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[indent]The dorm rooms at San Agustin weren’t small, but they definitely weren’t giant either. Each student had a full size bed, a desk and a chair, but the rest of the room was up to them to decorate. Tyler Jane certainly made the most of the smaller [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bf/f3/bd/bff3bd63b0c6a987361e2a27e3f40b15.jpg]space[/url] she was given- the linens on her bed were a minimalist cream color and her throws accented the sheets with tan and burnt orange. She also had enough pillows for an army, which made her bed the perfect place to snuggle up at the end of a long day. Her desk doubled as a workstation as well as a vanity, which is what she was currently using it for in order to get ready for the party. With a few prints on the walls and a hanging plant that she lovingly named Fern, the redhead was able to make the campus issued room her own. 

She had once read in a magazine that the best way to be social and make friends at school was to keep your door open, so unless she was sleeping, studying, or getting dressed, wide open her room stayed. Tyler sat in her rolling chair as she applied her makeup meticulously, upbeat music playing in the background and drifting into the hallway. She was looking forward to having a fun, carefree night with her friends, especially if Savannah and Erica were successfully able to secure the alcohol. Since arriving on campus two months ago, they hadn’t gotten the chance to let loose and have a good time, so she was excited about the prospect of acting like a true high schooler. 

Wearing [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/f8/ac/29f8ace1e968b09463bac817126a8c8d.jpg]all white[/url], having not been in the dorms all day, Griffin cracked his neck as he strode down the hall to freshen up before the party. A party that was practically an open invite for their whole year to go. News travels around fast and only idiots would assume the only guests would be the people the hostesses exclusively chose. There was autrious and loud music coming out of his neighbor’s room which caused him to scoff. The music spoke volumes about her, and he [i]hated[/i] it. 

Speaking of the party, before he could walk past Tyler Jane’s room, he stopped in his tracks to see her delicately applying makeup around her eyes. A smirk fell on his face while he crossed his arms and leaned against the trim, not entering like Leo most definitely would’ve. [color=8A4C40]“Trying to get into someone’s pants tonight, hm?”[/color] Griffin teased, knowing exactly who she was trying to go out of her way for, which was [i]gross[/i]. His piercing blue and critical gaze looked at her, through the mirror, surveying her in prepossession. There should be no doubt in her mind that this boy believed her to be one-hell-of-a-try-hard. His expression said it all: disappointment. Just as though everything that she was... was fake and he refused to see the genuinity behind her personality. 
 
The girl’s focus remained on her mirror as she brushed a soft pink eyeshadow onto her lids- nothing too flashy or bright, just enough of a pop of color to accent her blue eyes- but she could feel a presence at her door before he started talking. His tone just made it all the more evident who it was: snarky, mocking, and judgemental. [color=FFA54D]“And you care because...?”[/color] Tyler Jane asked, glancing over to the doorway to make eye contact with Griffin before returning her gaze to her own reflection, continuing to apply her makeup. 

Silently, Griffin smiled, not responding immediately, simply watching her, with those hawk eyes. [color=8A4C40]“I just find it funny, is all.”[/color] He let his words linger in the air, never faltering from his stance. Even if his body was still, his unwavering feet planted to the ground, his shoulders were lax, his words stood out from the music, and his charming smile was full of life, dignified, yet blasé. [color=8A4C40]“[i]Your type[/i].”[/color] 

Tyler Jane placed the brush down on her desk, letting it roll carelessly towards her makeup bag. She just needed to continue to focus on getting ready, and then maybe he’d get bored and leave.... that should work, right? She picked up a skinny eye pencil, nimbly rolling it through her  fingers. [color=FFA54D]“Enlighten me,”[/color] The redhead stated while dragging just the smallest bit of black eyeliner onto her lash line. She was trying her best to not allow the annoyance to ring in her voice, remaining indifferent yet somewhat interested in his response. [color=FFA54D]“What exactly would you say is my type?”[/color]

[color=8A4C40]“Oh, you don’t know?”[/color] The boy rolled his eyes at her pretending not to care. [color=8A4C40]“I suppose his charm and way with words does cover up how self-involved and narcissistic he is, but you know what? I get it. You both act so elegant and graceful. Nothing but two [i]perfect[/i] peas in a pod.”[/color] He nodded to himself as if only now he was thinking about all this. [color=8A4C40]“It’s only natural to think he’s just like you. But I see it, that pull he has because he has something you don’t. He’ll stroke your ego just as much as you would for him. The only difference is he doesn’t need flattery, you do.”[/color] Finally, he moved from his position, shrugging, and raising his hands up in fake innocence, [color=8A4C40]“But what do I know? I’m not you. I just came by to say hi, seeing how your door is… [i]open[/i].”[/color]  

She listened as Griffin spoke, her cheeks growing hot as he rambled on. The girl had yet to understand how one person could be so frustrating- he was worse than Leo by a landslide. It was one thing for the latter to be a fuck boy, but Griffin was a fucking boy, and an awful one at that. Of course, he had to live next door, it couldn’t have been anyone else because that would’ve been too easy. Tyler Jane made a valiant effort to not let his words get under her skin, but somehow, he knew exactly what to say to make her eyebrows knit together and nose scrunch up. 

Slamming down the eyeliner pencil so hard that it almost snapped in two, she made unwavering eye contact with Griffin. [color=FFA54D]“You’re completely right,”[/color] She paused, letting him think for a just moment that she agreed with him. Once a split second passed, she continued. [color=FFA54D]“...you’re [i]not[/i] me. And because of that, I don’t think it’s exactly your business to hyper-analyze who I choose to get involved with.”[/color] With a huff, Tyler Jane looked back at her mirror, picking up her mascara and continuing where she left off. As she took the wand out of the tube, she piped up again. [color=FFA54D]“My door is open so that my [i]friends[/i] can come in and say hello. Seeing as you’re not one of them, I don’t know why you care so much.”[/color]

Disregarding most of what she said, especially because he had no control over his need to analyze every little thing, Griffin focused on the last bit before dismissing himself. Like the smartass that he was, he chuckled, [color=8A4C40]“I never stepped in, now did I?”[/color] Clearly amused, knowing exactly what he was doing, he enthusiastically slapped the trim of her door,  [color=8A4C40]“Speaking of friends! Please do me a favor and thank Savannah for me. Thanks to her, I’ll get to see a different side of you. I’m curious what kind of drunk you’ll be.”[/color] He locked his blue gaze with her sharp glare one last time, before slyly whispering,  [color=8A4C40]“Then again, I have my theories.”[/color] Casually saluting her goodbye, Griffin, that fucking boy, left her alone to stew in her own thoughts. To him, this was considered a successful interaction. 

Tyler Jane couldn’t get in another word edgewise before Griffin disappeared back into the hallway as swiftly as he had appeared in the first place. It took her a few moments to realize what he had said, her frustration having been clouding her thoughts- not only was Savannah stepping on her toes when it came to Nicholas, but from what the boy was implying, she had decided to invite Griffin to the party just to piss her off even more. With another grumble, the redhead stood up and slammed the door to her room, ensuring no one else could rain on her parade. So much for making friends. 

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