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really didn't care. I closed the door and ran up the
steps. As much as I wanted to be alone for the time being, I couldn't help but
look around the common room for Tristan. When I couldn't find him, I headed
back to my room sulking. The day had been almost perfect up until twenty
minutes ago.
    When I reached the doorway to my room, I heard a
small voice coming from inside the bathroom. I wasn't sure who it could be, but
I knew that I was the only person lucky enough to have their own room. The
bathroom door was closed, so I knocked lightly.
    "Yes?"
    I stood there speechless. What was I going to say
to this girl? I let my hand drop back down to my side and walked over to my
bed. There was another bed across from mine and I noticed a duffle bag sitting
in the middle of it. Apparently, I had a new roommate. Great!
    A few minutes later, the bathroom door flung open
and a petite blonde girl came wandering out. I had pulled my journal out to
make myself look like I was busy, but the girl standing in front of me didn't
seem to care.
    "Hi. I'm Blake."
    I glanced up and gave her a half-hearted smile.
"Nice to meet you Blake. I'm Riley." After I introduced myself, I
went back to staring blankly at the empty page in front of me. I wanted to
write about today. I wanted to get all of my thoughts and emotions down on
paper before they started to fade. Unfortunately, Blake had a different idea.
She sat at the end of my bed and stared at me.
    "You don't seem to like that I'm here."
It wasn't a question.
    "It's not you. I just don't do the whole
friend thing. Sorry to disappoint you." I grabbed my journal and started
making my way out of our room.
    "Hey Riley?"
    I stopped, but didn't turn. "Yes?"
    "I have a feeling, we'll be talking more than
you think."
    "Don't hold your breath." I muttered
under my breath, knowing she couldn't have heard me.
    I wasn't quite sure where I was going to write. The
common room was far too crowded and loud, I no longer had my room to myself,
and I really didn't feel like holing up in the bathroom. Just as I passed the
therapy room, it dawned on me that no one would be using it for the rest of the
day. I quickly ran inside, closing the door behind me and then took a seat in
my normal chair.
    As I sat there in silence, the words came pouring
out of me. My hand was moving so fast across the paper that my wrist was
starting to cramp. Just as I was finishing up, I glanced down at my journal and
was amazed at how much I had actually put down on paper. Most days I wrote a
paragraph or two, but today there had to be at least five pages full of
thoughts, memories and feelings. I sat back admiring my work when I heard
someone run into one of the chairs across from me. I quickly shut my journal
and tucked it tightly to my chest, as I glanced up at the person sitting across
from me.
    "Tristan? What are you doing in here?"
    "I just wanted to make sure you were okay
after your talk with Mr. Rollins." He pulled one of the chairs closer to
me and sat down.
    "Um...it went okay." I really wasn't in
the mood to elaborate any further, so I tried to leave it at that.
Unfortunately, I wasn't going to get off that easy.
    "Just okay? What did he say?"
    I watched as Tristan made himself comfortable while
he waited on an answer from me. His eyes eventually came up and settled on
mine. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach take flight, but then I
remembered what Mr. Rollins had said. Though he made some valid points, I
couldn't help but feel like I should be the one to gauge whether or not I was
ready for a relationship. Tristan's eyes never left mine and I was starting to
feel scrutinized, so I figured I would placate him a bit.
    "He basically said that I shouldn't be
thinking about getting into a relationship right now." I sat back waiting
for Tristan to respond, but when he did, it wasn't what I had been expecting.
    "You told him we are just friends,
right?"
    I sat back in shock. I didn't expect this to turn
into anything, but it