Alexander Pov
      "Bye guys!" I shouted to my new friends as the three of them made their way back to wherever their dorms were. Then I remembered who was in mine. Jefferson. I opened the door, only to find him the top bunk scrolling though his phone. "Oh hey." He said. I sighed and blew my hair out of my face. Not responding to his greeting. "Rude." He said, realizing I wasn't going to answer him any time soon. I picked up my bag and started looking for something. Then my stomach dropped. I couldn't find it. What if I left it back in the Caribbean. Oh my god. I sat down onto the bed and buried my face in my hands. I felt my eyes tear up. No. There is no way I'm going to break down in front of this idiot. I checked again. "Whatcha lookin for darlin?" He asked. God I hate this guy to the extreme. I have a new hobby. Wanna hear what it is? It's hating Thomas Jefferson. "None of your business." I told him. Then he put a hand down from the top bunk holding exactly what I was looking for. "Is it this?" He asked. What. How did he? When did he? Did he go through my stuff?? "Give it, you jerk." I grumbled. "Huh? What was that? I couldn't hear ya." He said. Okay I really don't like it when I'm patronized but he did have the upper hand. "Please give it back." I said. "How old are you?" He asked jumping down from the top bunk. "Who carries a stuffed monkey in their bag and thinks they won't get made fun of for it?" Man I sure do love America. So welcoming and friendly. My mind flips back to the taxi driver who flipped me off, the guy that tripped me in the crosswalk, the secretary that couldn't care less if I had a nice day, and Jefferson. "Man just give it back." I said hoping that he couldn't detect the desperation in my voice. "Does the wittle monkey have a name?" He asked in a baby voice. I snapped. "SO HELP ME GOD!" I shouted bolting up. "SURE CALL ME A BABY! I DONT EVEN CARE! I ASKED AS NICELY AS I COULD AND THAT IS SOMETHING CONSIDERING YOURE YOU! AND IM A REALLY SHORT-TEMPERED KIND OF PERSON!" I screamed. Jefferson was quite for a minute. "Sure sounds like you care." He said. I think a little part of me died inside when he said that. I'm not sure why just it felt like that. "My god." I said under my breath. I sat down and buried my head in my hands once again. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. He threw it by my side. A wave of relief fell over me. "Why do you care about that thing so much?" he asked scrolling through his phone on the couch. "I just do." I said grabbing it and holding tightly. I cared so much because it was a gift my mom gave me before she.. before she... passed.

Thomas Pov
        Dang that kid can really scream. I don't hate him. How can I hate a guy when I don't even know his name. I wonder why he cares so much. The dude seems extremely uptight and stressed all the time. Maybe just around me, I don't know. I looked over at him. He was facing the opposite direction staring outside. It was sprinkling. I like a little rain every now and then. Maybe I could guess his name by looking at him. Aaron. Wait no that's the guy that was here last year. Mayb- "Are you just gonna stare at me for the next hour?" He asked. Huh? Oh I guess I was staring. "Sorry.." I mumbled.