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August 17
10:00am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 114

Freddie Benson could not have been more desperate to escape from his overbearing mother than he was in this moment. Being stuck in a trailer with her for hours on end was the very definition of Hell. They had spent the night at a motel outside of the city so it would be cheaper, but the shittiness of the place wasn't worth the discount by a long shot. But finally, after a hellish day and a horrible night, the three of them had arrived at the school, and Freddie could breathe free for a few moments before the real hard work began.

In a way, he was actually happy to have Sam along as well. At least she could make his mother shut up, and he wouldn't look like the bad guy even though he loved it. Something about a woman standing up to his mother was always really hot to him, and it made him crave both Carly and Sam when they would try and stop her on his behalf. He was in a monogamous happy relationship with Jade, but he honestly felt a bit disappointed when Sam didn't share a bed with him, forcing him to sleep with his mother.

Sam actually didn't bring very much stuff, and barely two weeks’ worth of clothes, so Freddie had no idea how she was going to handle months of being stuck at school. Maybe she actually believed the crap about failing out, Freddie thought, as if she wasn't smart enough or good enough for college.

The former tech producer stared out the window of his new dorm room, the walls as bland and grey as he had feared. He had a sink counter, a small desk and chair, and a bare twin bed, but that was pretty much it for the 8x8 room, though since he was sharing, it really was more like a 6x6.

Marissa Benson pushed past her son, carrying boxes on boxes, while ordering Sam right behind whose arms were full of his stuff as well.

"Remind me again why you're not doing this Fredward?"

"Because Samantha," Ms. Benson answered back, "Freddie's arms are very delicate so he doesn't need to be carrying all these heavy boxes. You'd know that if you took better care of him when you k**s were… together."

Freddie rolled his eyes as his mother shivered at the idea of he and Sam dating, and he would have continued to just be annoyed if Sam hadn't dropped a box right where she was standing, creating a loud crash.

"Oops," she said purposely as she left the dorm room, to get more stuff from the trailer.

Freddie followed her out as quick as he could as Marissa began opening the boxes and setting up his little room just like his room back home. The overbearing mother nearly cried with each piece she unpacked, the memories flooding back reminding her that her baby was going to be gone for a long time.

She knew that he would eventually leave. Everyone left her eventually. And as per usual, a woman was at fault… Marissa knew it. The dirty and pale girl from this awful crime-ridden city would never have her Freddie. She'd be sure of that.

Despite only being gone for a few minutes, Freddie and Sam were shocked at how much his mother had done to the room. Galaxy Wars sheets were already on his bed, with a comforter and two pillows, each with the starring characters from the series. His closet was half full and his bath-room supplies had been arranged over his side of the room's sink.

"This is ten shades past creepy, Benson."

"Yeah," Freddie muttered putting his box of electronics down on the desk, looking forward to plugging all his tech up and making this place feel like home later. Sam practically threw her box onto his bed and marched off to get the last of his belongings. Marissa followed her, leaving Fred-die to finally take a deep breath, comfortable in his solidarity.

As he unpacked his tech, he heard the door behind him open and he casually called over his shoulder. "You better hope you didn't break anything Puckett."

"Ummm… what?"

Freddie spun around and was face to face with a thin curly black haired teen with glasses that he had to think for a moment to remember his name.

"Ronnie?"

"Robbie… but yeah, I thought you looked familiar. Guess we're roomies," he said excitedly raising his hand up for a high-five which Freddie awkwardly rewarded him with.

What actually caught Freddie's eye was what came in right behind Robbie. Freddie knew he had seen her before, but couldn't place her name. She had brown hair which was slightly curled, wearing short white shorts and a tight brick red blouse with one more button undone in the front than there should have been. He was helpless to stare at her generous cleavage and shapely mocha coloured legs.

He could have looked at her all day if his mother and Sam hadn't come back with the last few things, including a box that was entirely made of wet naps, sanitary wipes, and tons of sanitation products.

Sadly, any fantasy in his head disappeared the moment the talking started.

"Robbie!" The brunette whined, "This room is sooo small. I don't get why you don't just stay with your parents."

"Because Trina, I have lived with them for the last 18 years and I deserve to have some freedom and a sense of individualism."

