How NOT to fall in love

*Kennedy's pov*

"Yes, mom, I have everything I need." I said clearly annoyed.

"Okay, honey. I just wanted to make sure you're all settled," my mom said. "Oh, I just can't believe my baby's starting college already!" She plopped down onto my new bed and started crying.

"Oh, come on, Carol it's not like she can't visit. You can call her whenever just to talk," my dad said.

Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. At least my roommate isn't here yet.

"Okay, okay," my mom said. I looked up hopefully. "But I want you to call me as soon as you finish your first classes," she scolded.

"Okay, I promise," I said hoping that they would leave before my roommate arrived. That would be totally embarrassing.

My mom gave me one last squeeze and a kiss on my head before walking out the door with my father.

"Bye, love you!" I added at the last second to make my mom more at ease.

Thank god.

Today was the day I finally got to leave my parent's house and live on campus. There's about two weeks until first semester and I was beyond excited to be starting college. And better yet, I'm attending college in California! I'm going to Los Angeles Harbor College which is about a ten minute drive to the beach.

I looked around at my boxes sitting on the floor surrounding my newly claimed twin size bed waiting to be unpacked. My pink, black, and white tribal printed comforter lay balled up at the foot of my bed along with my black sheets. I picked up my sheets and started fitting them onto my bed. After I finished getting my bed made, I heard a fairly loud knock on the doorframe. I turned to see a girl about 5'4" with long dark brown hair braided down one side of her body. She looked gorgeous.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey," she replied. "So I can see you already picked your side of the room."

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind," I said nervous at how relaxed and calm she seemed.

"No problem. I'm Baylee by the way," she said walking over to me and sticking her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Kennedy," I said with a smile as I shook her small hand.

"I'm just gonna take a quick shower," she said starting to drag suitcases and a few boxes into the room and on her bed. "I can still feel my brother's arms wrapped around me," she said while she did a fake body shiver. "Yuck."

I chuckled and returned to my unpacking.

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"So you really lived on a farm with 78 animals?" She asked as we both shared McDonald's french fries.

"Yeah, it really sucked," I said shoving another fry into my mouth. "I hated it. That's why I'm so happy to finally get away from home."

"Yeah, I'm just excited to live with no rules from my parents and on my own. See my parents are pretty strict and lame and wouldn't let me do a lot. Eventually I just started sneaking out at night and just doing whatever the hell I wanted because I didn't really care about anything. Still don't." She said throwing the empty french fry container in the trash can.

"Yeah, but you know there's still rules here," I said.

"Oh come on, don't be a prude Kay," she moaned lazily.

"I'm not, it's just. I don't know. I don't really want you to get in trouble and have to leave, you're pretty cool," I responded.

"Eh." She said clearly not caring.

"Just be careful," I said.

"I will, Kay, don't worry. And I won't get caught." At that moment she pulled out a small metal tin from under her bed and opened it. I could see about 7 rolled joints sitting in the bottom. She pulled one out and said, "You don't mind do you?"

I almost said no, but I realized better let her do it than have her peer pressure me. "I don't care."

"Rad," she said pulling a lighter out of her pants pocket and lighting the joint. She took a big drag and released the rolled weed from her mouth. She blew out a thick white gray cloud of smoke and I could instantly smell the marijuana smoke pouring out of her mouth and nose.

"Oh my god, Baylee!" I quietly scolded in case anyone outside our room was listening. "Aren't you gonna open a window or something!?"

"Oh shit, yeah, I forgot," she shrugged.

After making me hold her joint she walked to the window and opened it quietly. I noticed how dark it was already and looked at my phone for the time. It was only 9:26. I looked back up to see what was taking Baylee so long to open the window and realized she was unhooking the smoke alarm.

"How do you know how to do that?" I asked as she came over to me to retrieve her marijuana.

"Well I know a guy who was almost like a mentor of smoking weed to me. His dad was an electrician. And when you've smoked weed for a while, you learn things," she said with smoke pouring out of her smirking lips. "Wanna see something cool?" She asked.

"Sure," I said trying to sound not as excited as I was.

She came over and sat on the end of my bed. She took a long, slow drag of the joint and released it from her mouth once again. When she opened her mouth she must have sucked in through her nose because the smoke floated up her nostrils and she blew it all out into my face. I could clearly smell the smoke and after she returned to her bed I told her I was going to take a shower. She giggled a little and I assumed the effects were starting to hit her.

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After turning the shower off and drying myself off, I lazily brushed through my hair and blow dried it.

I walked out of the bathroom in my sweats and an old tshirt. I barely smelled the smoke from Baylee and realized she had found a fan and placed it in front of the window. She was talking on the phone to someone who could probably barely understand her.

"Hahahahaha," she started cracking up into the receiver as she fell over onto her side and clutched the phone in her hand. "That was funny you're funny I like you pizza man," she mumbled.

Oh shit. Was she trying to order pizza?

"Baylee who are you talking to?"

"The pizza man, Kay. I wanted pizza," she said with a straight face. She had absolutely no expression on her face and her mouth was slightly hanging open. "Wait. What?" She asked as she started laughing again.

I took the phone from her and told the guy on the other end to cancel whatever she had ordered. I heard a deep voice respond.

"This isn't the pizza delivery place," he said. "I'm Harry."

After I didn't say anything he said, "I'm Baylee's friend and I can tell she's high. So who is this?"

"Um. This is Kennedy. I'm Baylee's new roommate."

"Oh. Okay. So Kennedy," He said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"How would you and Baylee like to come to a frat party tonight?"

Notes

Hi! So first chapter! Hope you guys like it. Comment vote subscribe!