Hit different part one of two
Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm 23 years old currently and I have a degree in business and Writing. I started my publishing business 2 years ago after saving up nearly 3 million dollars. I built my company from the ground up since I was 19 and after I graduated I immediately started working on my business more and more. I publish books about my past, autobiographies that no one knows are autobiographies. I write stories about my childhood, my school life, and about my experiences with love.
So I'd like to share a story with you, one that takes me back all the way to my first year in college.
The story I wrote was inspired by me scrolling on Instagram and finding an old photo of my old fling. I was tagged in the photo. The picture was of me in the middle, my old roommate beside me, smiling with her head on my shoulder. Him on my other side lying in my lap with a blunt in his mouth. That young troublemaker from so long ago. So young she didn't know what she would be doing 6 years from now. I sat there, red eyed, drunk looking. I had my hair braided back, I remember it was the day I came back from the Olympics, I won a gold medal and everyone celebrated my return from Tokyo.
I smiled at the photo, immediately sparking my memory and giving me inspiration for a new book for my readers to enjoy. It had been nearly a year since I'd given them a new story, and it was perfect. I remember that entire 4 years like it was yesterday. Every outburst, every tournament, every word, and I remember it all after trying to forget about it.
I jumped on my computer and started my rough draft, which turned into a final draft, re read, changed things, edited, created a cover, created the design. And after a few weeks.. I published it.
A new book..
(This story will not be told as if it is her book, just telling it from how her college life went)
I turned 17 last year, I graduated early and applied to college. My academics and participation in sports in my country awarded me and paid for my tuition in full. As of now I am enrolled in a college, majoring in Literature/ writing and minoring in Business.Since Archery and sword fighting gained me quite a bit of tuition money, I was accepted into the Archery club. There wasn't a sword fighting club so Archery was the only choice for me.
My mother had died 3 years previous to me receiving my acceptance letter, and my father went off to join the war after she died so I haven't seen him in a long time due to him being in recovery. I was living with my aunt and she helped me pack and she even offered to send my stuff to my dorm while I was touring Europe with my high school's Archery club. Even though I was nervous to get the letter, I still pushed through and when I returned it was time to get the 4 years over with.
First term: January 19th
I look at the large university before me. No, actually large is an understatement. This school is beautiful, modern, and overall worth the money.
I continue to gawk at the exterior instead of trying to walk through the actual doors to look at the interior. Yea let's establish the fact that yes, I am academically and physically inclined, but I am still in fact a dumb ass.
"Um, may I help you ma'am?" A woman with dark hair questions. Probably me Staring at the building for 20 minutes sparked her curiosity.
"Oh sorry, it's just a really cool building- um so I'm going to go inside now, sorry if I concerned you" I say before grabbing my things and rushing up the stairs.
When I enter the building, the amazing architecture that I obsessed over 20 minutes ago becomes even more enthralling. The front desk is surrounded by wood architecture, twisted pieces and other shapes from the ground to the roof probably hundreds of feet above my head.
"Hi um here's my acceptance letter copy, and the paper work that you wanted" I say handing the front desk lady the required items.
"Of course, welcome to our school Mrs.L/N" she replies. Before handing me an envelope.
I give her a light smile in return before hauling my things to the elevator.
Once I reach the top floor (floor 17 in dorm building)
I reach in the envelope to find 2 keys, (an extra and the main key) to get into my room. I walk in and see that my roommate kindly put my bed together and organized everything. I do plan to rearrange things, but I'm really grateful that they decided to do the work for me. I guess it's because they moved in before me and they got tired of all my boxes laying around unopened.
I set my things up in my separate closet. Orientation in the assembly room is in 25 minutes and I slacked due to my staring problem. Great.
After I am finally finished, I pull out my phone with the school's campus navigation app and start my walk to the parking lot to get to the assembly room. The school is so gigantic that I need a navigation app just to get to an assembly room.
