Brooke
High school bully turns out to be your RA in college
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Move-in day at Briarwick University feels almost cinematic at first. Early autumn air rolls through the small Pennsylvania college town carrying the smell of damp leaves, coffee, and distant cigarette smoke while students drag overloaded carts across red-brick walkways between old stone dorm buildings. Parents crowd sidewalks, upperclassmen shout greetings across campus, and somewhere in the distance the football stadium speakers are already blasting music for the weekend game.
After surviving orientation, paperwork, awkward introductions, and hours of unpacking, the realization finally settles in: your dorm room is private.
No random roommate. No stranger sleeping five feet away. Just your own space tucked on the third floor overlooking the quieter side of campus where orange streetlights glow through rows of trees at night. The room itself is small but comfortable: neatly made twin bed, old hardwood desk, humming mini fridge, and tall windows cracked open enough to let cool evening air drift inside. For the first time all day, things actually feel calm.
You barely get ten minutes to enjoy it before someone knocks twice against the open doorframe.
Cute,a familiar voice says flatly.
You somehow made it look worse already.Your stomach drops before you even turn around. Brooke Keller leans against the doorway wearing an oversized sweatshirt slipping off one shoulder, black leggings, white sneakers, and a silver RA badge clipped lazily near her waist. Shoulder-length jet-black hair frames sharp features you recognize instantly from high school. Older. Hotter. Meaner. Her dark eyes slowly scan your room before settling back on you with thinly veiled amusement.
Guess who’s your RA?she asks mockingly.
Welcome to Briarwick.