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He laughs and my mouth drops. 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. Poles Apart. Skip this list. We live in a time where people ask which school you went to before asking your last name. He pushes her away again and again, yet every time she pushes back, he only pulls her in deeper. Amazing love story.

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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. 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. 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. 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.

Plus I have to go to get some things for my desk and walls. I look at Hardin, who, of course, is acting as if neither of us is in the room with him. Wait, how are you getting to the store? I was going to take the bus. I was going to read and Skype with Noah. Hardin can drop you on the way to his place. Just come. But a party? Oh no!

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I was really looking forward to hanging out with you, he dryly replies, his voice so full of sarcasm that I want to throw a book at his curly head. The curious side of me, which I admit is quite large, is desperate to ask him where he is from.

The competitive side of me wants to prove that smug face of his wrong. It sounds like it might be fun. Hardin shakes his head in disbelief and Steph squeals before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. I need more details to ease my nerves, and having him around is no help at all.

Where is the party? Is it within walking distance? I ask her, trying to sound calm as I align my books neatly on the shelf. Her mouth is wide open as she layers more mascara onto her lashes. Somehow riding with him seems unbearable. Why is he so rude? Okay, maybe I am judging him a little, but not to his face. In my home, tattoos and piercings are not a normal thing.

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I always had to have my hair combed, my eyebrows plucked, and my clothes clean and ironed. The dresses she picks out are so inappropriate that I keep looking around for a hidden camera and someone to jump out and tell me this is all a joke.

I cringe at each one and she laughs, obviously finding my distaste humorous. The dress—no, piece of scrap material—she chooses is a black fishnet, which lets her red bra show through. The only thing keeping her from showing her entire body is a solid black slip.

The dress barely reaches the tops of her thighs and she keeps tugging the material up to reveal more leg, then back down to reveal more cleavage.

The heels of her shoes are at least four inches tall. Her flaming red hair is pulled into a wild bun with curls escaping down to her shoulders and her eyes are lined with blue and black liner, somehow even more eyeliner than she had on before. The first one sort of did, but not as bad as you would think.

That sounds terrible, I tell her and she laughs. It occurs to me that she probably finds me as strange as I find her. My hand slides over the fabric. What is wrong with my dress? I ask, trying to hide how offended I am.

The maroon material is soft but sturdy, the same material business suits are made of. The collar goes up to my neck and the sleeves are three-quarter length, hitting just under my elbows. You could borrow something of mine? I cringe at the idea of trying to squeeze into one of her tiny dresses.

Later, when my hair is perfectly curled and lying down my back, I push two bobby pins in, one on each side to keep it out of my face. My eyes always look a little too large for my face, but I prefer to wear minimal makeup and usually just put on a little mascara and lip balm. With a smile, she hands me three pencils: I roll them around in my fingers, deciding between the black and brown.

The purple will look great with your eyes, she says, and I smile but shake my head. Your eyes are so unique—want to trade?

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But Steph has beautiful green eyes; why would she even joke about trading with me? I take the black pencil and draw the thinnest possible line around both eyes, earning a proud smile from Steph. Her phone buzzes and she grabs her purse.

I keep my head down and just as I look up, I see Hardin lean up in the front seat. He must have been bending down.

Hardin glares at me as I climb in behind Steph and end up getting stuck sitting directly behind him. You do know that we are going to a party, not a church, right, Theresa? I prefer Tessa, I warn him. Theresa reminds me of my father, and I would rather not hear it.

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I lean back against my seat and roll my eyes. I stare out the window, trying to drown out the loud music as we drive. Finally, Nate parks on the side of a busy street lined with large, seemingly identical houses. Messy strings of toilet paper sprawl up the white house, and the noise coming from inside adds to the stereotypical frat house theme. I gulp. The lawn is full of people holding red cups, some of them dancing, right there on the lawn.

A full house, hurry up, Hardin responds and gets out of the car, slamming the car door behind him. What surprises me is that no one else that I see is covered in tattoos like he, Nate, and Steph are.

Maybe I can make some friends here tonight after all. I follow Steph and Nate into the crowded living room and am handed a red cup. I put the cup on the counter and continue to walk through the house with them. We stop walking when we reach a group of people crowded on and around a couch. I assume they are friends with Steph, given their appearance.

They are all tattooed like her, and sitting in a row on the couch. Unfortunately, Hardin is on the right arm of the couch, but I avoid looking at him as Steph introduces me to the group. This is Tessa, my roommate. She just got here yesterday so I figured I would show her a good time for her first weekend at WCU, she explains.

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One by one they nod or smile at me. All of them seem so friendly, except Hardin, of course. A very attractive boy with olive-toned skin reaches out his hand and shakes mine. His hands are slightly cold from the drink he was holding, but his smile is warm. 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.

Leave it to Steph to bring Little Miss Priss to a party, a tiny girl with pink hair says under her breath.

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I pretend not to hear her so I can avoid any kind of confrontation. Miss Priss? I need to avoid party drama at all costs. I shake my head and make my way to the door. I should be in my pajamas curled up with a novel right now.

