“Did you get up early?” She yawned.
I nodded, heading to my side of the room to make my bed.
“I hate mornings.” She ran her fingers through her wild and tangled hair. “Would you mind waiting for me to shower, so we can get breakfast together?”
“I can wait,” I assured her.
“Great.” She slowly peeled her body out of bed and grumbled unintelligibly all the way to the bathroom.
While Thea was getting ready I spent the time unpacking the last of my things—which was mostly my clothes. I hadn’t brought much with me decoration wise. Looking at Thea’s side of the room I thought I might have to remedy that fact, because I wasn’t sure I could handle all the pink.
Thea took her sweet time doing her hair and makeup. I was about ready to throttle her by the time she said she was ready. I was starving and she was holding up progress.
I followed her out of the building and instead of turning to head towards the dining hall she went the other way.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
She shrugged. “My brother told me about this neat little diner on campus. I thought we’d check it out. My treat,” she smiled.
When she looked at me like that I found it impossible to say no.
I didn’t want to like her. Hell, I wanted to hate her. But something told me it was impossible not to like Thea. She was one of those people that were so vibrant and full of life that they were impossible to ignore.
Five minutes later we stood in front of the diner. Thea pushed open the door and a bell chimed pleasantly.
“Take a seat anywhere!” One of the waitresses called as she bustled behind the counter.
I followed Thea to a booth in the corner. The place was busy, but not too crowded.
Menus were already on the table and we each picked one up.
“Hmm,” Thea hummed, “everything sounds so good. I don’t know what to get.”
“I think I’m going to get the waffles,” I shrugged, setting the menu aside.
“Those do look good.” She licked her lips as if she could taste them already. “I think I’ll get them too.”
By the time a waitress finally made it to us we placed our drink and food order.
When the waitress left I longed for her to return, because her departure meant I was going to be forced to talk to Thea.
“So,” Thea drummed her fingers against the table, “I guess we should get to know each other, since we’re going to be living together and everything.”
I crossed my hands on the table and sat back. “Is that really necessary?”
Her lips quirked. “Yeah, it kind of is.” Leaning forward, her voice lowered. “I know you said you don’t want to be friends, but frankly I think that’s stupid, Rae. We’re going to be living together for quite a while and we should try to get along. I can tell you’re the type of person that pushes people away and while I can respect that to an extent, I refuse to tiptoe around my roommate.”
Whoa. This girl was nothing like what I thought when I first met her. I’d thought then that she was a clueless bimbo, but she saw more than I gave her credit for.
“Okay, then,” I shrugged, hoping I wasn’t making the wrong decision, “what do you want to know?”
“What are you studying?”
Easy enough. I hadn’t expected that. I figured she’d go right for the jugular and ask me why I was so fucked up. Thea was full of surprises.
“Photography. You?” I didn’t see the point in going into deeper details with her. The less I said the better.
She bit her plump bottom lip and looked down at the table. “Undecided.” Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. “Yeah, I’m one of those people.”