Love Aint Always Pretty

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 England 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 the last 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 England, 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 placed my last 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.

"Gladly." I answered.

I hand my phone to Cameron and both of us got inside his black 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 alone last night for a night out with his friends and he's giving me an eye for telling mom about it.

dead." He mouths.

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 England.

a fresh graduate for business administration from WSU as well and he's currently working on our company as an employee, a regular employee and he's been whining about taking over my dad's company but sadly dad wants him to start from the bottom so

a safe flight. I love you too. Yes. I

phone away from his hand before he could

today and I'll miss your clumsy

sweet. Wow. I'm tearing up

believe mom and dad are letting you major in English Literature. It's a lame

a publishing company someday. I might even write an article about you by the time you'll be taking over the company. Just like you

that's going to happen." He rolled his eyes

WSU, I was enthralled. I hugged Cameron, "Don't

laugh as he pulls himself away from him. "Maybe a

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 flashed his headlights at me. I continued walking and finally had my keys for my

roommate is

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

very convenient and cheap, I think it'll work for me. My roommate still hasn't come here and I wonder how she looks like or perhaps at least just know her name. There's no photographs

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.

that it wasn't some crazy killer or a ghost. Christ, is there a ghost here in the ladies dormitory? I reached for the knob and a knock by the door again made me jump back a

He's drunk.

He's really drunk.

"Who are--"

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

think he is.

why is he

or something. Maybe this is his boyfriend. Is she expecting him to come here? God, he's killing me with

by kicking it. As I move towards the other bed to let him sleep there, I fell out of balance 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 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

in particular but my eyes

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

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

bed again and after a little while, he's waking up. His eyes are actually opening, but just

drop some crackers

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

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