Just A Little Bit

Elizabeth Wayner had the longest black hair I had ever seen. It fell just past her waist and was as straight as a ruler, black, and flawless. To say I was jealous would be an understatement. Not only did her hair sparkle in the shining sun, but her body was perfect size- 5 foot 7 inches, long toned legs, flat stomach, and perfect facial structure, with the exception of one ear being bigger than the other. If I knew she was going to be my room mate, I would've dressed in something nicer than oversized sweats.

Her hazel eyes crinkled when she saw me standing in the doorway, awkwardly holding onto my last box of desk supplies. "Hey." She chirped, coming over to hug me over the box. I struggled to give her one back but just resulted in my box falling to the floor. Thank God nothing important fell out.

"Hi." I said under my breath, crouching down to pile the pens and papers back in the cardboard. I thought she had money? Why was she using the poorest parts of the dorms?

I wanted to ask her but instead moved on to the small black desk in the corner that I'd claimed as mine. Every other time I've been moving stuff in, she hasn't been here. Occasionally I'd see a box or two, but I never talked with her. The only way I knew she existed was because of last year, when she started a 'Prevent Suicide' Campaign for her younger sister's high school. There were flyers everywhere and she even gave a little speech over the announcements.

"Can you believe we start next week?" Her excitement bubbled in her words, making her optimism quite contagious. I shrugged, slumping down on the bed farthest from the window and closer to the closet. Elizabeth watched me with those deer eyes of hers, a grin washing over her features.

"I can believe it, but I don't want to."

She bit her lip and looked away. "We should celebrate,"

I crinkled my brows, sitting up a little more. What was she talking about? I barely knew her and now she wanted to go out like we were friends? Not that I would mind being her friend...

"With a party!" Her wide eyes were back on me, bright and clearly eager for whatever she had planned. I frowned. A party wasn't really my thing. The last time I went to one of them, I got so drunk I puked on my lifelong crush and to make it worse, he remembered.

"I heard the frat boys from Alpha are throwing a party tomorrow night! We should go! Especially because I find Harry really hot."

"Wait," Her fast talking was making my brain do loops. I tried concentrating on what she had just said. First about the frat boys throwing a party, and then offering to go to said party, and finally a guy named Harry being really hot. "So there's a party-"

"Yes."

"With how many guys?"

"Five who starts it but many more to come."

"And you think which one is hot?"

I never thought I'd see the day when Elizabeth blushed. I should've caught it on camera- how her sharp cheeks sported a rosy red. She sighed heavily, looking up at the fan swaying.

"All of them are very attractive. Harry Styles is like an indie star- long hair, bandanas, ripped jeans," She looked pointedly at me and I nodded, waiting for her to continue. "Niall Horan is second on my list. He's got really pretty blue eyes and the normal frat boy look. Same with Louis Tomlinson, though he was a little edge to him," She stopped for breath. "Liam Payne is the muscle man- strong biceps, nice deep voice. Very trustworthy but the wild streak runs through him as well. Last, but certainly not least, is Zayn Malik,"

Her eyes found mine again. Her small smile at the beginning of her introduction was now gone and in tact was a small scowl. I raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Zayn Malik really only got into the fraternity because he bought himself the position. Complete bad boy. Really handsome, though. Never talks. Oh and he's a man whore."

I coughed. "Nice language." I praised. I had a sailor mouth and this was another first for me- seeing Elizabeth saying something so crude about someone.

"It's the truth. I don't mean to be rude... He picks up girls and three hours later will leave them. Won't ever let anyone stay over at his place for the night. Always sends them away. Shame really. There have been rumors that he has trust issues."

I rolled my eyes and flipped onto my stomach, facing away from her and the crazy shit coming from her mouth.

"And you want us to go to these people's party?"

"They throw the best."

I sighed, biting my lip and thinking hard for an excuse not to go out. After a minute ticked by with no insight, I agreed.

"I'll go, but only on my terms. I don't want anything too crazy to drink. And I'm coming back before 2."

Elizabeth squealed. I cringed inwardly. She was such a girl. I hope my squeals don't sound like that. What if they do? Oh my God, that would be awful...

"I'll text Chris and Maddy."

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