I stared at my room door, key clenched in my hand and nervousness keeping me still. I had been standing there for at least two whole minutes, sometimes walking back and forth trying to calm down my nerves. Why was I so nervous? Was I scared? I shouldn't be scared! This is very different from back then. Things have changed and history shall not repeat itself.

"I will be fine." I muttered to myself.

I quickly shook off the feeling, took a deep breath, and unlocked the room door. I slowly pushed the door open and looked inside. By the looks of it, no one else has stopped by yet. I let out a sigh of relief as I looked around the room once more. The room wasn't big, but wasn't super small either. There were two beds. One to the left and the other to the right. The one to the left seemed a bit cleaner and was closer to the window so I chose that one. There were two desks and I chose the one closer to his bed. After choosing where I wanted my stuff to be, I began to push my boxes into the room and unpack.

Everything was going fine for a while. No people had stopped by, I haven't seen anyone I knew, and I had almost got all my packing done. Around 15 minutes after unpacking, I heard a knock at the door. I halted myself and waited a few moments to see if they would knock again. After two minutes, I began to turn my attention away from the door. Maybe they got the wrong room-

BAM!

BAM!

The person on the other side of the door began to pound at the door. I swiftly sprinted to the door and opened it. At the door was a man. He was about 6'5 and had pale skin. Though most of his face was covered by a mask and a hat, I could see his eyes which were a dark, stormy grey hue. He had a backpack on and was holding a box in one arm. He must be my roommate. I backed up from the door and sat back down on my bed.

I was now less tense than before, since I now knew that my roommate was someone I didn't recognize. I went back to doing what I was doing before, which was reading a book. Though I couldn't get into the same mood I was in before because of the awkward feeling in the room. Was something out of place? I peered up from my book and saw the man staring at me. We briefly made eye contact before he looked away.

"Do you need help?" I asked, thinking that something was wrong.

He stayed silent and didn't even spare me a glance. Guess there was nothing wrong-

"What book are you reading?" He asked.

His voice sounded low, yet also modulated. Deep yet calm.

"'Ophelia and the Marvelous Boy'" I answered.

The man chuckled and turned back to face me, "Isn't that book for kids?"

I was definitely taken aback by this, but I was certainly not defeated. That's when I noticed something in the box he was holding.

I smiled and made a remark back, "At least I'm not the one caring a bear plushie with me to college. "

Just as he shot up to say something back, there was a knocking at the door that stopped him.

I sprinted to the door and opened it. Standing at the door was my dear sister Wendy. She seemed very excited, but then her look turned into a look of anger as she moved past Gavin.

"Who the fuck is he?" Wendy asked, staring directly into the man's grey eyes.

Oh shit.

Nervously, I introduced Wendy to my roommate,"Wendy, this is my roommate. Roommate, this is my sister Wendy."

"I didn't ask for an introduction! I asked for an explanation as to who the hell this is, Gavin!" Wendy demanded, her patience withering.

"Wendy, calm down. I-"

"Don't you FUCKING tell me to-"

"Wendy!" A girl's voice called out her name from the doorway.

Wendy turned and saw the girl, who was our old friend Diana, breathing heavily like she was running.

That's when hell broke loose.

I sat there on my bed watching the three of them argue about what the hell was going on. I was too nervous that I would say something stupid, so I didn't join the argument. Wendy always has a trust issue with new people I meet ever since we were kids. It was a normal thing for her to get all protective and angry when she sees someone new, but sometimes it can be annoying like in this situation.

Annoyed by the amount of noise and attention these three were making, I decided that now was the perfect time to go to the campus library. I got out of my bed and grabbed my bag that had my phone and computer in it, then I hurried my way past the three out of the room.

While walking to the library, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched or followed. Even though I looked around multiple times and saw that nothing was following me nor nobody was staring at me. Once I got to the library, I let out a sigh of relief as there weren't many people around. It was completely silent which is just the way I like it.

I found a good seat and tried to scroll through my phone to find something to read online since the library was only filled with textbooks, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of someone staring at me. It felt like eyes were following my every move. I peered up from my phone and looked around to try and find the source of eyes staring at me, but again I found no one staring at me. Just as I was about to look back down at my phone, I noticed my roommate was sitting in the library a few seats away from me.

When did he get here?

Slowly, I put my phone away and got up. In the most calming way someone can, I walked away and hid behind a bookshelf that was a bit far from where I was sitting, but still close enough to see my roommate.

I watched him from afar, still hiding behind the bookshelf. When did he get here? Was he following me?

He then looked up from the computer and our eyes met for a moment. Quickly, I ducked behind the bookshelf and waited. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, I let out a sigh of relief thinking that he might've not recognized me or maybe wasn't looking at me. Quickly, I headed my way to the front of the library and tried to find the exit. While on my way there, I again felt someone staring at me.

I looked around and still saw no one! My fear began to worsen as I heard footsteps and I just started to run. It was more of a jog, since I'm still inside of a building, but I was close enough to running.

I stopped next to a bookshelf and catched my breath. My heart was beating so fast and loud because of fear and adrenaline that someone could probably hear it in the next aisle.

That's when I realized I was lost.

Shit!

The footsteps then stopped and I felt a tug on the back of my sweater. The tug was strong enough to make me fall back. I fell down to the floor and saw my roommate. Was he the one following me?

"Ouch! What the hell do you want?" I asked. I grew annoyed seeing who it was. I actually thought my life was in danger because of this punk ass?

"I don't think you told me your name." He said with the same calm voice as before.

"Are you fucking serious!?" I whisper yelled.

"Yes."

I groan and stand up, "My name is Gavin Tarter. And if you ever try to approach me again like this then I'll make sure to bring a pocket knife."

The man let out a low chuckle, "My name is Ha-Jun. "

I smiled, "Maybe next time you try and find me, don't yank at me like you're try to murder me. Alright?

His face became a light pink color with embarrassment as he nodded. Though I would never tell him, I thought It was cute honestly. I laughed and we walked back to the dorm while talking about random things like if the moon does have cheese on it.

Sadly, it doesn't have cheese on it.