Chapter 1: 1 Collegium


    Collegium


    - an educational institution; college


    Origin: Latin


    1


    "Yes mom... Okaaay mooom. I heard you. I said okay.... Yes I will mom!" I rolled my eyes as I was busy


    and struggling on grabbing my luggage out of the house with a phone in between my shoulder and ear.


    My mother has always been the worry-freak whenever we''re far from her or she''s abroad with dad cos


    of work. One time, I remember when I was still a kid, my brother said that she even went to my


    brother''s camping at two in the morning cos he forgot his mosquito spray and well technically he got


    embarrassed by it. He lived with the embarrassment until he reached eighth grade. I know it''s normal


    for moms to act that way and worry cos that''s part of their jobs but our mom is a very worry-freak even


    to the smallest details in our lives. I think we sort of got used to it now we''ve gotten bigger.


    "Mom, will you please stop panicking? I''m just going to college, I''m not leaving for somewhere totally


    far away. Tell dad to be safe on your way to Ennd and yes I will definitely take care of myself. Do not


    worry about me." I muttered.


    "Is that all the luggages you got?" I hear Cameron popping his head out from the trunk.


    "Yeah. This is thest one." I answered him.


    "Well hurry up."


    "I''d be faster if you''d offer me your help. " I rolled my eyes at him.


    I still hear my mom saying out all the things she listed on her notepad that she always bring with her


    wherever she goes. She needed to say everything to me before I set myself to college, and everything


    means every little thing. I basically know that parents are always worried about their child getting to


    college, and since they are not here cos they''re in Brazil on their way to Ennd, Im in the agony of


    getting a long phone call with my folks and my mom worries even ten times more than the usual. Since


    my parents are both full time surgeons and part time business owners and are always abroad cos of


    work, they''re always away from us. Yes, this jerk named Cameron is my older brother.


    "You''re such a slugabed." He whines as he ced myst luggage on the trunk.


    "You''re such an asshole." I fired back.


    "Mouth, Savannah." I hear my mom say over the line.


    "Sorry mom. So, do you have anything else to say to me? My ears are hurting." I said.


    "Hand your phone to your brother. Please." She says.


    "dly." I answered.


    I hand my phone to Cameron and both of us got inside his ck ford pick up truck. He was talking to


    mom and I was massaging my ear. I pulled the seatbelt and watch Cameron dying on his car as he


    listens to mom''s nagging. I could tell mom is yelling at him cos I could partly, hear her voice. He''s in


    trouble for leaving me home alonest night for a night out with his friends and he''s giving me an eye


    for telling mom about it.


    "You''re dead." He mouths.


    I smiled at him to annoy him and watch him suffer. Cameron is older than me for six years and he''s still


    an irresponsible jerk. He still thinks he''s a teenager who doesn''t have a responsibility over his


    shoulders. No, he''s not a father yet but I meant me and Ingrid, that''s his responsibility. We''re his


    responsibility. Ingrid is our little sister, she''s only six and she''s with our parents enjoying Paris and


    Ennd.


    Cameron, twenty-five, is a fresh graduate for business administration from WSU as well and he''s


    currently working on ourpany as an employee, a regr employee and he''s been whining about


    taking over my dad''spany but sadly dad wants him to start from the bottom so he''ll learn.


    "Yes mom. Have a safe flight. I love you too. Yes. I won''t." Cameron hangs up.


    I pulled my phone away from his hand before he could do something about it.


    "You''re lucky you''re going to college today and I''ll miss your clumsy ass." He says.


    "That was so sweet. Wow. I''m tearing up already." I rolled my eyes at him.


    "I can''t believe mom and dad are letting you major in English Literature. It''s ame course." He


    commented.


    I gaped. "Well excuse me, English Literature is not ame course. I love reading and I might be


    working in a publishingpany someday. I might even write an article about you by the time you''ll be


    taking over thepany. Just like you wanted."


    "Yeah right. I wonder how and when that''s going to happen." He rolled his eyes at me.


    When we reached the gates of WSU, I was enthralled. I hugged Cameron, "Don''t you miss your alma


    mater?" I joked.