I could be Skyping with Noah, whom I miss terribly. Even sleeping would be better than sitting outside this dreadful party with a bunch of drunken strangers. I decide to text Noah. I walk to the edge of the yard, since it seems to be the least crowded space. I miss you. I hit send and sit on the stone wall waiting for his reply. A group of drunk girls walk by giggling and stumbling over their own feet.

He responds quickly: Why not? I miss you too, Tessa. I wish I was there with you and I smile at his words.

Shit, sorry! The guy stumbles and pulls himself up to lean against the low wall. My bad, really, he mumbles and sits down. This party could not get any worse. First that girl called me prissy, and now my dress is soaked with God knows what type of alcohol—and it really smells. Sighing, I pick up my phone and walk inside to find a bathroom. I push my way through the crowded hall and try to open every door on the way, none of them budging.

I try not to think about what people are doing in the rooms. I make my way upstairs and continue my hunt for a bathroom. Finally, one of the doors does open. Can I help you? Hardin sits up with her still on his torso. His face is flat—not amused or embarrassed at all.

He must do this type of thing all the time. He must be used to being caught in frat houses practically having sex with strange girls. Sorry, I. This is so uncomfortable. These two seem to be a good match. Both tattooed, and both rude.

So go find a bathroom. She rolls her eyes and I nod, leaving the room. After the door closes I lean my back against it. Instead of trying to find a bathroom, I decide to find the kitchen and clean myself off there. The last thing I want to do is open another door and find drunken hormonal college students on top of one another.

I have to reach around a brunette puking in the sink to grab a paper towel and wet it. As I wipe it over my dress, small white flakes of the cheap paper towel cover the wet spot, making it worse. Frustrated, I groan and lean against the counter. Having fun? Nate asks as he approaches me. He smiles sweetly and takes a sip of his drink. All night. He laughs and my mouth drops. When would Steph want to leave? Hopefully soon. I begin to panic. I ask him, well aware of his bloodshot eyes.

If I wreck or get pulled over with underage drinkers in the car I would get in so much trouble. Finally, after pointing around and yelling Steph! His hand moves up into the air and he points into the next room. He is really a sweet guy—why does he hang out with Hardin? As I turn to where he indicated, all I hear is my own gasp as I spot her.

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She, along with two other girls, are dancing on a table in the living room. A drunk guy climbs up and joins them, his hands gripping her hips. I expect her to swat his hands off but she just smiles and pushes her bottom against him. I know.

I reach into my purse and check my messages from him. She will lose it if she thinks something happened to me on my first weekend of college. Steph slurs and leans her head on my shoulder. You having fun yet, roomie? She giggles, obviously heavily intoxicated. I think. I need. I mean spin, she says, laughing, and her body lurches forward. She is going to get sick, I tell Nate. He nods and lifts her into his arms, draping her body over his shoulder.

Follow me, he instructs and heads upstairs. He opens a door halfway down the hall, finding a bathroom quickly, of course. Right as he places her on the floor by the toilet, she begins to vomit. I look away but grab her red hair and gently hold it back away from her face. Finally, after more vomit than I can handle seeing, she stops and Nate hands me a towel.

She is going to need to sleep it off, he says. You can stay in there, too, he says, seeming to read my mind. Together we get her up off the floor and help her walk across the hall and into a dark bedroom. I sit down on the bed next to Steph and make sure her head is comfortable. I turn on a lamp and look around the room, my eyes immediately going to the bookshelves that cover one of the walls.

Since this perks my mood up, I go over to it and scan through the titles. Whoever owns this collection is impressive; there are many classics, a whole range of different types of books, including all of my favorites. Spying Wuthering Heights, I pull it off the shelf.

I turn to see his long legs pulling him toward me and he snatches the book from my hand and tosses it back onto the shelf. My mind is whirling. He rudely clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face. Nate told me to bring Steph in here. My voice is soft, barely audible. He takes a step closer and lets out a deep breath.

I gesture to his bed, causing his eyes to follow my hand. She drank too much and Nate said—. I heard you the first time. He runs his hand through his messy hair, clearly upset. Why does he care so much if we are in his room? You are a part of this fraternity? I ask him. Hardin is far from what I imagined a frat boy to be like.

Yeah, so? The space between us is less than two feet, and when I try to inch away from him my back hits the bookcase. Does that surprise you, Theresa? I sigh and turn away from him, basically facing into the wall of books. Or cry. It has been a long day, so I will most likely cry before slapping him. And what a sight that would be. When I turn around he has the small ring in his lip between his teeth.

What made him decide to put a hole in his lip and eyebrow?


That had to be painful. We are, he says, but no one stays in my room. His arms cross over his chest, and for the first time since I met him, I can make out the shape of one of his tattoos. Hardin, with a flower tattoo? The black and gray design resembles a rose from this distance, but there is something surrounding the flower that takes the beauty from it, adding darkness to the delicate form. Feeling brave and annoyed, I let out a laugh. I see. So only girls who make out with you can come into your room?

As the words leave my mouth his smile grows. Hardin is far from my type, but I would never actually say that to him. You are. The music through the wall is like an itching sensation.