YOU 1 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 10.

"I asked you what the hell you are doing in my room?" Max repeats, just as harsh as the first time. Her long legs stride towards me and she snatches the book out of my hand and she places it back onto the shelf. My mind is whirling. She rudely clears her throat and waves her hand in front of my face.

"Sam told me to bring Addison in here," my voice is barely audible. She takes a step closer and lets out a deep breath. I gesture to her bed, causing her eyes to follow my hand. "She drank too much and Sam said-"

"I heard you the first time," she interrupts. She runs her hand through her hair, clearly upset. Why does she care so much if we are in her room? Wait..

"You are a part of this fraternity?" I ask her. There is no hiding the shock in my voice. How come girl in frat house.

"Yea.. so?" She answers and steps even closer. The space between us less than two feet. I try to back away from her but my back hits the bookcase. "Does that surprise you ?"

"Stop " she has me cornered.

"What? Are you scared" She smirks, her mood slightly lightening.

I sigh and turn away from her, I have no idea where I am going but I need to get away from Max before I slap her. Or cry. It has been a long day so I will most likely cry before slapping her. Maybe I can manage both?

"She can't stay in here," she says as I reach the door.

"Why not? I thought you guys were friends?"

"We are," she says, "but no one stays in my room" her arms cross over her chest and for the first time since I met her, I can make out the shape of one of her tattoos. It's a rose, printed in the middle of her covered forearm. Max, with a rose tattoo?

Feeling brave and annoyed, I let out a laugh.  "Ohh.. I see. So only girls who make out with you can come into your room?" As the words leave my mouth her smile grows.

"That wasn't my room. Are you trying to say you want to make out with me? You're not my type sorry," she says and for some reason it hurts my feelings. Max is far from my type  but I would never actually say that to her.

"You are.. you are.." I can't find the words. My feelings are hurt and I am embarrassed, annoyed, and exhausted from the party. I stop trying to speak to her, she isn't worth it. "Well.. then you take her to another room, and I will find a way back to the dorms." I say and head for the door.

"Goodnight Charli," Harry says as I slam her 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 Monday's classes. I don't belong at parties like this, and I most certainly don't belong hanging out with these type of people. I do like Addison, but I just don't have it in me to deal with these parties and people like Max. Max is such a mystery to me, why must she always be so rude? And why does she have all of those books? There is no way a rude, disrespectful, tattooed jerk like Max could possibly enjoy those amazing books. The only thing I can picture her 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. Sam blonde hair and tattoos are no where to be found, neither is Zayn. Maybe I should just find a random bedroom upstairs and sleep on the floor? There are at least fifteen 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 in between my knees and call Chase again. He answers on the second ring.

"Char? 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 at myself for getting into this situation.

"A party? With that red head girl?" he sounds surprised.

"Yea..but she is passed out."

"Whoa, why are you even 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 Chase.." I say. The door handle jingles 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 the 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 eyes pour into mine.