Hatemates

Have you heard the rumor about campus celebrity DJ Dalton? No, not the one about number of the zeros in his bank account. Or the one about his father, the head football coach. Or even the one about his special talent between the sheets. I’m talking about the one where he has a female roommate in an all-male dorm. I can’t speak to the first three, but that fourth one is true. I know because that girl in his room is me. Because of an error by the college, I’m placed with Mr. Campus Celebrity in the traditionally male dorm. Is he panty-meltingly handsome with an attitude to match? Sure. Do I accidentally fanaticize about him one (okay, maybe two) times? Fine, I’m honest enough to admit it. None of that matters, because we’re opposites in all the ways that are important for getting along as college roommates: He comes from a perfect life and old money. I come from a broken home and bowls of ramen. He’s at Greene State to party. I’m here to study. He’s a popular jock. I wouldn’t be caught dead playing sports. To say we get off to a rocky start would be an understatement. Ironically, that’s what causes our sizzling attraction to boil over one night. But even that comes at a price. Because our story has a twist neither of us could see coming. One that changes both of our lives, ‘till death do us part.