"I asked you what the hell you are doing in my room?" Stefan repeats, just as harsh as the first time. His long legs stride towards me and he snatches the book out of my hand and he places it back on the shelf. My mind is whirling. He rudely clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face.
"Tyler told me to bring Katherine in here," my voice is barely audible. He takes a step closer and let's put a deep breath. I gesture to his bed, causing his eyes to follow my hand. "She drank to much and Tyler said-"
"I heard you the first time," he interrupts. He runs his hand through his hair, clearly upset. Why does he care so much if we are in his room? Wait..
"You are a part of this fraternity?" I ask him. There is no hiding the shock in my voice. Stefan is far from what I imagine frat boys to be like.
"Yea.. so?" He answers and steps even closer. The space between us less than two feet. I try to back away from him but my back hits the bookcase. "Does that surprise you, Lena?"
"Stop calling me Lena," he has me cornered.
"That's your nickname isn't it?" He smirks, his mood slightly lightening.
I sigh and turn away from him, I have no idea where I am going but I need to get away from Stefan before I slap him. Or cry. It has been a long day so I will most likely cry before slapping him. Maybe I can manage both?
"She can't stay in here," he says as I reach the door. When I turn around he was smirking.
"Why not? I thought you guys were friends?"
"We are," he says, "but no one stays in this room." His arms cross over his chest and for the first time since I met him, I can make out a shape of his tattoo. It's a rose, printed on his shoulder. Stefan, with a rose tattoo?
Feeling brave and annoyed, I let out a laugh. "Ohh.. I see. So only girls that make out with you can come into your room?" As the words leave my mouth his smile grows.
"That wasn't my room. Are you trying to say you want to make out with me? Your not my type sorry," he says and for some reason it hurts my feelings. Stefan is far from my type but I would never actually say that to him.
"You are.. you are.." I can't find the words. My feeling are hurt and I am embarrassed, annoyed, and exhausted from the party. I stop trying to speak to him, he isn't worth is. "Well.. then you take her to another room, and I will find my way back to the dorms." I say and head for the door.
"Goodnight Lena," Stefan says as I slam his door.
I can't help the tears that fall down my cheeks as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I hate college so far and classes haven't even started. Why couldn't I just get a roommate that was like me? I should be asleep now, preparing for Mondays classes. I don't belong at parties like this, and I most certainly don't belong hanging out with these types of people. I do like Katherine, but I just don't have it in me to deal with these parties and people like Stefan. Stefan is such a mystery to me, why must he be so rude? Why does he have all those books? There is no way a rude, disrespectful, jerk like him could possibly enjoy all those books. The only thing I can picture him reading is the back of a beer bottle. I am not even sure if I can make my way back to the dorms, I have no idea where this house is located. The more I think about my decisions tonight, the more frustrated and stressed I become.
I really should have thought this through, this is exactly why I plan everything so things like this don't happen. The house is still packed and the music is too loud. Tyler's black hair and tattoos are no where to be found, neither is Damon. Maybe I should just find a random bedroom upstairs and sleep on the floor? There are at least 15 rooms up there and maybe I will get lucky and no one will come in. But I know better and decide against it. Despite my efforts to conceal my emotions I can't. I go back upstairs, find the bathroom and sit on the floor with head between my knees and call Matt. He answers on the second ring.
"Elena? It's late, are you okay?" He says, his voice groggy.
"Yea.. no.. I went to a stupid party with my roommate and now I am stuck at a frat house with no where to sleep and no way to get back to my room," I sob through the line. I know my problem isn't life or death but I am beyond frustrated frustrated at myself for getting into this situation.
"A party? With the brown haired girl?" He sounded surprised.
"Yea.. but she is passed out."
"Whoa, why are you hanging out with her? She's so.. just not someone you should hang around," he says and it irritates me. I wanted him to tell me it will be okay, tomorrow is a new day, something besides being judgmental.
"That isn't the point Matt.." I say. The door handle jiggles and I sit up. "Just a minute," I call and wipe my eyes in the mirror, the toilet paper smears the liner even more. This is why I don't wear this crap. "I will call you back, someone needs the bathroom" I say and hang up before he can protest. An impatient knock pounds on the door and I groan as I open it, wiping my eyes again. "I said just a min.." I stop as glaring green eyes pour into mine.
