F•R•I•E•N•D•S

T•W•E•N•T•Y

Everly

Several days had passed before things went back to normal; or in this case, as normal as being the roommate of a celebrity could ever be.

There was the occasional fan who tried to suck up to me, planning to use me to get to Kennedy. Once they see how tedious and uneventful keeping my company was, they bolt first chance given.
Who could blame them though? My life would never measure up to that of a superstar; nor do I ever want it to. I was completely satisfied with my monotonous daily schedule and insipid lifestyle.

This way no one got hurt. This way no one would get the chance to hurt me.

My mind constantly flits from one thought to the next, as I make head to my dorm. Gorgeous blood red leaves twirl around my person, swaying to an unseen lullaby. The clouds were huddled together, rumbling with talk of a light shower arriving earlier than expected.
Never mind that I had errands to run. The day never seemed to agree with me most of the time, anyway.

Even now as I scuttle across campus, my phone pings with a new message from Kennedy, letting me know that the girls were already there and that they were only waiting for me.
In lieu of all lousy situations we currently found ourselves in, she tactfully called for a girls night, where we could gorge ourselves with ice-cream, free of judgement. The idea seemed too good to pass up.

Yet, as my footsteps begin to falter and my confidence crash, there came those voices in my head, taunting me. They reminded me of who I was not: some rich kid that deserved to be where I was right now. And they reminded me of who I actually was: a little nobody, penniless, clothed with nothing but the luck of generations before her.
If the girls were to ever find out, they'd be horrified. Not of my condition, no, but the fact of me keeping them away from the truth.

How could I though? When everyone around you seems to be living their 'best life', how could you not want the same for yourself?

That alone was my sole point for doing what I did. It was the driving force behind my will, keeping me adamant. If everyone was enjoying their lives then by damn I should be able to do the same. I was determined to do the same.

Campus was usually teeming with life, everyone seemed to move with purpose. Several girls dressed in matching short skirts and tops giggled their way past me. Maroon and silver pompoms danced in their hands as they conversed among themselves. Their smiles were pearly and genuine, causing a twinge of jealousy to bud.
Nevertheless, it was their beauty that captivated me. My brisk pace had slowed to a lagging strut as I admired the women.

A weak pulse had begun to form deep within my stomach, lower than I'd ever anticipate. Immediately my face heats up with shame and I hightail it to the dorm as quick as I can.

I toss a timid greeting to the security in the foyer before heading to the elevator. It's sleek doors open, only to engulf me within its confined embrace. I welcomed the solitary moment I had. My mind rehashed what had just happen, trying to find where things had gone south.

My body betrayed me. I'd gotten excited while watching those girls and it was the most foreign feeling ever. I was attracted to guys... right? My girl shouldn't be lusting after the forbidden.

On and on my frayed thoughts went until the elevator reached my floor. It's doors open cautiously, allowing my exit and short trek to the one place I'd call my 'home' since coming here. Even from outside I heard loud music and off key singing.
Smiling to myself, I push open the metal door only to be met with my friends screaming and dancing all over the place.