"There's nothing wrong with a boy staying with his mother or his parents for his whole life," Marissa Benson announced to everyone from the doorway, much to the chagrin of Freddie. "It's completely natural, especially when he doesn't know how to take care of himself."

Freddie rolled his eyes as his mother unloaded the last batch onto his bed, as Sam carried her last load and put it on Freddie desk, pushing his al-ready unpacked tech backwards. When Marissa left the room, leaving the four teens to stand around and inspect each other as if they were on trial. Freddie couldn't grasp how someone like Robbie could get a curvaceous chick like Trina, and Sam was a bit confused as well. It was clear that Robbie and Trina both knew Freddie and Sam, which made things a little awkward. Trina knew Freddie was checking her out, but with the stuff she'd picked up from her s*ster, who was way too close to Jade, she didn't mind being checked out by a 'sex god' as Jade called him.

Sam started emptying out boxes as she looked around the room, anxious to finish and get the hell out of here. She still harboured serious feelings for Freddie, and while she had no idea what had happened between he and Carly a couple nights ago, she knew that neither of them wanted to talk about it. Freddie helped her unpack as Robbie and Trina left to get more of his stuff.

The LA based couple made a couple trips to the room and back over the course of the next few minutes, both seeming a bit uncomfortable that Freddie and Sam were in there together. They got their wish within a minute of Robbie shooting an odd look to Freddie, which neither teen exactly knew the meaning of, but it happened.

Robbie and Trina's salvation came in the form of Marissa Benson.

"Samantha, I went ahead and unloaded your stuff on the sidewalk outside. I just wanted to come by and say bye to you sweetie," she said, reaching out for a hug from her son. Freddie awkwardly paced toward her when Sam saved him by jumping in his path.

"You what?!" she shouted. "Why would you just drop my shit off on the ground and take off? Aren't you going to help me move into my dorm? It's like half a mile away!"

"True," she said coldly, just staring at the blonde like she'd just done a magic trick, before finally taking a sigh. "You're not my daughter. Freddie, call me three times a day, baby."

Freddie groaned some form of 'yes' as his mother finally shut the door behind her, leaving the steaming Sam to stew for a few moments before she also rushed out the door. The former tech producer felt like his hands were tied. He needed to help Sam since she helped him.

"Guess we'll see you guys later," Freddie said, shooting a two finger salute to Robbie and Trina. "Should be back in an hour or two."

Once the heavy door closed, the mismatched couple dropped what they were doing and embraced each other as if they hadn't touched in months. Since, really, they hadn't.

* * *

August 17
11:15am
UCLA- Scott Hall

With as little as Sam brought to school, it luckily only took one trip for Sam and Freddie, carrying the stuff that his mom left behind on the side-walk. Despite having little to talk about for over a month, the former lovers had no problem discussing Ms. Benson and how much each of them hated her. It was no surprise that while Freddie had plenty of examples for his own suffering at her hand, Sam clearly hated the middle aged woman more than life itself. Perhaps even more than her own degenerate mother, and that was saying something.

Freddie and Sam trekked up the stairs of the dorm, all the way to the third floor, which both could not be less happy with. Their arms were killing them, having to lug all of Sam's belongings to her new room. Of course her room was at the far end of the floor, so there was an even longer way to go for their relief.

Finally reaching Room 339, there was a note on the door signalling that this was indeed the room of an S. Puckett as well as a C. Valentine. The two friends managed to open the door, and realized that was a mistake a moment too late as their eyes were assaulted with more pink than any person ever needs to see.

* * *

August 17
11:20am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 114

"Fuck, I missed you…" Trina whispered. "I can't believe how much being in this room, where no one can see or hear us, turns me on."

"Yeah," Robbie said, caressing her back, slipping his hand along the soft and warm skin of her lower back, "I guess we've just gotten used to the idea of hiding and running around in secret. You know… since I'm pretty sure your dad wants to shoot me."

"Please," Trina huffed, running her fingers down the front of his pants, "My dad wants to shoot everyone."

