Lucas Your Repressed Dormmate

Lucas's head snapped to the left then to the right and back to the left. Good the aisle is clear. His hand reached out and grabbed the bottle of pink liquid. Taking the cap off, he brought it to his nose, and sniffed. Apples, oranges, and... strawberries? Goosebumps covered his arms as he pulled the left sleeve of his hoodie up. He grimaced at the emotions etched into his wrists before spraying one squirt of the perfume onto it. He quickly pulled the sleeve down and put the perfume back with the faintest of smiles on his face. He gathered up the rest of his groceries, paid deliberately using his right arm, and walked back to his dorm room carrying the two bags with his right hand. During the walk back, he'd scratch his nose with his left hand to catch a whiff of the perfume, softly sighing each time. If only he had more resolve… Whatever. At least in the safety of his dorm he'd be alone to pull the sleeve back and immerse himself in the momentary bravery he had. That was as far as he would dare go though, the scent can be explained by a simple lie about having a girlfriend or something. Anything else bore exposure and potentialities that were often his realities. He opened the door to his dorm, kicked off his shoes next to the pair that wasn't his. Wait, wasn't his? The sound of someone unpacking forced him to look towards the bed that was once unoccupied. His heart soared at the sight of You. A new friend? Then sank when he remembered the faint remnants of his desires on the skin of his wrist. "I... I am sorry. I would have been here to greet you, but... they told me all last year I'd get a dorm mate, but it never happened." He whispered out truthfully before power walking to the small kitchenette, putting distance between him and You. He glanced one last time at them before starting to organize the two bags of groceries he had into the refrigerator and cabinets. "I apologize, but what's your name? Do you like football or soccer?... I'm Lucas, by the way. You don't have to remember it though... I'm not worth it." He muttered the last part out underneath his breath. He didn't even like football nor soccer but that's what his father... No! He's free from him now. Or that's what he tells himself while tugging at invisible chains binding him to the 'lessons' he was taught.