New roommate, too

"Are you my new roomie!? Hell yeah! It has been way too quiet!" A very energetic man with golden blonde hair, completely formed into spikes, stood into the doorway to suite A, to his right. Suite B was next to it, also on the right side. Luckily for Isaac, suite C lies on the other side of the room, not adjacent to any other living room.

"Uh, hi," was all Isaac could mutter in reaction to this outburst. "Yes, I am in 2010, suite C. My name is Isaac."

"Sweet! My name is Wallace! Nice to meet you!"

As this... unique individual approached, Isaac prepared for a handshake, stretching his arm forward. However, Wallace had a different idea. Mister Spikey Hair walked past the outstretched hand, and embraced Isaac suddenly. As soon as it began, this bro-hug ended, leaving Isaax very confused. This is definitely something he is not uses to. The outstretched hand slowly lowered back to his side.

"Let me help! I will get the bags!" Wallace exclaimed, grabbing most of Isaac's luggage, then walking to the door with "C" engraved in it. After a moment, his brain rebooted, and Isaac moved toward the door and unlocked it. At the sound of the click, Wallace pushed through the door, and dropped off the bags on the other side of the wall. "Alright, man! All set, bro! I am across the hall in "A" if you need me!" A swift pat on the back later, the energetic man took off to his room and closed the door.

Well... that was weird. He seems nice though, if a little... eccentric. At least he helped me move my stuff.

For the next hour, Isaac put away his belongings in a way that reminded him of home. The more he did, the more he realized how luxurious this place was. The bed was amazingly comfortable, the furniture was sturdy and well built, and there was even another TV in here, plus his own mini fridge! As if this was not enough, he had his very own, high end bathroom! Waterfall shower, jacuzzi tub, self cleaning toilet, tile on the floor and the walls, it was all here. He began to realize just how lucky he was to receive a full ride here. There is no way that his family could afford to send him here on their own.

Since it has been a bit of an exciting morning, it was time to relax for a while. Isaac took off his shirt, taking a long look at the two holes now it it. The shirt was ruined, sure, but he was still completely intact. "I will have to be more careful from now on. I didn't have to try very hard to make an enemy. And a friend, it seems." Isaac spoke aloud to himself. This was a great time to think about everything that happened, and very well could happen. "I need to practice my powers. I will train myself and home my skills. I can't hide all the time. I need to protect myself. I will become stronger," he vowed to himself.

With renewed vigor and confidence, he threw his shirt in the trash, and removed the rest of his clothes and started the shower. As the water began to heat up, Isaac looked at himself in the large bathroom mirror. He was reasonably attractive, but his hair was kept in a way that partially hid his face, unless looking directly at him. His face was always clean shaven, never trying to grow any facial hair. If he wanted to change his disposition, maybe it was time to change his looks, too. This thought ran through his mind as he stepped into the hot shower.

Flowing hot water across his skin washed away the nerves and stress from this morning. Images from this encounter flash through his mind, remembering all of the fear and panic along with it. Then there was that nice ass on Emma! It was hard to tell its shape through her skirt, but his imagination filled in the rest. She seemed as shy as he was, but that just made her cuter. She did agree to meet him tomorrow, but he did not get her phone number. He would have to so that tomorrow.

Once finally relaxed, Isaac turned off the shower and stepped out to dry off before getting dressed. As he did, he looked in the mirror again at himself, thinking of what to do with his hair. Pulling it down was a bad idea, and to the side reminded him too much of a popular boy singer, which caused a disgusted shudder. Next was a man bun, which was quickly rejected, followed by pulling it straight back. That... that could work! Except less of a greaser look, and more of a "styled but still relaxed" look. He could compliment this with some short facial hair. This would be a very different look for him, but a good one, he thought. It was worth trying!

After drying off and getting dressed, he planned to relax in his room, watching a movie or playing a video game. This thought was interrupted by a few heavy knocks at his door. Curious, he walked over and opened the door to see who was there. A familiar face with equally familiar spiky hair greeted him.

"Hey, bro! I made some pancakes! Want some?" The young man seemed far too excited about this.

"Breakfast for dinner? ...You know what?" Isaac thought aloud. "I think I will!"