Truth be told, it was less about Robbie that had gotten Trina all hot and bothered and more the web celebrity who was supposedly amazing in bed undressing her with his eyes. The thin curly haired teen began to kiss Trina's neck and snapped her from her fantasy, and she moaned at his mouth. Robbie's hand slid up her shirt, fingers circling each button as he went up until he rested his hands in the valley of her cleavage.

"You love my tits too much, Robbie Shapiro… You're lucky I love that about you."

Trina used her hand to guide his hand over her chest, squeezing where she wanted him to and puppeteering his thumbs to circle her hardening nipples. Once she had him where she wanted him, she began to unbutton her blouse slowly, and as the last button popped, the strained shirt felt as much relief as she did, the cool air feeling really good on her hot stomach. Robbie moved his mouth downward to her purple bra covered chest and casually sucked and nibbled on her soft pillows along the bra line before moving to the one next to it.

The awkward teen quickly threw off his shirt, and quickly undid his pants, clearly wanting to rush things along, now standing in nothing but his boxers. Trina met him by unbuttoning her shorts and turning around before bending over and sliding them down so he could see that she was wearing a lace purple thong, separating her perfect and plentiful ass.

The eldest Vega, still facing away from him, backed up until Robbie was right behind her, nothing but a centimetre’s width of cloth between their hot fleshes, his hardened, upwards facing member fitting perfectly into the curve of her ass. As she backed up closer and tighter, she felt his nimble hands slide up her stomach, sending a chill through her body before he cupped her breasts through her bra. After months of waiting and practice, Robbie was thankful Trina was wearing a front clasping bra.

The clothing fell to the ground as Trina's bountiful breasts spilled out and became dough in the curly haired teen's artful hands. He knew exactly where to squeeze, and before she even realized it, only one hand was clutching her breast as the other headed south, his ring and middle fingers pressing against her barely covered mound. Sliding his hand inside her underwear he could feel that she was completely shaved, but he could feel bumps, knowing that she must have shaved very recently. He teased her dripping sex as he held her body close to his, and toyed with her hood for a few moments before rubbing her love button.

Trina moaned as she bucked her hips against him, and the third or fourth thrust against his rigid cock, she realized that his boxers were gone. They pooled around his ankles as she reached up behind her head and gripped his hair on the back of his head, pulling him downward to kiss her. The angle wasn't the most comfortable, but the way he was treating her body, a little neck pain didn't bother her at all.

Robbie suddenly broke the kiss and subtly pushed her body onto the unmade bed, marvelling at the way her D cups bounced and jiggled as she fell, though they looked like they were bordering DD's now. He dropped to his knees and took her soft orbs into his hands squeezing them upwards and suckling her dark nipples. Her skin tasted like sweet honey, but that could have just been a feeling of missing her for so long.

She couldn't help but arch her back at the pleasure, eyes rolling back a bit as she wiggled from his touch. His oral assaulted continued down her taut stomach, sliding his tongue into her belly button, sending goose bumps along her soft skin.

When he reached his destination, he hooked his fingers into the thong and slid it down her legs, kissing and nibbling her thighs as he breathed in her sex. She was intoxicating and he couldn't help but press his face into her steaming pussy to take it all in before he began to devour her, taking her legs over his shoulders.

Trina gasped loudly and gripped his hair tight keeping him in place, her grip tightening the more of his spongey tongue explored her core. If her breasts tasted like honey than her honey pot tasted more like a sweet nectar of the gods. Finding her clit, he suckled it, his hot mouth stimulating her every nerve as her body shook with what would be her first orgasm that she didn't bring on herself in over two months. She came hard, bucking her generous hip against his hungry face as he lapped up his reward.

Robbie began to stand, and Trina started to prepare herself to repay his favour when he flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees on his bed. He reached into his jeans to grab a condom from his wallet and slid the protection on before resuming his place at her entrance. The way she shook her ass at him drove him absolutely wild, and he pulled her sex apart a bit before pushing his entire length into her incredibly tight and hot pussy, her juices creating the perfect lube for the penetration.

Trina screamed out, trying to grab anything to silence herself, and eventually just grabbed her hair and bit down as she was impaled over and over, pushing her against the wall that the bed was against. She planted her hands on the wall, her body getting weaker with each overpowering thrust. Trina kept looking back at Robbie with this anim*listic and hungry look in her eyes that was maybe the hottest thing Robbie had ever seen.

