Love The Roommate

"Call every day! Every single day! Understood?!"

I rolled my eyes at my dad's behavior. He's been like that since we got into the car. Now we were standing in front of the entrance of the university and he doesn't seem to leave anytime soon.

My dad was in his forties, with brown hair and brown eyes, and build up body that he still kept from his early years of high school. And he is the best dad ever. But sometimes, he would just love to make sure of some things; even though he knows I will call every minute.

"Dad, I said I will call, don't worry." I assured him again

"Now that you and your brother aren't there, I will be so lonely. I will just miss my little girl." Dad said, smiling sadly.

"Oh dad," I put my luggage on the ground, and hugged him.

"Don't worry, I will call every day. And you have Bethany to take care of you, don't worry. I love you." I said softly, trying to assure him.

"Oh sweetie, I love you too." Dad said, slightly pulling away to look at me.

"I am so proud of you and what you arrived to. I can't believe my little girl is off to college."

I smiled up at him.

"Okay, dad. Time to go. Don't worry, I will call every day." I said.

To be honest, I didn't want him to leave. I love my dad more than anything in the world. Him and my older brother Alec, of course. But if I stayed longer here, tears will break free. And I don't want that. I hate goodbyes. And that's not one. Not a goodbye. This is just a see you later.

"Call me tonight." Dad said, letting me go and getting in the car.

"I will," I smiled.

"I love you, Jess." Dad said after he turned on the engine of the car.

"I love you too, Dad." I said.

care of yourself, I love you." Dad called as

my head,

around to look at the

to myself, "Here we go." Then

star. Or I will never be good enough for him. And as much as I miss him already, I need to do this, to finish college and forget everything bad in my past and focus on my future that consists of me and him only. I need to do this. For

room. One for you and one for your roommate.

my roommate's? "Sure."

State University." The assistant

smiled brightly at her

to clarify my room number as I walked in the hall of the

With golden letters on the brown door was 334, my home for the next

eyes

stepped in, my luggage in hand, which consisted

the luggage aside then took a quick look to

and one for my roommate. The sheets were pure white, with white pillows. Two dressers by each bed and of course, two desks to study on beside each dresser and a

a window by one of the desks that looked at a huge garden that was part of the university where

obviously, took the side

started unpacking. I put my clothes in my dresser. Some other

crossed my mind when I got reminded that I will be showering there for a whole four years. It's the

drawer in my desk. Then

find that I took

want to, but I am not really a social girl and I don't speak much. I don't really know what to do about it.

will be friends with my roommate. Hopefully, she

scared of tomorrow and what it

a knock was sounded from the door, pulling me

She doesn't have the

and went to answer it. I hope she's decent and

and suddenly froze at the sight