When freshman Sophia Honey moves into Northridge University, the last person she expects as her roommate is Theo Gray-her brother's best friend, a star hockey player, and her childhood nemesis. Little did she know, everything was about to change fas...
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S O P H I A H O N E Y
"WHY DOES this feel like high school?"
What feels like high school?"
"That." Blair points to a girl walking out of the registration office. The girl’s grin spreads wide as she closes the door, looking pleased and satisfied.
"I knew my mum lied when she said college and high school were completely different," Blair mutters.
"They are different," Alex replies flatly, standing behind Blair as we wait.
We're stuck in a long line of freshmen trying to get registered, and it's dragging on forever. I only found out about this because Scott texted, asking where I was and reminding me that I was running late for registration and orientation. Just my luck today.
This wouldn’t be an issue if Theo had mentioned it or given me tips on how to get through all this faster. But I haven’t seen much of him lately. Ever since that night when I found him outside late, he’s been distant. I knew it wasn’t my place to ask, so I just watched as he slipped back inside and went straight to his room, leaving me staring at the blanket I knew wasn’t mine.
"How? Didn't you see how she got in so easily?” Blair huffs, folding her arms, her lips form into a pout.”So lucky.”
Alex scoffs."Lucky? Or you mean her flirting with the receptionist to get her way in.”
“She can't flirt with the receptionist.” Blair says,”She's a lady.”
“Never heard of G-A-Y.” Alex states, like it's the most obvious answer on earth.
Blair rolls her eyes."Of course I know about them, it's just…” she turns her gaze to look at the female receptionist whose facial expression has only been either a frown or a glare throughout the stand.
"She doesn't look like the type.”
I laugh. "So they have a way of looking?”
She shrugs. "Some have but she just gives 'I'll rather fuck my cat at home than a person' type.
Alex laughs, a little too loudly that the girl behind her gives a look but she didn’t notice it.”That's mean, Blair, even for you.”
"I'm not wrong, though." Blair stops, and we both realize only three people have gone into the office—and I’m still way back in line.
"Where's Scott, by the way?" I ask, mostly out of curiosity.
Alex points ahead, and I follow her gaze. Scott is up there, naturally, and he’s with Stephanie.
Unlike other days where she wears a mini skirt and crop top, she’s wearing tight jeans and a low-cut top, the kind that draws eyes. To me, she looks like one of those women back home who’d flirt with married men, but I can’t deny she turns heads. Guys are staring, especially Scott.