Robbie's hands tightly gripped her hips as he thrust harder and faster as Trina desperately tried to brace herself for the overwhelming pounding. She knew she couldn't last much longer before her arms and knees gave out, and as if he could tell, he reached down and rescued her. He remained inside her as he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, ploughing into her with the same speed and force. The powerless feeling in the hand of someone she never would have expected to be the dominant kind made Trina all the more enamoured with the situation.

Leaning her head back more, his lips met hers as the couple kissed while he penetrated her recesses with his hardened tool. Trina never imagined feeling this kind of connection, let alone with someone like Robbie, and the situation just felt perfect. She quivered and gave a deep squeal as she came again, but this time, she wasn't alone.

Feeling the vicelike grip on his rod from her second orgasm of the day was too much for Robbie and he released her arms and gripped her breasts tightly as he gave one last push and fired deep inside her, filling the condom up with his seed as the couple rode out their pleasure.

Disposing of the condom in a tissue from Freddie's unloaded health supplies, Robbie quickly joined his girlfriend in putting clothes back on. Things had escalated way faster than either of them expected and while it wasn't exactly how they imagined their first time after a two month break, it certainly wasn't disappointing. Neither of them said anything, unsure of exactly how to respond to what just happened. Silently they unloaded the boxes, and within 5 minutes, no one would have even considered they had been fooling around a few minutes before.

* * *

August 17
11:15am
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 339

"You're my roommate! That's so exciting!"

Sam had barely gotten the stuff out of her hands when the bouncing redhead was barrelling toward her ready to hug her and bounce up and down.

"You need to let me go," Sam said, looking the room over, now that her eyes had adjusted. Cat had decorated the entire room, not just her half, which would have been great for Sam who really didn't have any decorations of her own, but the overwhelming pinkness was almost enough to make her feel nauseous. "You… really like pink don't you?"

"Are you k**ding?" the breathy wide-eyed redhead said looking all over the room. "It's my favourite colour everrrr!"

The way Cat held the word 'ever' was almost like nails on a chalkboard for the angry blonde. Freddie was a bit on edge as well from the way Cat was acting, but given their history, he really didn't want to spend too much time in the room. He had deflowered her, and he was pretty sure she was in love, at least she used to be, with his girlfriend.

When Sam had nightmares the week before of what her worst possible roommate could be, Cat was fulfilling nearly all of those traits. The perky redhead was nice at least, and at least in that respect, she reminded her a little of Carly.

Freddie slowly slid out from the room, knowing Sam needed to unpack her own stuff, but was stopped as he ran face first into another girl walking in. The former tech producer knew immediately who she was, and it was clear she was related to the Trina girl, but as he looked at the thin tan teen, with a loose fitting white blouse with tight skinny jeans. Tori wasn't dolled up like her s*ster, but she looked very natural, and Freddie was actually a bit ashamed of the thoughts he was having about her- wondering what Jade and her sessions must be like.

"Oh wow… I'm sorry," she said, feeling bad for not seeing him for the box in her hands. "Freddie, right?"

"Oh, yeah…" Freddie said, snapping out of his daydream, "You're Tori. Jade's told me a lot about you."

"Yeah…?" Tori looked at him, wondering how much he really knew. The youngest Vega looked at how Freddie was looking at her, and she felt a bit exposed, but after everything she had heard from Jade, she couldn't help but feel a spark of desire that he found her desirable. "She's definitely talked about you quite a bit."

"If you two are done eye fucking each other, you can go now Freddie."

Freddie and Tori looked over at Sam, who was rolling her eyes at them as she slid between them to move all the crap off her bed, trying to decide if she could live with the unicorn covered sheets Cat had already put on the bed.

"It was good to see you guys," Freddie said, slipping out of the door, leaving the girls to talk as he called Jade to ask where she was.

"We weren't… you know… doing that," Tori said aloud, not sure what she was supposed to say in this situation.

"One time, my brother got pink eye."

Sam and Tori slowly turned their heads to look at Cat incredulously. Tori was able shrug off yet another Cat's brother story pretty easily, but Sam couldn't help but let her mind take over as to what kind of hell living with her might be.

