“A junior invited me,” Megan said excitedly. “It might be the party of the year.”
Party? 
It looks like Union Square during New Year’s Eve. 
What is everyone waiting for? 
This party wasn’t worth the three-mile walk from our dorm to here.
The cheap alcohol tops it all. I didn’t get drunk with the first sip of a screwdriver; I got a massive headache. This isn’t for me. The circle of girls gossiping about everything as they wait to be swooped by some guy—not my scene.
Haven’t we done this for the past twelve hours? Chat about nonsense. This is why I don’t have many friends.  I was too busy with my extracurricular activities that I skipped socializing 101. Give me a good book to read. A movie to watch or a marathon on TBS or Nick at Nite to keep me up all night.  I suggest we leave, and what does roommate-dearest say in response? “I’ll find you a place to crash.”
The bedroom is dark but clean. I grab a sweatshirt and even a bear I find on the floor. It only takes a few seconds for me to fall asleep. It is quiet, smells of sandalwood and pine, and the sheets are soft. 
I miss home. 
Everything is going well until the guy from the coffee shop wakes me up. I swear it feels like a dream. A nightmare. But after we talk, I realize he’s not as bad as I thought. He’s one of the good guys but likes to pretend he’s anything but.
His food…who knew eggs could taste this great? In exchange for yet another plate, I could offer to fix the light fixtures. This place is off code.
And there I go, thinking like my father. Instead of teaching me construction, he should’ve taught me how to socialize. I wish my aunts had been around more often during my teenage years. I’d be a little cooler, or at least I’d know how to make friends easily.
Auggie takes the empty plate from my hands and offers me some milk. I nod, that sounds better than whatever they’re serving upstairs.
“It must be hard moving away from all your friends and family,” he says. 
I shrug and smile. I don’t make friends easily. Well, actually, I don’t make friends at all. Dad and I have always been on the run. Running to school, running to a construction site, running to tae kwon do, running to the grocery store… 
There’s never time to exchange more than a greeting and a weak how are you before I have to go again. 
During my spare time I help Dad around the house or at work. If I do the latter, it pays for my knickknacks, and I get to spend time with him. 
“It’s just Dad and me,” I remind him. 
“Any other family?” 
“Mom’s family faded away after she died. Dad’s sisters stepped up, but now they have their own families, so during my teenage years it was just the two of us.” I drink some of the milk he poured me. 
“Grandparents?”
“How about you?” I fire back without answering his question.  And study him. 
He’s not as bad as I thought earlier. In fact, he’s very nice. And good looking. Tall, mussed-up, dark hair, hazel eyes. Black t-shirt hugging his lean and defined muscles. There’s a playful tug at the corner of his mouth, and I see a dimple forming on the left side of his cheek. 
He turns me on, but he’s he and well, I’m me.