Once I arrive at my destination , there are thousands of students in the seats. The room is huge, seats from the floor to about half way up to the ceiling. I choose a seat beside a short, Ashe blonde, petite girl about my age. "Hiya doll! Are you a first year?" She asks with a friendly smile.
"Oh, yes. Um what year are you?" I ask softly
"I'm in my first year too, hopefully we're roommates, it'd be nice to have a pretty roommate" she says, complimenting me.
"Oh hehe, thank you, it'd be nice to have a friendly face near by" I say. She smiles and turns her head as the school's organizer begins to talk and everyone in the room falls silent.
"Welcome first years! And welcome back everyone else. In this assembly we will be going over your questions, concerns, organization, rules, expectations, ect. Remember that this assembly is to clear the air for the school. This has almost nothing to do with your individual classes. Some classes may have other rules or not expect as much from you, you will have to take that up when you start your classes tomorrow." A man starts. He is tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a stern voice that catches your attention. He looks about in his early 40s.
"In this school we offer the option of designing majors and choosing minors. If you have done your research you already designed your major or have one in mind. Remember you do not have to pick a major until your third year. Until then you are free to just learn our regular studies."
The man goes on and on for about 3 hours until the time reaches 3 pm.
"Alright students, tomorrow is your first day here at our school, so we will not be serving lunch today. You are free to roam the school grounds and dormitory areas but until tomorrow, all student only accesses will be denied." He says earning an "aww" from some students.
Everyone picks their purses, bags, notebooks ect up from its sitting place and the doors open to start letting students out.
The Ashe blonde girl catches up to me and bumps me to catch my attention. "Hey! They posted the roommate pairings on the school app. Wanna check?" She asks.
"Oh uh, sure" I say before getting out my phone. I log in and go to my notifications."
"Congratulations L/N, F/N! You have been paired with first year student Hitch Dreyse.. (additional information about this student) your room is on the 17th floor of dorm building 1. Inspections are next week so keep tidy! (Additional information on dorm room inspections and dorm rules)."
"That's me! My name's Hitch, but you can call me whatever" she says putting her hand out in front of me to shake.
"My name is Y/N, but whatever is fine just try not to say my name wrong" I joke, shaking her hand back.
"Of course doll. No worries I won't mess it up. But anyways I'm going to a party tonight so you're welcome to come with me. Everyone from last year who got accepted is coming" she mentions as we walk towards the parking lot.
"Oh I'm a foreign student, I didn't go to high school here" I mention, opening the car door to my black Jeep Wrangler which just so happens to be parked beside her Subaru.
"Wow that's your car? Niiiice! Anyways well I'll see you back at the dorm. I'm gonna go get lunch" she says over the top of her car.
I give her a thumbs up before sliding in the passenger seat of my own car. I push the engine button and push my keys into the pocket underneath the climate system. My phone automatically connects to the car and I play my first year college playlist full of at least 2,000 songs for one full year of college.
The first song that comes on is Hit different by Sza and Ty dolla sign. Sza is one of my favorite artists, the control she has over her vocals, her honey tone, and not to mention she is drop dead gorgeous.
I drive the 3 minutes to the dorm building area and take a walk up to the front desk. I researched the school before I came and once I received my acceptance letter there were a bunch of other security expectations along with it. At the assembly the man even said that when we return from anywhere off campus, we must have our room keys, and our student identification on us to get through the front desk because of how big the school is.
"Hello, I remember you from this morning, may I see your identification please?" The woman from a few hours ago asks. I comply and show her the identification they gave me in my envelope. It's a card that they scan, a lanyard that must stay around your neck during school hours. They scan it with a thing that looks similar to something that you might see grocers use to scan your items. Once she scans the QR code on the back of my lanyard she sees my identification on her screen.
"Alright have a good afternoon Mrs. L/N. I'll try to remember you!" She says waving as I walk towards the elevator.
Once I am in my room I jump on my bed and sigh. I look around the room.