    I hear himugh as he pulls himself away from him. "Maybe a little. You take care okay? Stay away


    from those frat guys around."


    I nodded and bid him goodbye. I am most definitely going to miss him. We may fight a lot but he''s been


    a great brother and he''s very protective of me. Plus we''re really close. I walked to the dorms and


    looked back only to find Cameron getting inside his car. I waved him goodbye and he shed his


    headlights at me. I continued walking and finally had my keys for my room. I passed by some women


    who were busy unpacking their stuff and most were all giddy. By the time I reached my room, I found


    myself alone.


    Maybe my roommate is on her way.


    I started unpacking my clothes and ced my stuff on the closet right next to me. I saw some clothes


    are already here but no one is around. I walked back to the door to make sure if I got inside the right


    room and I know I did. I folded my clothes again because well I don''t like to get messy with everything


    around me. I''m very tidy. Well thank god for mom''s chores and first aid orientations and return


    demonstrations every night. You not find it funny but we do that instead of bedtime stories. It actually


    came in handy right now.


    By night, I had cup noodles for dinner since I was toozy to grab somethingvish and since it was


    very convenient and cheap, I think it''ll work for me. My roommate still hasn''te here and I wonder


    how she looks like or perhaps at least just know her name. There''s no photographs by her bed either


    so she''s really aplete stranger to me. And since I don''t know anyone here yet, I started reading a


    novel instead which I haven''t finished for two weeks now. Damn, it''s the longest since I finished a


    goddamn book.


    Suddenly a loud bang woke me up in the middle of the night. I froze for a second and just listened to


    the eeriness of the room. I pulled myself up from the bed and just sat down, my roommate still isn''t


    here. There goes that bang again that made my heart race. Shit it''sing from the door. My door. I


    grabbed my phone and it was still three in the morning. Who could this be? My roommate? Doesn''t she


    have a key with her?


    I jumped on my bed when that loud knock came by again. I slowly walked to the door and hoped that it


    wasn''t some crazy killer or a ghost. Christ, is there a ghost here in thedies dormitory? I reached for


    the knob and a knock by the door again made me jump back a little. I feel the hair on my skin is


    standing up. I exhaled heavily before opening it. Once I had swing the door open, I found a very tall


    man standing. He looked at me and he smelled liquor.


    He''s drunk.


    He''s really drunk.


    "Who are--"


    Suddenly he dropped front into me while my eyes widened. He hugged me that made me squeal. I was


    caught off guard. Damn he''s so heavy too! I tried to push him off of me but he''s really heavy. I hear him


    snoring on my neck, what the hell? Is he asleep? I just don''t know what to do with this man at all. I


    wanted to call the dorm security but then he looks harmless.


    I think he is.


    But why is he here?


    Maybe my roommate knows him or something. Maybe this is his boyfriend. Is she expecting him to


    come here? God, he''s killing me with his massive weight.


    I turned on the lights and closed the door by kicking it. As I move towards the other bed to let him sleep


    there, I fell out of bnce since his foot was blocking me, the both of us dropped on the floor. There


    was a loud thud of me falling on my back. He''s on top of me and my back hurts when Inded on the


    ground. My spine is aching. I grunt but still no move from this man. He''s dead asleep. I thought he was


    going to attack me or something cos he''s obviously wasted. He''s totally wasted and he''s here.


    Why is he here? What does he want in here? He doesn''t belong here. Doesn''t he have a home or a


    dorm? I wonder if he''s even a student around WSU. I pushed him off of me and I quickly stand up when


    I escaped his grip locking me down the floor.


    "Who are you?" I asked nobody in particr but my eyes were on him.


    I pulled him up while grabbing his arms. His body arched a little off the floor while his head was


    hanging back and I was unsessful about it cos I couldn''t carry him all alone. So I just let him sleep


    on the floor cos I can''t put him to the other bed. I walked back to my bed and sat down. I was just


    examining him.


    Heys there t on the ground and I was hoping he won''t puke cos I don''t wanna clean his mess at


    three in the morning. I don''t wanna sleep either cos what if he''s gonna wake up and rape me or what if


    he''s just acting drunk. I don''t even know the guy but why did I even let him in like I know him? I


    could''ve just let him stay right outside of my doorstep. God, you''re so stupid sometimes Savannah.


