Anne-Laure was like a pesky pet that Emi couldn’t get rid of. Emi wasn’t sure how to feel when she learned that Anne-Laure was her roommate. After all, she'd heard the whispers in the hallway.
Other students avoided Anne-Laure because she talked too much, had weird habits and revealed way too much personal information. The last thing Emi ever wanted to hear was about Anne-Laure’s weak stomach or sex life. One evening, Emi tossed on a hoodie and some sweatpants and hurried out of her dorm room before Anne-Laure could protest. It felt good to get away from Anne-Laure’s constant chatter. The further Emi walked down the hallway, the louder and louder the music grew. Moments later, she heard running footsteps and loud laughter coming from behind her. She turned to see what was happening, and as she noticed the two girls playing an immature game of catch, and suddenly she collided with someone. Losing her balance, she yelped, but felt someone’s hand wrap around her arm. “Whoa…” Emi looked at the person she’d collided with. A guy with the lightest grey eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost unbelievable. “Désolé.” She was prepared to just hurry away, but the guy stopped her. “C’est bon. Je suis Antoine.” Emi smiled. “Emilia,” she said. “Enchanté.” She was about to leave but Antoine called her back, inviting her to the party just beyond the door where he was standing. Emi hesitated, not sure if it was a good idea. For one, she’d never gone to a college party. On TV they seemed like bad news. But… she’d never know unless she tried, would she. “Okay,” she said in practiced French. “I’ll come in, but not for long.”
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