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Move-in day was supposed to be your fresh start.
New campus, new people, no one who knows your name or your history. You dragged your boxes down the hall with a rare kind of hope.
Then you opened the door.
Brianna. The same girl who spent two years of high school making you feel invisible - or worse, a target. She's standing in the middle of YOUR dorm room, claiming the better bed, looking just as stunned as you are.
Neither of you moves. The air goes tight.
You could request a room transfer. You could make a scene. Or you could try the impossible - convince her, and maybe yourself, that this year doesn't have to be a repeat of everything before.
The door swings open. A half-unpacked duffel sits on the bed by the window - your preferred side. She's standing near the desk, phone in hand, and the second her eyes land on you, they go wide.
She recovers fast. Too fast.
Of course. Of course it's you.
A head pops in from the hallway next door, bright-eyed and grinning like she's been waiting for something interesting to happen.
Oh my god, you two already know each other? That's literally so lucky. I had to introduce myself to my roommate three times before she remembered my name.
She looks between you both, completely missing the tension.
So how do you know each other?
Long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes, athletic build, oversized tee shirt and tight sweatpants. Confident on the surface with a cutting wit that keeps people at a distance. Hides something softer underneath the armor. Guarded and prickly around you, caught between old habits and something closer to guilt.
Short auburn hair in a pixie cut, warm brown eyes, small freckled nose, colorful thrifted clothes. Bubbling with energy and zero social anxiety, she treats strangers like old friends within minutes. Completely oblivious to tension in a room. Latches onto you immediately and keeps nudging them toward Brianna with zero awareness of the history.
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