room. The sooner I get one, the better.

With thoughts of schedules, red-haired girls, and unfriendly men covered in tattoos, I drift to sleep with my planner still in hand. Maybe one of the two boys that she was with was her boyfriend? For her sake, I hope it was the blond one. Grabbing my toiletry bag, I make my way to the shower room. I can already tell that one of my least favorite things about dorm life is going to be the shower situation—I wish each of the rooms had their own bathrooms.

But when I reach the door, sure enough, there are two stick figures printed on the sign, one male and one female. Spotting an open shower stall, I skirt through the half-naked boys and girls quickly, pull the curtain closed tight, and undress, then hang my clothes on the rack outside by blindly poking one hand out of the curtain.

The shower stall is tiny, lined with a small rack to hang my clothes on while I shower and barely enough room to stretch my arms in front of me. I find my mind drifting to Noah and my life back home. Distracted, I turn around and my elbow knocks into the rack, knocking my clothes to the wet floor. The shower pours onto them, completely soaking them.

I groan to myself, hastily cutting the water off and wrapping my towel around myself. I grab my pile of heavy, soaked clothes and rush down the hall, desperately hoping no one sees me. I reach my room and shove the key in, instantly relaxing when I push the door closed behind me.

Where is Steph? Did you hear me? I asked you where Steph is, I repeat, trying to be slightly more polite this time. What is he even doing in here? I bite my tongue, trying to keep my rude comments to myself.

Well, could you like. Probably because he was too rude to actually speak to me yesterday. Unsure how I should respond to his rude remark, I huff and walk to my dresser. Either that or he finds me unattractive. I hastily put on a bra and panties, followed by a plain white shirt and khaki shorts. Are you done yet? I did nothing to you.

What is your problem?! He silently stares at me for a moment. And while I await for his apology. Dimples indent both of his cheeks as he continues on, and I feel like a complete idiot, unsure what to do or say.

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The door opens and Steph bursts in. I have a hell of a hangover, she says dramatically, and her eyes dart back and forth between the two of us. Sorry, Tess, I forgot to tell you Hardin would be coming by. She shrugs apologetically.

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Your boyfriend is rude. The words tumble out before I can stop them. Steph looks over at the boy. And then they both burst into laughter. What is it with people laughing at me? Calming down, she turns and scowls at this Hardin. What did you say to her? Then, looking back at me: Hardin has a. Lovely, so basically what she is saying is that Hardin is, simply, at his core, a rude person. The English boy shrugs and changes the channel with the remote in his hand.

But he's also rude - to the point of cruelty, even. For all his attitude, Tessa should hate Hardin. And she does - until she finds herself alone with him in his room.

Something about his dark mood grabs her, and when they kiss it ignites within her a passion she's never known before.

He'll call her beautiful, then insist he isn't the one for her and disappear again and again. Despite the reckless way he treats her, Tessa is compelled to dig deeper and find the real Hardin beneath all his lies. He pushes her away again and again, yet every time she pushes back, he only pulls her in deeper. Tessa already has the perfect boyfriend.

So why is she trying so hard to overcome her own hurt pride and Hardin's prejudice about nice girls like her? New titles are added every day!We stop walking when we reach a group of people crowded on and around a couch. You could borrow something of mine? The light reflects off his mouth, and I think I spot a piece of metal on his tongue, but he closes his mouth too quickly for me to be sure. For all his attitude, Tessa should hate Hardin. But all her secrets are about to be laid bare. But really I was mostly in a daze of planning and obsessing.

He thinks we can be a family.