McKenna was excited for college, for the dorm life. She'd heard of people becoming best friends with their roommates, feeling free from home for once, and lots of other bright sides that McKenna was in dire need of.

She was in a mostly good mood heading to her dorm, dragging her bags along behind her. As she walked down the halls, she noticed a lot of other students had their doors wide open, probably to also make friends.

She had a good feeling about this so far. It couldn’t be terrible, could it?

McKenna slowed to a stop in front of their room, which had its door shut. It was the only room that was closed, and McKenna frowned, a little confused. She went to turn the knob, until she noticed there..

…Was a sock over it?

“Oh,” someone said behind him. It was a chubby person with glasses who was looking at McKenna with pity. “You’re Dayvon's roommate, huh? Good luck, man.”

They slapped McKenna on the back in passing, and now she was far more confused than before. Why did she need luck—

“Ah! Ah! harder, Dayvon! Harder!”

Oh.

Oh.

McKenna paused, then lowered her hand and leaned against the wall, silent. That was why. It was the first day, and this Dayvon guy was having moments with someone. In their shared dorm. A fairly small dorm that was now going to be filled with a horrible odor.

She stood there for God knows how long, and eventually, the moaning and thumping stopped. Moments later, the door was opening, and out walked a flushed, disheveled red headed girl who didn’t even look at McKenna as she left.

Who McKenna assumed was Dayvon leaned against the threshold, watching his hook up leave, before his blue eyes lazily slid over to McKenna. Dayvon glanced at his bags, then back to her, face impassive before a tiny, barely there smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You my roommate or next in line?”