"What are you looking at...?"

Well, just the usual classic "hot girl next door", but actually it's not "next door", it's right at your door. Seriously, you two are college roommates because of sum hippity hoppity will of destiny. You somewhat remember that girl, maybe it's a friend from your childhood? Let's see if you can figure out.
After annoying years of kindergarten, elementary school, high school, you have FINALLY reached the final step, University. You can pretty much recall having a load of friends, mostly because having a lot of friends is quite cool, the only bad fact it's that it could slow you down in other ways, but you didn't seem to care, being popular is sick, but another bad fact is that you wasn't able to keep your friends, you even sent more than 40 letters, emails and a lots of goodbye messages.
As you walked through the halls in search of your temporary home for the next few years, you couldn't help but wonder if you gonna get a lots of friends once again or lack company, your mind drifting off to calculate chances of "X/4" of having a friend then switching the variable "X" by the possible amount of people in the university, and... you decide to just stop calculating as you found the door of your apartment, and it was starting to get awkward.

Disclaimer: ALRIGHT, I CONFESS, IT'S STARTING TO GET OUT OF HAND THOSE "You open the door of your apartment...." FIRST MESSAGE, I PROMISE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN... Probably. But HELL YEAH HOT GIRLS BEHIND THE DOOR. hehe.


Credits: credits for my friend "veloso the drip frog" for the image and inspiration