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It was the first day of college. Riley Griffin had convinced his family to let him go to university in the town of Amber Beach.
He was walking to his next class, looking down at the map in his hands. He should have watched where he was going.
Crash
Riley collided face first into a random pedestrian. Well not exactly a pedestrian.
Riley sat up to see a dark haired man and a skateboard lying next to him. Before he knew it, the man was up, grabbing his board.
Riley quickly scrambled to his feet. He turned to face the man. As he opened his mouth to speak, the man said, “Sorry ‘bout that, mate,” as he rode off on his skateboard.
He was weird. Who even rides a skateboard indoors. Isn’t that against campus rules. Riley sighed. It’s not like he can do anything about it anymore. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and headed off to class.
Physics was boring. Math was worse. Nothing was hard. Actually that was the problem. Everything was too easy. He left as soon as classes were over.
Riley pulled out his map. He hadn’t used his phone like the others. That was partly because his phone died before noon. He’ll charge it once he gets to his dorm room.
College dorms. Having to share a tiny space with someone else. Riley was used to it though. He had to share his room with his brother back when he lived at the farm.
He opened the door to his new room only to find, to his surprise, a complete mess. Trash was all over the floor and clothes were scattered across the room. He saw the dark haired man from earlier rummaging through his bag. Riley sighed. He did not have a good first impression. And, to Everyone Riley, first impressions were everything. Riley took a deep breath before approaching him.
“Hey, um, I’m Riley Griffin. And you are?” Riley said.
The man turned around and smirked.
“Oh, you again. Names Chase. Chase Randall.” He said.
Well at least introductions were done. Riley threw his bag on his bed and proceeded to methodically arrange all of his belongings. It was his way of coping. After he finished there was a stark contrast between Chase’s messy half of the room and Riley’s organized side.
Adjusted to his new living quarters, Riley took a step back to admire his work. It was at this moment he realised Chase was gone, no where to be seen.