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

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

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

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

...Was a sock over it?

"Oh," someone said behind you. It was a chubby person with glasses who was looking at you with pity. "You're Chase's roommate, huh? Good luck, man."

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

"Ah! Ah! Fuck, harder, Chase! Harder!"

Oh.

Oh...

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

you 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 guy who didn't even look at you as he left.

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

And that, was the day Chase Riley fell in love with you.