Ariana was walking quickly, putting as much distance between her roommate and her as possible. She was clenching and unclenching her fists and shaking her hands free of the stress. [i]He was trying to scare you--so calm down,[/i] she thought in annoyance. Suspiciously, she glanced at her shadow as it followed her down the hallway and then--[i]crash.[/i] She had run into another girl--a red head--who's attention was focused on the room numbers among them. "Oww..." she groaned. She had managed to stay standing; Ariana was built of muscle, but the impact still hurt.