Fanboys, Magic, and Other Mysteries
There is a boy in her room. This time it wasn’t Levi.
Pound Hall, 913. Cath’s looked up from assignment sheet in her hands, then back up to the numbered door. Definitely room 913.
Cath, for one, was mortified.
Bracing herself for the worst, she entered. The room was full of boxes, an assortment of clothes and other various items spread on one side of the room. Clearly, Reagan had already settled; not much of a surprise to Cath that she was already out and about anyways. But that hadn’t explained the boy there…
She was positive that co-ed dorms didn’t exist on campus from the whole incident last year (thank goodness) but that didn’t stop a rise of panic surging through her. Another boy.
Maybe this was another mistake?
He was staring at her and this boy was definitely not Levi. He didn’t even crack the slightest of smile. He was big, he was burly, and could’ve been easily mistaken for being on the football team—if it had not been how