"You can do whatever you want with that nub," Sam said, callously. "He's not my problem or anything."

"I know…" Tori said, hoping that Sam wouldn't be as hostile as she'd heard the blonde might be. "But I know you guys are friends, and he's with Jade, so I hope you know I would never-"

"Tori!" Cat called out, but acted like she was whispering to the Latina, "You're over-explaining things. You have to stop."

Desperately trying to change the subject, Tori looked at the slim pickings on Sam's side. "Did you not bring a lot of stuff? If you have more stuff, I can help you."

"Nope," Sam said, tossing a garbage bag full of clothes into her closet. "Don't need stuff anyway."

"Ah… well, Cat and I are heading to my room to finish setting my stuff up if you want to come with."

Sam considered laughing at Tori's expectation of her to help strangers, but somehow the thought of being alone in this room was infinitely worse, so she decided the only thing she could. "Sure… lead the way. I just hope you have food."

* * *

August 17
11:35am
UCLA- Scott Hall
Room 602

Freddie had called Jade three times, but there was no answer, until finally, just as Freddie reached the center of campus, he received a text.

-Sorry. Left phone in car when unpacking. I'm in Scott 602. Not alone either

Freddie quickly fired back an ok, and headed back to where he was half an hour before, trekking through tons of really attractive girls and guys, and for a split second, he wondered if coming here would drive Jade to trade up. As he headed back up the stairs of Scott Hall, he felt completely exhausted by the time he reached the sixth floor. Freddie exited the staircase and took an immediate right to follow the signs for what rooms were on which hallway, but was stopped cold after only a couple steps.

There was an elevator.

"Fucking seriously?!" he muttered to himself, earning looks from a couple of parents who were overburdened by luggage and boxes.

Freddie took a sharp turn, heading around the corner to the rooms and paused ten feet from the door. In the middle of the hallway stood the most beautiful dark haired girl he had ever met, in a tight vintage rock tee-shirt and jeans. The couple exchanged no words, just smiles, as Jade almost ran to him and pinned him to a wall, the couple holding each other tight and sharing the best kiss that either could remember for quite some time.

Freddie pushed them away from the wall and picked his girlfriend up by her waist, twirling her around while they just grinned into each other's mouths.

Pulling her head away for just a moment after he had set her back down, she slapped his face playfully before looking at him intently.

"Don't you ever leave me for a month like that again, Benson. I was going nuts without you."

"I missed you too Jade."

Her attempt at an angry face just came across as cute and Freddie pressed his lips to hers, his hand on the back of her neck. The Goth teen play-fully suckled his bottom lip as she pulled away from his kiss, her eyes fluttering, clearly enjoying herself.

"We should probably get to your room, Jade" Freddie said, pulling a piece of hair over her ear. "Not really sure if we want to just be making out in this hallway with all the traffic."

Jade pouted a bit, but gripped his hand tight as she led him a few steps to her door, which had her initialled last name, and N. Westlake. "Just let-ting you know, my roommate is in there. She's… well, you'll see."

As the door opened, Freddie's eyes were surprised to see a lot of familiar anime characters were adorned on the wall, Jade's roommate, clearly a fan of some of the stuff he was. In fact, everything in the room seemed vaguely Asian, and Freddie was actually expecting an exchange student or something, but was surprised to see that she was actually white.

She looked a little bit like Carly, but was a bit fairer skinned, with short jet black hair that was up in pigtails. She had big light green eyes, her ears stuck out a little bit, each adorned with at least three piercings, and she had a tiny ring in her left nostril.

"Freddie," Jade said, trying to be cordial to introduce her roommate to her boyfriend who seemed to be checking her out, "This is Noelle. Noelle, this is my boyfriend, Freddie."

"Look at you being the nice mediating hostess," Freddie joked, earning a strange glance from the new girl. "Don't be fooled- she's really mean deep down."

"Jade's been super nice to me so far…" the raven haired teen said softly, actually unsure if Freddie was joking.

There was an awkward silence as Freddie helped Jade unpack some of her stuff and get set up, but it seemed like every other thing he tried to do, she shoo'ed him away, citing that it was 'secret stuff.' Noelle was nearly done and she actually spent a little bit of time watching the couple, and wondering some things to herself. However, for the first time today, the girl wasn't checking him out.