When you walk there is a large potted tropical plant about one foot from the door. The plant belongs to me, a going away gift given to me by my aunt. About 2 feet from that is a small light brown wooden nightstand with a white wooden tray that carries a photograph of me, my mom, my dad, my aunt, and my fraternal twin brother. A white apple spice scented candle, my night cream, a light bulb lamp, and an art book.
Next to that would of course be my bed. The headboard is a beige fabric, the duvet covers are white with a pillow patching the headboard in the middle of the two normal pillows. And for a lamp, there is a gold mounted lamp that is flexible. In front of my bed is a chest that carries an eating tray, shoes that wouldn't fit in my closet, toiletries and my shower caddy, condoms, ect.
About 6 feet away from my bed straight is Hitch's bed. Her side of the room is tidy right now. But there are a few things on her rug that stretches 4 feet from her bed.
I sigh again and pick up my phone to go to the door dash app to order food. I decide to order some pizza from a nearby Greek restaurant. We had plenty of Greek restaurants by my house in my home town, they only have two in the city. I order 3 slices of pepperoni pizza and one slice of cheese, an orange soda, and some Baklava for dessert.
30 minutes latter (stomach growling)
A notification pops up on my phone from the school app.
"Hello, Ms. L/N! Your delivery from Alpha Pizza is at the delivery desk in the student lounge on your floor. Please press (received) when you retrieve your order!"
I put back on my shoes and walk out to the left. I turn a corner and see a led sign that says "lounge room 17" I press my lanyard against the scanner and open the door. I walk in and see two students watching a movie, two first years, a girl with a crown braid with her hand down a guy with an undercuts pants.
"Beat it bitch" he whispers loud enough for me to hear. I roll my eyes and throw a condom at his face before walking out in the direction to my room. I laugh before reaching in my pocket to retrieve my room key.
"W- fuck!" I whisper yell as I set my pizza on the floor to try searching my jacket pockets and my pants for the key.
"DAMMIT" I yell.
I remember what the assembly guy said.
"It's best to keep your room keys on your lanyard or on your car keys or in a card pocket on your phone so you don't lose it. Creating an extra one will cost 40 dollars."
I squat down, face palming myself.
"You dumb ass" I moan into my hands, pulling the skin under my eyes dramatically.
Between the cracks in my fingers I see a pair of adidas trainers, big feet so I assume a man. Although I don't judge a woman by her feet, I do wear a size 8 myself.
"Need some help?" A disembodied voice says. I look up to see a guy. Long hair pulled into a man bun, Forest green eyes, a black hoodie with the words Alpha on it. I see he is probably part of a Fraternity since the Greek alphabet consists of that word, but I just ordered from a pizza place named alpha, he could be an employee there or a fan of their food.
"Um please" I ask appealingly. He chuckles before taking a key out of his pocket.
"That's, that's not my key" I point out obviously.
"Nope, my high school teacher’s the Assembly guy you saw today. He gave me this key, it opens every dorm room. He asked me to go around opening everyone's doors because everyone kept emailing the school that they got stuck out of their room" he says before unlocking it and pushing the door open for me.
"Thanks, and um I guess you think I'm a dumb ass for getting locked out huh?" I ask before taking my shoes off and hoping onto my bed.
"Nah. Happened to me twice today" he says from outside my door.
"Oh you want some pizza, I kind of lost my appetite from those first years in the lounge room so I probably won't eat all of this" I offer.
"Sure, no mushrooms right?" He jokes
"None," I reply.
He comes to sit on my floor. The rule is in these colleges for either seniority or chivalry purposes that a guy can't sit on a girls bed unless they are engaging in sexual intercorse or are dating otherwise they sit at a desk or on the floor. I don't have a desk so he sits on the carpeted floor beside my bed enjoying a piece of extra pepperoni pizza.
"Are you part of a Fraternity?" I ask, pointing to his hoodie.
