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Rebekah was awoken to the lingering smell of coffee. She could practically taste it in her dry mouth. Forcing herself to sit up, Rebekah knew she needed some. Throwing open and tearing apart her suitcase, Rebekah found a pair of dark wash jeans and a grey v neck.

Forcing her clothes on quickly, the smell increasing the saliva in her mouth, she knew she wanted to avoid the painfully awful situation from last night. Rebekah threw on a little bit of makeup, just incase, and peeked her head out of her new room.

Resting at the breakfast bar was a guy. However, it wasn’t the one from last night. This man appeared older, his five o'clock shadow helping convey this effect. His caramel eyes scanned the paper resting against the counter. He leaned forward, sipping from a mug. His chestnut hair was forced back with a decent amount of gel. However, as he moved, a few strands swept across his forehead. He threw them back.

Rebekah took in a deep breath before strolling toward him. He didn’t notice her enter the room.

“Is that Irish Blend?” Rebekah wondered, llciking her lips in anticipation. He raised a brow, eyeing her for moment. He took in her appearance before sending her a kind smile.

“You can tell that just from the smell? I’m impressed,” he bobbed his head.

“My parents used to make it. It’s always been my favorite . . . mind if I have some?” He stole a gulp from his cup.

“Help yourself.” He watched as Rebekah whirled around toward the kitchen, staring at it as if it was some strange land. “Cabinet above the stove.”

“Thanks uh . . .”

“Alec Krueger,” he grinned.

“Nice to meet you,” she paused, hopping onto her tiptoes to throw open the cabinet. She struggled to reach for a mug. Rebekah heard his chair screech against the wood and before she could turn around, he was standing next to her. Snatching the closet mug, he shut the cabinets and handed it to her. “Thank you.”

“No problem. May can’t reach it either. I don’t know what it is about girls and your inability to be tall enough to reach the top shelf or be able to open your own jars.” Cute, nice, and he banters? Rebekah could see why May slept with him once . . . or twice.

“And, yet, we run the world.” He laughed, sliding back into his seat.

“Good one,” he nodded.

“Thanks,” Rebekah poured herself some coffee and joined Alec at the counter. He slid the comic section her way the second she set her mug down.

“It’s pretty funny today.”

“I haven’t read the comics since I was little,” she commented. Alec eyed her, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“Garfield never gets old.” Rebekah giggled.

“Flirting with our new roomie already?” Jasper’s ignorant voice echoed through the kitchen. Rebekah glanced at him over her shoulder, surprised to see him standing in a pair of red and white boxers only. She forced her head around, not wanting to dwell on his incredible six pack any longer.

Jasper sauntered into the kitchen, forcing out a cereal box from one of the cabinets. He threw open the box, digging his hand into the Fruit Loops and stuffing his face.

“I’ve already been to second base with her. She gave me her bra as a memento." he commented with his mouth full.

“You stole it off the ground,” Rebekah argued.

“You left it there,” he replied with an innocent smirk.

“After you came out of nowhere and scared me,” Rebekah growled. Alec sat in the center, head shooting from Rebekah’s direction to Jaspers and then back to her again. Rebekah tensed, angry. Jasper was, afterall, refusing to drop this subject. She didn’t want to be introduced as the roommate he went to second base with.

“Will you two shut up? Lord not even a full day and I already hate both of you,” May groaned, dragging her feet against the ground. Her hair was perfect, curls tight and resting against her shoulder. However, the rest of her outfit was incomplete.

She was in plaid sweatpants and an ‘I heart New York’ t-shirt. Her feet were swallowed by fuchsia bunny rabbit slippers. May bore at the cabinet full of mugs, tapping her foot as if one was going to fly off the shelf and into her hand.

“Well if it isn’t May the grouch,” Jasper chuckled, eyes shooting toward Rebekah. “She’s a real bitch in the morning.” Jasper snatched a mug down for her, returning his box to the countertop, and strolling off.

May filled up her mug to the brim with coffee. She gulped it down, eyes on Alec as she did. Slamming her empty cup on the counter, she trudged off into her room.

“Is every morning like this?” Rebekah wondered.

“No,” Alec shook his head. “Usually Jasper picks on May and May growls at him and then Jasper says something offensive and May gets really ticked off and . . .” Alec paused, eyeing his watch. “Were late!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Jasper emerged from his room, hair still disheveled. Only now, instead of only boxer shorts, he was wearing khakis and a black polo. Jasper forced a lanyard over his head.

“I’m ready,” he shrugged.

“May!” Alec’s booming voice echoed throughout the apartment. “I can’t be late for class again!”

“Class?” Rebekah questioned as Alec leapt from his chair. Striding toward the coffee table, he scooped up a bunch of books and loose pieces of paper.

“That’s right Becks. Alec over here’s our next Elle Woods . . . don’t ask how I know who she is,” Jasper stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“I told you not to call me that,” Alec whined, joining the two others at the breakfast bar. “May!”

“I’m coming dammit!” May stomped, forcing down her skirt. Tucking her blue blouse into her skater skirt, she dusted the lint off of her midnight leggings.

“Where are you going?” Rebekah wondered, eyebrow raised. She had never seen May so . . . cleaned up.

“Work,” May grinned.

“Bank teller. She counts fat guys cash and doesn’t ever get the urge to steal said cash. Isn’t she a model citizen?” Jasper smiled to himself.

"Oh and what you do is so respectable?" May sneered.

"It is actually. I'm a public servant. I serve the public!"

"Becks, what are you going to do today?" May questioned, forcing a pearl stud into her ear.

"Look for a job I guess," she shrugged, sipping from her cup.

"Please do not be a cliché!" Jasper begged, both May and Alec exchanging confused glances. "Oh come on! New girl comes into town, works at either a diner or a bar, meets some hunky dude, tries to change him, they fight, have a soul searching moment, and then realize there meant to be!" Jasper held a hand over his heart.

"This is ridiculous," Alec rolled his eyes.

"How did you know that?" Rebekah questioned, holding back a laugh.

"May watches a lot of chick flicks," he shrugged.

"We are late!" Alec's voice boomed.

"Okay!" Jasper responded, matching his volume.

"Just lock up behind you, have fun looking for a job!" May called as Alec shuffled her and Jasper out of the room. Alec slammed the door shut.

May sighed, leaning further into her seat. Taking a gulp from her cup, she wasn't sure how long she'd stay.

Leaping from her chair, she snatched her mug and began to step toward her room. The door knob jiggled and May jumped inside.

"I almost forgot!" May slammed something into Rebekah's palm. "Welcome."

May stormed out, Alecs voice still audible.

Rebekah gazed down at her hand. A key rested in it. It was official, Rebekah couldn't leave just yet.