Noelle didn't want it to come out, and she really hoped that Jade wouldn't find out and freak, but she was fast developing a little crush on Jade. The shy teen knew nothing would ever come of it, but Jade's style, attitude, everything really about her was right up Noelle's alley.

"So, where are you from?" Freddie asked, trying to make non-awkward conversation, snapping Noelle out of her trance.

"Oh… umm… Michigan."

"Wow," that's a pretty huge change," Freddie said, hoping that Jade would join the conversation. "What brought you all the way to LA?"

"Not sure… just needed something different. I lived in this small town, and I just knew that it was not where I wanted to spend the rest of my life."

"Cool," Freddie said with his back turned, opening a box he was pretty excited to see contained Jade's underwear, both the normal and special variety. The box was quickly snatched from his hands by an annoyed Jade, prompting Freddie to re-join the conversation. "I'm from Seattle. Jade is from here in LA."

"Yeah…" Noelle said, catching a peek inside Jade's recently recovered box, her mind going blank. "She… mentioned that."

Silence returned as Noelle finished the last bit of her unpacking and Jade and Freddie neared the end of what she would allow him to see and help her with. The couple had to use a lot of restraint because ever since the moment they locked eyes in the hall, all either one had wanted to do was to pin the other one to the ground and ravage their body. Jade was desperately hoping that Freddie would be able to spend his nights in here, but she was really on the edge about having to deal with Noelle. Especially not knowing how she might feel on that subject.

"I guess we should go help Tori out with her room," Jade said, knowing that being in this enclosed space and this close to Freddie would be too much for her eventually. "I mentioned I'd help her… Guess I shouldn't be a liar."

"You're so thoughtful, babe," Freddie said, kissing her cheek. "I actually saw her before I came to see you. I was helping Sam get set up with Cat of all people."

"Whoa… Sam and Cat? Living together? Who would be dumb enough to put those two together? If your bitch hurts Cat I'm going to break her face."

Freddie had no idea why Jade was so heated on this topic, but he figured that deep down she probably felt like she needed to care for Cat. Maybe Sam wouldn't do a bad job of that though, but he certainly wasn't worried.

"Cat will be fine. Sam can be a bit too aggressive at times, but so can someone else I know, Jade West."

The couple shared a small laugh and intimate look, clearly both pained by an inability to make real their in-head reunion fantasies.

"Fine… Let's go help Vega, and then you and I are going to have sit down," Jade said, her eyes giving a flicker of something anim*listic, leaving Freddie to wonder if she really needed to talk, or if that was code for fool around.

"Yes, ma’am," He said coyly, stealing a kiss on her forehead before walking to the door to open it for her exit.

"Hey," a voice called out behind them, causing both to look back at Noelle. "If she needs any help, I can help too… If it’s ok… Kinda don't want to be here by myself."

"Without even consulting Jade, Freddie motioned her to come on, earning himself a very pissed look from Jade as the shorter teen joined the couple on their journey.

* * *

August 17
11:55am
UCLA- Pierce Hall
Room 114

Robbie and Trina had finally finished unloading and unpacking all of his stuff and were contemplating trying to fool around a bit more before someone could come in. Just as his hands slipped underneath Trina's blouse, his pocket began to vibrate. Beck has the worst timing, he thought.

"Hey Beck, what's up...? Oh ok… cool. We'll be there in a few… Trina… Yeah, she helped me move in… Oh come on, she's a lot better about that," Robbie grimaced at Trina, not meaning to upset her, but it was clear to Trina, even not getting half the conversation that she wasn't wanted. "Seriously…? Good luck with that, man. Be there in like five minutes."

"Should I even ask what he wanted?"

Robbie took a deep sigh before starting, "He's just getting moved in and since we are in the same building he told me I should come by."

"Not really sure, Robbie… he was kind of a dick to me a couple days ago when we ran onto him and that gank," she said softly, hoping they could share more time together before she had to leave.

"Kelly's not with him, if that makes you feel better."

"Not really… but let's go. Knowing him, he won't have much stuff."