"Ah no I'm not, I think living here is pretty dope. This is my roommates. He's a first year, that was probably him in the lounge room." He says grabbing another piece of pizza.
"So how old are you? I mean if we're asking questions about each other, might as well know the basics" he asks.
"Ok, well my birth name is Y/N, but I like to be called N/N or whatever just not the Incorrect version of my name or nickname. I'm 17, I graduated early but I'm turning 18 tomorrow. I'm a little over 5 foot 8 inches, I'm from Greece, I'm studying Literature and Business" I say.
"Cool, and happy early birthday by the way." He mentions.
"So what about you?" I ask.
"Ah, well people call me Titan boy, um my name's Eren.. you can call me whatever just don't call me orphan because that's just fucked up" he laughs. I laugh back.
"I'm 18 and I'll turn 19 in March. I graduated on time and I was a recommendation to the school, jokes on them because I haven't even decided what I want to study" he jokes.
"Pffft. So they expected highly of you and you gave them the disappointment of not choosing a subject to study?" I burst out laughing and turn on my back.
He nods while silently laughing.
We both jump when the door opens.
"Ahhhh shit um I didn't know you guys were- I didn't see a scrunchy on the handle so I assumed-" she starts panicking turning her back on us.
"Hitch, we're just eating pizza" I say before she shuts up and turns around.
"Oh.. well Um, Panera bread was closed so.. can I get a piece?" She asks. Me and Eren burst out laughing again and He slides her the pizza box.
"Hehe sorry" she says, taking the rest of the pizza to her bed.
It's half past 8, me and Eren are playing a game where we punch each other in the side and whatever noise comes out is the noise you make during sex.
"What the fuck have you ever had sex?" He asks.
"No HAHAHAA" I say as he punches me in the side.
He does it another time before his fist actually meets the side of my rib cage, making me hiss in pain, And lean into his chest because I can't hold myself up.
"Woa are you ok chick?" He asks.
"Fuuuuuck" I say mindlessly lifting up the side of my shirt to reveal several bruises on both my sides as we alternated sides before so we wouldn't put so much pressure on one side.
"Shit- I'm sorry" he says looking at the numerous bruises he put on both sides of my body.
"It's alright.. here" I say going to lift up his shirt. Apart from the fact that he doesn't have any bruises he does however have a totally toned body. His pecks are rather huge and his abs are built.
"Woa.. if you wanted a peak you could have just asked" he jokes. I punch him in the stomach before getting up to go over to The mini fridge in the center of the room.
I grab an ice pack and go to my chest to get other items to treat my bruises.
"Wow, you’re really experienced with bruises huh?" He asks.
"Don't ask, anyways.. since you gave me these nasty marks, you're going to fix them" I say bravely.
"Huh? I mean.. ok" he says before taking the supplies out of my hand.
I take my shirt off and place it beside me. I unbutton my pants and pull them down to where the bruises stop. I sit on my calves and wait for him to do something.
He blushes before placing the big ice packs on both my sides. 20 minutes goes by and he then applies a heating pad. After that he takes the elastic bandage and goes around my waist. He ties it in the back and then puts my stuff away.
"Thanks" I say before putting my shirt back on and buttoning back my pants.
"You are- tch one hell of a girl" Eren says before grabbing his shoes.
"Where are you going?" I ask, throwing the pizza box away.
"Um there's a party I got invited to at 10 and it takes an hour to get there so I gotta get going." He replies.
"Oh, is it that welcome party? Hitch mentioned it at the Assembly." I ask.
"Yea. My friend Jean is hosting it and he's expecting me so.. I mean if you wanna come I think everyone's invited except anyone under 17" he mentions.
"Yea... I think I will go" I say before biting my lip.
Virginity may leave today, I might get drunk tonight, and I might regret it tomorrow. But condoms are my friend, and birth control is not my enemy so let's get lit!
End of Chapter one (hit different part one)