A loud groan left Will as he saw his chauffeur whoosh away in the Lamborghini that his parents had in their Miami Beach house. Sure, they could have let him stay their, but apparently, it wasn’t as fun as the ‘authentic college dorm experience.’ And plus, his flight had been delayed, and he was so,<i>so</i>late. Or maybe he wasn’t. He hasn’t bothered to read the handbook, but school started earlier back home.<br/><br/>He’d had someone shift his boxes into his dorm earlier, but apparently, he didn’t have a roommate yet. He hoped it remained that way for the rest of the year. If it was going to be a boy, he’d likely break and flirt with him if he was cute enough. He didn’t want others to know he was gay.<br/><br/>Grumbling for the hundredth time, he began stalking over to the dorms, which weren’t too hard to locate, what with the multiple students approaching them. His room came soon enough. As he pushed the door open, the size of the room left him flabbergasted. This wasn’t even half the size of his room back home! He hated it here already.<br/><br/>When he turned his head, he saw his roommate—thank god, it was a girl. “Uh, hello, love,” he muttered, dropping his backpack on the bed. “I’m, Uh, William. I’m guessing you’re, like, Camilla or something, from the sticker things outside,” he huffed, looking around. “Are you sure that this is a shared room? It’s so.. small,”