The couple exited the ground floor of Pierce and headed towards the elevator to the third floor where Beck was located. They cautiously held hands, but both seemed to withdraw whenever they might possibly be seen, a by-product of secretly dating for so long. After several minutes, they found their way to his room, and knocked on a door labelled 'B. Oliver and H. Alexander.'

Neither was prepared for the hulking guy that answered the door, in a tight tank top. He was clearly an athlete and had very chiselled features, topped off with shaggy blonde hair.

"Can I help… you?" the guy said, devoting his attention solely to Trina. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't get off from the attention from one of the hottest men she'd ever seen. "Well, what's up, girl?"

The door slid open some more to reveal a really exhausted looking Beck who looked like he was already in hell from this arrangement. While Beck always viewed himself as an easy going guy, this was the worst possible feeling. He didn't care for football, which this guy, Hunter, seemed to be all about.

The two had already gotten off to a bad start when Beck arrived and things devolved into passive aggressive behaviour over the spacing of their room. Things had just calmed down when Robbie and Trina arrived. The couple walked in, Trina texting as fast as she could, and Hunter wasn't even hiding the fact that he was undressing Trina with his eyes.

"So you guys made it… Good deal," Beck said, nodding looking over at the boxes he'd probably have no room for since Hunter was making things difficult. Beck was not especially a fan of Trina, but seeing her flirting with Hunter right in front of Robbie made him almost red in the face with anger.

Robbie headed over and tried to find a place to put some of Beck's stuff while Trina distracted Hunter enough for Beck to cross into 'his' side to unpack stuff.

"You are, like, so hot," she said, running her hand along his arm muscles.

"You're not too bad yourself, chickie… I've actually been looking for a nice hot piece of ass, and-"

Robbie spun around, as angry as Beck. "I'm right here, Trina!" he shouted.

"I can tell, fag…" Hunter chuckled, "Clearly you have a stalker."

"He's actually my boyfriend," Trina said, almost embarrassed, though she wasn't sure about what- dating Robbie, or the way she was acting right here.

"Nah… I know what you need," Hunter snarled, grabbing her ass tightly, as she struggled to pull away from him. "You need a man, not some pencil dick geek."

"Dude," Beck said, clearly seeing that Robbie was about to lose it and start crying. This was horrible, and he felt bad for thinking Trina was better than this. "Not cool. That's my friend's girl, and you need to chill out."

"Yeah, we'll see. Let's ask… what's your name?"

"Trina," she said, softly, wondering how she could get out of this.

"Cool… Trina, you like what you see here, or do you really want Tinydick McGlasses over there?"

Trina didn't say anything but backed away slowly towards Robbie, unsure how to handle his attitude. There was an awkward silence as Robbie was infuriated by his girlfriend, but was glad she actually chose him. This situation was pretty bad for his self-esteem, and he thought it was to her credit that she didn't make it worse.

Things would have stayed that tense if there wasn't another knock at the door, and when Beck opened it, he was surprised to see Tori.

"What's the emergency, Trina?!" she said from the doorway, not wanting to go near the hulking guy in Beck's room. Trina didn't speak but darted her eyes over to the guy. "Sorry," she said as softly as she could. "I'm Tori, Trina's s*ster… are you Beck's roommate?"

"Hunter… and yeah, certainly seems that way."

Tori just nodded, understandably attracted to the guy, but she couldn't put her finger on why.

Using her s*ster's entry as a cover, Trina and Robbie slipped out of the room and headed out of sight, leaving Tori and Beck with Hunter.

"Look, I was just telling your s*ster how pretty she was, but I think she's pretty much tied down to that p**o lookin' dude. You though… you are way too fine. I gotta go, and no pressure, but my brothers and I are having a party tonight. You have got to swing by... I'll save you a drink."

The large teen headed out of the dorm, smiling as he successfully hit on two hot s*sters and managed to emasculate two guys. It was a good day, in his mind.

"Tori, I don't think you should-"

"Beck," Tori snapped. "You don't get to tell me what you think I should be doing."

