CHAPTER TWO

When I entered the dorm room, I was greeted by three guys lounging on the couch, engrossed in a heated gaming session. I cleared my throat, trying to get their attention.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to sound assertive, but I couldn't get any of their attention. I then walked over to the TV and unplugged it, they then screamed "what the f**k"

I succeeded in getting their attention "can you please get out of this place, and where are my roommates?"

"roommates? this is our room, I think you were roomed with us" one of them said.

"what! I was roomed with boys!!" I yelled.

The guys exchanged skeptical glances, and one of them muttered under his breath, "Great, just what we need."

I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room in horror. How could they do this to me? how can they room me with... boys.

One of them, a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing blue eyes, stood up from the couch and walked towards me, a charming smile plastered on his face. "Hi, I'm Ethan," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

WTF! Why is he introducing himself to me? doesn't he get the situation I am in? " look, I am Barbara Jones and you three dickheads need to get the hell outta here immediately"

"don't you think you are being rude?" the guy named Ethan said.

Well I wasn't trying to be nice at all "look me being nice would be the least thing I would do if you don't get your butts outta here" I snapped at him.

The other two boys, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up. One of them, a tall, lanky guy with messy brown hair, his face seemed familiar to me, but I can't remember where I saw him from, he said "look, you can't just barge inside a place and then ask the owners of the place to leave, you should f**k off"

"I would leave, because I can't stay in a house filled with testosterone's" I carried my luggages and left the house. How can I stay in a place filled with boys.

I grabbed my luggage and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I marched straight to the principal's office, determined to get this situation sorted out. When I arrived, I was greeted by Principal Valencia's calm, serene smile.

"Miss Jones, what seems to be the problem?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with concern.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "My room... it's filled with boys," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Principal Valencia sighed. "I'm afraid that's the only VIP lounge we could get. Would you rather stay in a normal dorm room?"

I shook my head vehemently. "No way. I paid for the VIP package. I expect to get what I paid for."

Principal Valencia nodded sympathetically. "I understand. But perhaps you could try to make the best of the situation? It's only for a year, after all."

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to dig in my heels and refuse to stay in the room. But another part of me decided to stay, as far as it would make me to go to Harvard. Like I said , I can do anything for Harvard.

I took a deep breath and made a decision. "Fine," I said. "I'll stay. But if they get under my skin, I'm coming straight to you."

Principal Valencia smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I'm looking forward to it, Miss Jones."

I left the principal's office feeling... not exactly triumphant, but at least determined. I would survive this year, no matter what. And who knows? Maybe I'd even learn to like my new roommates.

As I walked back to the VIP lounge, I felt a sense of trepidation. What would the boys be like? Would they be friendly, or would they be jerks?

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The boys looked up at me, their faces expressionless.

I didn't know how to feel, I had already approached them in a mean way, I wondered if they would be nice to me.

"Hey, didn't get a change of room?" the guy with the messy hair mocked.

I sighed " there aren't any other rooms so I guess I'm stuck here with you guys"

"I guess this year would be my worst year in Andover" the guy said and stood up to go , while I scoffed. "I would be in my room, since this b**ch here has ruined our game" I glared at what he said.

After he went upstairs, the third guy with ocean blue eyes with a brown straight hair said "at least they roomed us with a beauty and not a dork, there are so many things I would like to do with you" he smirked at me.

I looked around the room. It was... not bad, I suppose. There was a large flat-screen TV on one wall, and a kitchenette in one corner.

But I didn't care about any of that. What I cared about was the fact that I was stuck in this room with three boys.

And I had no idea how I was going to survive it here.