After Steff, things could only get better. At least I told myself. I condemned my action of running to the bathroom to my mental. I would not run when the next roomie comes. I will firmly walk to the front of the apartment and god forbid if she is eating my damn K, I will rip it out of her grubby hands! Ok, so as you can see I have a problem with confrontation and a color imagination that’s always in hindsight mode.

Sounds of a door know rattling greet my ears and I prepare myself for another Steff. The door opens and a really big dude with boxes in tow traipsing in. "Hello" I say, how can I help you. He goes “Nope just helping Casey with her stuff”. Before I could even respond in walks another dude with more stuff. This stuff was special. It was tattooed with Louis Vutton symbols all over it. It was a luggage set. This girl,  who ever she was had to be as glitzy as they come. It would be nice to see her I thought. In she comes with a red strapless top and some super tight skinny jeans. Her eyes are protected by these really big black sunglasses that wraps around her face like she was out of a futuristic movie. She had on these gold shoes that were sparkly like Dorothy’s ruby slippers out of the wizard of OZ. The shoes were memorizing. I found myself staring at them with much intensity. “Hello, I’m Casey” she said in a bubbly voice. Excuse me for staring, I apologized to her. But I’ve never seen such sparkly shoes before. She smiled, knowing that I was checking out her shoes.... " these are my fav!"  They were mMy very first pair of Christian Louboutin’s. I pretended to have a clue? So where are you from I asked her. I am from the OC. “OC” I repeated with a touch of confusion. “Orange County” she said in amaze. “Where have you been?” I told her that I was not familiar with the county’s in California only the major citys. So what brings you to Tennessee, I ask with much intent. Someone who is tall, dark and very handsome she sings. Are you a cheer leader I ask? Bingo, you got it. You totally look like one I tell her. Most girls in the OC looks like cheerleaders. So who is this tall dark and handsome guy? His name is Chet and he is the love of my life. He should have went to USC though. For some reason he decided to come to this school. He said that they have a really intense football program. “That’s cool” I say, but why are you here? You did not get my answer the first time I see she says. I am here because of a guy named Chet, he is the love of my… “Ok I get it” quickly interrupting her. You are here because of your boyfriend. Why are you “here” though? Why are you in a 4 person apartment off campus. Shouldn’t you be at some swanky condo or penthouse? Sure she said, but in all honesty my parents aren’t all that thrilled that I have decided to follow my heart instead of following the family tradition. What’s the family tradition? Ivy League she gasped. My parents don’t understand that I am so not Ivy League material. I mean for example, you have to study a lot; not me. You have to study alot—oh I already said that....  “I get your point” I responded rather dryly. I was so damn pissed! The nerve of her. I am at this damn college because I cant afford Yale, or shall I say my parents cant. She’s here cause she does not want to study hard & she followed a guy???? What the hell!!!! I would so die to be in her shoes. Ok not those Christian whatevers; I would totally bust my ass. This girl is full of action and a nerd like me can stand a little shot of it. Two down one to go