“So, if the president of KT is ever in our room, don’t freak out.” Giselle said to her roommate, Allison. “He’s very protective.”

In an odd arrangement of events, Giselle sat next to Luke, her ex-boyfriend, for one of the history classes she was taking, she should have known it would happen, his major is art history. She didn’t want things to be awkward, so she decided to talk to him. “So, I heard you’re a pledge for Omega Chi.”

                     it still takes him a moment or two to   ACTUALLY   come through. there’s fear gripping at his nerve endings like they’re trying to choke him, and he can feel the shiver run up his spine before it shakes him. he has to catch his breath in such a way he hasn’t feared since he still clutched an inhaler in shaky hands, and calming down enough to gather his senses is an   ORDEAL.            JUST A DREAM.       a nightmare, allison had said. and if her voice was here, then that must mean he’s well out of it now.                   scott’s hands rise up to his face. hiding both the shame, and rubbing some of the sweat and sleep from his eyes.  he sits up a little, careful not to shift the bed too much. he must’ve fallen asleep during the movie.            “ sorry. ”              he says, a bit embarrassed. he doesn’t remember the nightmare, but he can’t imagine he’d said anything good during it.  and as there was no light peaking in from the blinds and the room held that soft, empty kind of tension only the dead of night could bring, he’d known he’d woken her up.         “ i---i thought i was done with those. ”

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