    I pulled myself up and looked for foods inside my bag and I found some crackers. God I''m going to take


    a proper meal next time. Cup noodles won''t do. I sat down on my bed again and after a little while, he''s


    waking up. His eyes are actually opening, but just slightly. I stood from my bed nning on helping him.


    As he pulled himself a little, his mouth drops open and without any second thoughts he vomited on the


    bedroom floor.


    "Christ!" I eximed, making me drop some crackers on the ground.


    My mouth was dropped open and he fell back asleep. Just like that. Like this was his ce. Like it was


    his bedroom floor. I had to turn around right away so I won''t see the disgusting puke of a drunk man. I


    cursed at myself for letting him in and kept scratching my hair. I headed out of my room and went to the


    community shower room to get a freaking mop at three in the freaking morning. Why is this happening


    to me? I just got here. Damn it. Just damn it.


    When I came back, he''s still on the ground. I hope he rolled over his vomit at least so he''ll wake up


    smelling shit. Damn it, I''m cleaning up a mess of this man who I don''t even know. And even if he''s


    obviously handsome, it doesn''t change anything that he''s making me work out at three in the morning!


    Jesus who even owns this man?!


    He''s like a stray dog!


    When I was done cleaning, I ced back the mop to themunity shower room and then sprayed my


    perfume around the bedroom cos it smelled vomit inside. I squat down in front of him and looked at his


    unblemished face. Okay, so he''s really good looking and his hair colored a mix of blond and brown


    together, the sides of it were short and the top part was long. Goodness his lips are pinkish and full.


    He''s attractive. Really outrageously attractive.


    "Hey buddy, get up." I try to pull his arm.


    He groans. "I''m not buddy."


    "Are you going to sleep on the floor?"


    He pushed me away and I don''t know if he''s asleep or hallucinating but I fell on my butt. He''s still


    strong despite his drunk condition. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were red and his eyebrows were


    perfect for his face. I just sat there for a couple of minutes and just stared at him.


    "Catherine I''m sorry." He muffles almost about to cry while he suddenly takes a hold on my hand.


    "I''m really sorry." I hear him again.


    Who''s Catherine? Is it the name of my roommate? Is this jerk her boyfriend?


    "Hey I''m not Catherine." I tried to pull my hand away but I was unsessful.


    "I''m Savannah. Sa-va-nnah." Why am I even rifying my name to a drunk man that''s not even fully


    aware of what I''m saying.


    I don''t know this guy but the devastation stered on his face is beyond the word obvious. He''s


    actually crying right now over this Catherine girl and he''s hurting so bad, I could tell. I stare at him


    silently while I let him hold my hand until he''s quiet and there''s no more tearsing out from his eyes.


    I wiped them away with my other hand and stayed by his side a little longer.


    "Hey if you prefer to be sleeping on the ground rather than on the bed then suit yourself." I pulled


    myself up slowly.


    The next three hours, I was finishing the novel and I didn''t fall asleep cos I was guarding the drunk


    blondish-brownish haired man sleeping on the floor who''s been crying out for Catharine''s name for


    almost an hour now. I pity him actually, he sounded sorry and he just kept chanting hide words over


    and over then would cry a little. I feel my eyes about to drop from my sockets and I constantly kept


    dropping my head once I fall asleep then try to pull it back and keep awake. I rubbed my eyes but then


    I didn''t even know I already fell asleep.


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    "What happened to me?"


    I hear a voice and I thought I was just dreaming so ignored it. Then I feel something moving me to and


    fro. I slowly flutter my eyes and see the drunk man was already up! My eyes opened wide and I quickly


    pulled myself up from the bed. He''s tall. He''s really really tall and his blue eyes were so light blue that I


    don''t even know what shade of blue it is anymore.


    "Who are you?" He asks.


    The man standing before me right now is totally different from the helpless broken-hearted drunk man


    lying on my floorst night. His eyebrows are furrowed and his facial is impassive but strong.


    Plus, he''s insanely handsome.


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