Gabby dragged the duffel's into her room and quickly returned to her car to drag boxes. It took her less than thirty minutes to completely unload her car into the room. The hard part was still before her, unpacking. The back of Gabriella's hand whipped across her forehead, moving a few stray hairs out of her face. She had already shoved her clothes into the drawers built into the wall-at least she only had to unpack her books, and other items. Gabby opened a box, the top held a black CD player, she set it on the desk which was built under the loft bed. Next was a binder with CDs, Gabby opened the CD case, flipping through the pages for a CD to listen to. She carefully plucked a CD out of the case and placed it carefully into the CD player, which she then plugged in. Blue lights flashed "12:00" at her, which she ignored, quickly pressing the play button and turning back to the box in front of her. The CD began to play, the sound of a woman singing in a foreign language filled her room, spilling out of her window. Gabby looked back into the box before her, and continued to unpack. It took Gabriella took almost and hour to finish with the boxes. Once she was done, the room was set for her.<br/><br/>The desk had a laptop on it next to the CD player, her bed had four fluffy pillows covered in light green sheets. In the room was a mini fridge and microwave, as well as a small TV. There was only one chair, which sat in front of the desk. The clock continued to blink, although now it blinked "12:52". Gabby took her cell phone out of her pocket and checked the time. It was almost three according to her phone. Her eyes moved to a picture, set up next to the clock, a picture of Gabby and Vincent, it was a cute picture, her arms were around him, kissing him on the cheek, his smile was dorky, his arms were wrapped around her waist. Her eyes lingered on the photo, before snatching it and slamming it face down on the desk.<em>Why did you bring that, you fool? Remember how that happened? He doesn't even want to talk to you, stop clinging to the past.</em>She thought to herself harshly. Gabby set the clock with annoyance, the CD continued to sing to her as she moved towards the bathroom, going to shower.<br/><br/>Gabby undressed in the bathroom and stepped into the shower, the water was hot, steam spilling over the edges of the curtain. Gabby washed her hair with her usual sweet tangerine scented wash. A sigh escaped the young woman as the water hit her face, her mind lingered on the man she knew everything, and yet, nothing about. She snapped herself out of it by shutting off the hot water and leaving the bathroom. Gabby dressed herself quickly in comfortable, form fitting dark blue jeans and a black long sleeve shirt with a blue star on the chest. She also picked up a large red hooded sweatshirt, which she also pulled on. Gabby moved to snatch her laptop, shoving on gray canvas shoes as she moved, her gray eyes seemed uncharacteristically tense. Gabriella picked up the laptop and her dorm keys, exiting her room to head down to the main room with the large comfy chairs-where she planned to curl up and busy herself with sending an email to her parents as well as checking up on her classes situation. As Gabby left her room, turning to lock it she remembered she still needed to get her books for classes. With a grumble and a few curses, she went back inside, grabbing a small messenger bag, which she shoved her laptop into. Gabby finally exited the dorm building, heading towards the college community building, where the bookstore was.