Rihanna looked at Mrs. Caravelle, smiling nervously while trying to be as polite as possible, "I think there is a misunderstanding here. How could a girl and a guy share a dorm?"

Mrs. Caravelle looked at Rihanna and smiled. "I completely understand the inconvenience of it, but as I mentioned before, that is the one condition you will have to endure if you are serious about continuing to attend this school. This is the only room in the girls dormitory that has just one resident in it."

Rihanna was going to ask out loud why a male was sharing a dorm here instead of one in the boys' dormitory, but her frenzied emotions came in the way. She was too confused, too anxious.

"Well Jessie, aren't you going to allow me to open the door so I may introduce Rihanna to her new room properly?"

Jessie was frozen in place, his eyes had a certain emotion that said fear, or maybe shock. Quickly, regaining some composure, he protested to her request, and said, "I'll do it. I am grade president after all. I wouldn't want you to carry on such a small task when I am ready and able."

For some reason, his words came out colder than what his personality conveyed. Rihanna couldn't help but think that it was her fault. That, for some reason, he suddenly hated her for being there.

They both reached for the suitcase. For a moment, their cheeks brushed against each other, and they both pulled away, staring at one another with confusion and fright as the foreign feeling dominated their bodily mechanisms.

Clearing his throat, Jessie looked away and opened the door, then swiftly carried Rihanna's suitcases in for her. She walked in after him, and looked around at the luxurious wide room, immediately noticing that it was divided by a white curtain made of satin.

"Well, you can go ahead and settle in. We have provided a curtain to help maintain privacy. If it needs to be adjusted to sliding doors, you can request that being done. Try to sleep as soon as you can so you are able to wake up early tomorrow and complete the task I've assigned you." She looked around the room and nodded in appreciation. "You're quite neat Jessie. Much better than the girls."

He scratched the back of his head, still uneasy. Rihanna stared at him and questioned the fear in his eyes. Was she the only one who noticed it?

He was trying his best to hide it after all.

Mrs. Caravelle turned around to leave.

"But–we're different genders..." Suddenly, the situation was becoming more real, more clear in Rihanna's head. Every night, she was supposed to sleep in the same room with a guy, Jessie nonetheless, who had girls flaunting all over him half naked. As if that wasn't enough of an attention attraction site, he was also grade president, and she was supposed to share that attraction site with him from now on.

Mrs. Caravelle put a hand on Rihanna's shoulder and smiled. "I know that hun, but I can tell that both of you are very well mannered. I give you my word Rihanna that absolutely nothing will happen between the two of you. Isn't that right Jessie?" She looked at Jessie, who swallowed and put on a fake smile.

"Yeah, nothing will happen."

"Right, then." She said, smiling and making her way out of the door. "Now, you two get along."

She left.

And Rihanna remained standing there alone with him.

"You must have a lot of questions." He said.

Get out of here. I need to get out of here and go to my side of the room right now.

She went to grab her suitcase, he did the same. And as they both bent down, their hands, this time, touched.

Rihanna quickly pulled away.

This is bad. This is really bad.

The knot inside Jessie stomach returned and again she made him feel like something out of this world. He had never felt it towards anyone before. She was different. She'd avoid looking at him more often than he liked. There was something in her eyes that was beautiful, beautiful yet disconnected. And for some reason, he felt her anxiety as she stood there with red cheeks.

"You've enrolled here new, huh?" He shoved his hands in his pockets, deciding to leave the suitcases alone for now. "That's very strange considering the enrollment date is long past due."

Rihanna shuffled her feet. She didn't want to talk to him. The strange feeling inside her stomach wasn't helping her cope with his presence either. She can feel his gaze on her face, almost intruding. He couldn't date. Wasn't allowed to. And frankly she wasn't that pretty. She didn't have any worries about sharing a dorm with him from that angle.

But something was there, and she couldn't deny it. Something, in all her life, she had never felt.

Either way she needed to get out of his sight. His expression was too soft, too confused for her.

Quickly, she grabbed her suitcases and pushed the curtain aside. And there, on her bed, a body lay sleeping peacefully.

For a second she stumbled back, caught completely off guard. But after a moment, she suddenly realized why Jessie was uptight when Mrs. Caravelle was here.

Jessie muttered apologies and walked toward the restful body. "Hey, Hey Lexis. Lexis. Wake up."

"Hmm." The guy grunted, still asleep.

"Wake up."

"What, why?" His deep steady breathing was loud enough to fill the whole room.

"We've got a girl in here."

Noticing bare upper body skin under the sheets, Rihanna turned around and away, busying herself with a random paper she picked up from the nearby lamp table.

Silence.

The violent creaks of the bed came shortly afterwards.

"Don't worry." Jessie started saying. "She's cool, she won't say anything."

Jessie: Brown hair. Brown eyes. Strong Jaw, yet soft features. Actually, they were very handsome features. Drawn with such perfection one might mistake him for a live wallpaper model. His height was perfect, his personality was perfect. Reputation, class, status. Everything about him screamed perfect.

Only, he had one new imperfection. Rihanna Gessner as a roommate.

"Hey! First put on your shirt." Jessie demanded.

And one old imperfection. Lexis Ellis as a best friend.

Moments later, the two guys started making their way around Rihanna. She briefly looked over, glancing at the second party, merely out of curiosity more than anything.

It all happened so quick. All composure was lost. Melted to somewhere far away and unreachable. As she stared at his face, her eyes were caught in a trap, she couldn't look away anymore. Fear enveloped her entire being. Memories crashed against a door inside her head, begging to break free.

His face, his expression.

So hateful. So deadly.

At the sight of him, Rihanna felt her heart go ice cold, to a point where it threatened to shatter into a million shards. Hot air began to rise in her stomach, all the way up to her chest making her want to vomit. She hated the single idea of having to be near him–seeing him.

It was no different than a nightmare one wishes to never come across again.

Before she knew it, she lost balance as she thrashed her body backwards and away from him, fear filling her face. The movement was uncalled for, not thought through; she tripped, hitting a small dresser, and landed on the ground.

A heavy golden alarm clock fell over and hit her in the head.

She went unconscious for maybe ten seconds and came back to the voices that were suddenly around her.

"What the hell? Who's she?"

"Rihanna! Rihanna, can you hear me?!"

"Jessie..." She barely said.

It came out faint, like it was running out of life–her voice. She clutched the arm that was holding her head up, knowing fully well it was Jessie, and hid behind it as if to take cover. "Don't let him come near me, don't let him come near me, please." She whimpered.