"I get that," Beck said, taking a sigh, "But that dude is bad news. He's a sophomore but he has to live with freshmen because of his behaviour. He's just… not a good person to-"

"Look, Beck… I don't care. If you cared about me you never would have hooked up with Kelly… You would have waited. And you certainly wouldn't have done me as bad as you did when we were together."

"Tori-"

"Just stop… Until you can show me that we are actually friends, I don't want to friggin' deal with your bullshit."

He wanted to reply, but she'd opened and slammed the door behind her, leaving Beck to stand in the center of the room, and look for some outlet for his anger.

* * *

August 17
12:45pm
UCLA-
En route to Scott Hall

"I can't believe you texted me that I needed to come for an emergency just for a guy!"

Trina shouted back at her s*ster. "He was hot and I thought you should see him. You should be thankful I thought of you."

"Grateful… yeah, that's the word." Robby sighed and headed back towards his dorm room, separating fully from the Vega s*sters. Once he was gone, they continued their bickering.

"You really hurt Robbie's feelings you know, Trina."

"I know… I didn't mean to." It was clear that she was actually sorry, but that didn't change the fact that she let it happen, and disrespected her relationship with Robbie completely. "Did you finish moving in?"

"Yeah," Tori said, "Cat, Sam, Freddie, Jade, and her roommate all came out to help me. It was actually kinda nice. Kinda wish my s*ster would have been that considerate…"

"Whatever Tori… I was helping Robbie."

Tori wanted to respond, but he figured that Trina might have a point. At least she was serving someone besides herself for once.

"I'm gonna miss you, Tori…"

"Trina, we will see each other like every other weekend or so… and that's if YOU never visit ME. It won't be that bad… at least we won't have to share a bathroom."

"That would be nice not to have your slow ass holding me back from getting ready in the morning," Trina joked.

The s*sters laughed and took a deep breath to sigh out, and before they could reach the door, Trina had stopped.

"I'm gonna head home, Tor… I promised I'd have lunch with mom and dad before we head over to my school."

"Seriously? They offer to have lunch with you, but they just shove me out of the house with stuff and say good luck?"

"Look, Tori," Trina said, preparing herself for an emotional heart to heart. "We've known for a while that mom and dad, like everyone else, loves me more than you. It's not your fault… I just bring a certain-"

"I get it Trina," Tori muttered. "Go have lunch and tell mom and dad I love them. I will text you guys later."

Tori watched her s*ster disappear, heading for the parking lot, before heading into the dorm. She prayed that whoever her roommate was, that she would at least be better than Trina. Tori was only on the first floor, so at least she didn't have to lug stuff up all over the place.

She stared at her door, which clearly said 'V. Vega and', but the name beside it had been marked through with a permanent marker, concealing the roommate's identity. Opening her door, she expected to see the friends she had left in here when she got the dishonestly 'urgent' text and headed out. On the desk was a note.

-Vega,

Went to lunch at the shithole they serve us at, so just find your way there and I, Freddie, Cat, and Noelle should be there. Also, I used your absence to look through all your drawers. Just letting you know.

-Jade

PS: You have no sex toys. That's weird. You need to look into that.

Well, Tori thought, at least she was thoughtful enough to leave her a note. Not sure why she didn't text me though.

Shrugging off her friend's actions, she sat down on her bed, for the first time, feeling the exhaustion of the day, and it wasn't even half over. Her mind raced over the concept of going to school here, and it scared her already. The classes hadn't even started yet, but the youngest Vega was scared pretty senseless by the thought of being on her own and without her parents. And without Jade to 'de-stress' with, Tori knew she might have some troubles.

Tori lay back and shut her eyes for a few seconds, taking everything in before she raced off to meet up with her friends yet again. She couldn't help thinking about Beck's roommate and how hot he was. He was like a bigger version of Nate, and at least he showed some genuine interest for her. The thought of dating an older guy was always kinda hot for Tori, and meeting Hunter was not helping that situation.

Her fantasy was stopped short when there was a knock at the door. Tori sauntered over to the door and opened it revealing a tanned and tatted blonde holding a couple boxes.

"'Sup roomie?" Kelly said as she marched through the door and dropped her stuff off on her side of the room before offering her fist for Tori to pound.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking k**ding me…" she said, less than silently to herself as she shut the door behind the dim blonde.