I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I got ready to get off of the plane. I had been lucky enough that I had been allowed to transfer from the University of Illinois Chicago. I had met a boy at a frat party and fell in love and several months later it had went horribly wrong, leading me where I currently was. I went to get the rest of my luggage and found my way outside to get a taxi. I had to make my way to University Hall, where I would be sharing a space with three other students for the year. I hadn't had the opportunity to contact any of them but I was hoping beyonf hope that they would at least be tolerable. I was finally able to elbow my way to a cab and gave the cab driver the address. Thank god I had been able to save up some money working at the Blackhawks store the past year. The cab ride alone was almost eighty bucks plus a tip I could tell the guy was expecting. I paid him and got out in front of a large building. My stomach clenched a little as I started up some stairs and into a lobby with an elevator. I pulled a scrap of paper out of my pocket to make sure that I had the apartment number right and hit the button for the appropriate floor. When the bell dinged I made my way down the hallway and found 409. I heard what sounded like music, which I was glad for, because I really didn't feel like going to the housing apartment offices and picking it up today. I knocked and waited for someone to answer. It took a minute but someone finally answered the door.
" Can I help you?" a very good looking latino man asked as he peered around the door.
" Yeah I'm Hannah, one of your new roommates
" Oh yeah come on in." he replied with a smile, moving out of the way so I could get past him.
He introduced himself as Antonio Marques but told me that everyone called him Tony. He gave me a quick tour of the apartment and when we got to his room the first thing that you saw was all of the New York Rangers stuff cramed into the small space. I must have made a face because he laughed and guessed that I wasn't a hockey fan.
" No I love hockey actually but I'm more of a Blackhawks and Penguins fans. The players on the Rangers just seem like a bunch of ass'"
" Nah. Most of them aren't that bad once you get to know them?"
I raised my eyebrows at this statement. He didn't seem like the stalker type but you could never really tell with people nowadays
" My dad is the head equipment manager for the Rangers. I've gotten to meet most of the guys at various functions and games."
I nodded my head kept on looking around.
" If you want and you have some time I can get tickets to pretty much any game. Maybe I can make you into a Rangers fan before the end of the season.
" I wouldn't count on that. But you are more than welcome to try, I guess bad hockey is better than no hockey."
" We'll see." he said as he shut the door and led me to what was going to become my room. He told me that he had to go pick up books for a couple of his classes and offered to take me along but I was so tired that all I wanted to do was lay on my unmade bed and take a nap.I was told that our other two roomates were going to be arriving in the next couple of days so I would have the place to myself for at least a little while. I heard the door shut and I did exactly that.
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