This is my first story, this chapter is a little short. Feel free to toss me a review, and above all enjoy.

(No P.O.V.)

" Nicholas Regan" ..applause.. " Thomas Reid" ..applause.. "Maria Rockwell" ..applause..

'This is it, finally.' Alex thought to herself. "Alex Russo" Principal Laritate says handing Alex her diploma, mouthing 'get em cowgirl' she mouths back 'I will'. Alex takes her diploma and walks back to her seat as the other names are called. Once everyone has been called, Principal Laritate says "This is the class of 2011." As everyone cheers and the young graduates throw their caps into the air and watch them rain down.

(Alex's P.O.V.)

It was the summer of graduation. I was finally done with school… at Tribeca Prep at least. I'm now in my black 2009 Mitsubishi Eclipse, on my way to get settled in my new dorm room at college, where I will get to meet my new roommate as well. I'm kinda sad it won't be Harper. She left for Europe with her parents after graduation... oh but you should have seen her graduation night. I know its wrong but I spiked her drink. I just wanted to see her drunk and man was it funny.

-FLASHBACK-

I pulled up at a house with the lights flashing and music blaring. I looked at Harper, who was in the passenger seat, she looked back at me "Alex, please don't get too drunk, I don't want to carry you again." She said smiling.

I smiled "Don't worry, I won't" but my smile went away. "I'm gonna miss you Harper."

"I'm gonna miss you too Alex." She reached over and gave me a quick friendly hug.

Pulling away I said "Ok, no more mushy stuff. Lets party hard before you leave."

We stepped out of the car and made our way to the door. The song lyrics became clearer.

I'm truly stupid paid, that's just how I feel today. I'm moving slow cause codeine syrups in my lemonade. I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade.

I grabbed the door handle and couldn't resist it, I had to say it. "BURR!"

"Its Gucci!" Harper replied and we both laughed as we walked inside.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

The rest is blurry after that, and of what I do remember Harper would kill me if I told you.

I reached my destination, pulling up at the building my dorm was in. Even though my mom wanted to come and help me move in, I insisted this was something I needed to do by myself. I got out of my car and headed inside to get a dolly so I could move all the boxes out of my trunk at one time instead of having to keep coming down and carrying them one by one. I came back out and popped the trunk with the button on my keypad. I began to pile the boxes on the dolly when I noticed a tan, slightly muscular, brown haired, guy walking up to me, leaving his pack of friends.

"Hey, you look like you could use some help with those."

"Umm… Yea sure." I really didn't know what I was supposed to say.

He bent over and grabbed the last box out of my trunk and placed it on top of the on the others. "My name's Zac." He shut the trunk and stuck his hand out, so being polite I shook it, and told him my name. "Well, Alex, if you want I can take these to your room for you." He was smiling and I could tell from the look in his eyes that I was just a piece of meat to him.

"No, thank you though, that's nice of you to offer." I turned away.

"Come on, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't have to lug these boxes." …Oh he's good. Not good enough though. He was lacking just one thing, well not lacking, I don't know, let's just go with… he's not my type.

"If you really want to, go for it." Ok maybe that came out meaner than I meant it to, cause he had this odd look on his face... Whatever, him pushing the dolly meant I didn't have to.

He grabbed a hold of the dolly and began pushing into the building. "Which floor are you on?"

"3."

"I'm on 4, you're welcome up anytime." He looked back at me with a cheeky grin.

I chuckled "ha, yeah." I said quite sarcastically as we entered the elevator. We stood up against opposite walls of the elevator but I cloud feel him staring me down, checking me out. God I hate boys. The elevator went ding and the door opened on the 3rd floor. I walked out and I could still feel him watching me. I turned around and he didn't even bother to look away, instead his eyes went to my chest. "Really?"

He looked up confused. "What?"

"Ugh, nothing. I got it from here, thanks." I said motioning for him to leave.

He stepped away, and I grabbed the dolly and started to push. "Hey, uh, Alex." Great what now.

"What's up?" I turned to face him.

"Can I get your number?"

I looked at him and unintentionally squinted my eyes. "No. Bye Zac." I turned back around reading the numbers on the door in search of 307. In a short amount of time I found 307, and the door was slightly open. My heart rate picked up, I guess I'm just nervous. I could hear a faint tune playing. The closer I got the louder it was, and better yet it was my favorite band, Paramore.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, preparing to meet my roommate…