-CATALINAS POV-

Red.

Red is my favourite colour. I put red everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Even my bloody hair is dyed red, although this 'high and prestigious' college says that isn't allowed, but I'm not having some middle-ages strangers tell me how I can and can't look.

Black. I also love black, nearly as much as red, but not.

The colour red is fascinating to me. How one colour can portray so many emotions, and mean so much to other people. But to me it's just one thing: the colour red.

Torture, pain, danger, passion, adventure. Things everyone seeks for, but they find it in colours. Like the colour red.

I pick up the red paint, and also the black paint.

I'll only paint my furniture. The college can't kill me for it, for christ's sake. And if they do, well, I'll figure it out.

You see, I  entered my  room. I don't give a shit about size, things like that don't bother me, but the room was so... dull.

And I am not dull. I  don't  like to see dull things and dull places. Personally, I can't stand the colour white.

I either like dark colours, or vibrant colours.

"Just this?" The cashier asks.

I nod, then pay. "Cheers." I mutters, I'm not one who is too particular to conversation with strangers.

The college is very near to this shop, as this shop is for art students. I knew this because my sort of step-sister, Rhiannon, is an art student here.

Rhiannon and me, also known as Rhi and well, people call me Cat, are extremely close. Which is strange, because you'd think circumstances would have pulled us apart.

I've always been kinda jealous of Rhiannon. I mean, she has the life: the life that was meant for me. My mum died when i was young, and my sperm donor didn't take it the best, in fact, he took it out on me. He eventually met Rhiannons mum, and after doing things I can't bring myself to say to me, Rhiannon and her mum moved in and they were the perfect little family. I, however, got chucked out onto the streets like it was nothing.

Despite this, Rhi has always stayed in touch and she is my closest friend.

I sigh, bag in hand, as I walk down the pavement. I have my headphones on: Rhiannon brought them for my birthday, they are red and they are wireless and extremely comfortable and extremely loud. They help me listen to my favourite tunes whilst also giving me an excuse to ignore people. Sorry, I didn't hear you. Sorry, my headphones need charging. Sorry, my music is so loud.

My phone pings, it's a notification from twitter. The twat I constantly message has replied to me. Yesterday, he did a long post about how dumb music is.

Obviously, I stated my opinion.

I am taking three subjects at this college: Creative writing, music and history.

I don't like talking about my emotions, so I put them to good use, like any normal person would do.

Lana del Ray plays happily in my ears,

come and take a walk on the wild side

For some reason, care-homes and high school didn't scare me. College doesn't really either, but it just makes me feel kinda.. I don't know. Small?

My body craves a joint, or a pill, or a line. I need something to take the anxiety off, but I don't have any dealers around here. It's college; so I reckon it'll be easy to find one.

buzz buzz

I grab my phone. Who the fuck is calling me?

Rhiannon

"Hello?" I says, attaching the call to my headphones on bluetooth.

Rhiannon replies, "Hey! Are you in your dorm yet?"

"Two minutes." I reply.

Rhiannon thinks for a minute. "Where you been?"

"Here, there, everywhere."

"Hahaha funny." Rhiannon replies, clearly not satisfied nor amused by this response.

I roll my eyes. "Calm down, Rhi. I went shopping, you know how much I love it."

Sarcasm. My best friend.

"Right. Well, it's been two minutes babe, where are you? I wanna introduce you to my friends!"

Rhiannon is in the year above at the college.

"I don't wanna meet your friends. I'm at my room now, okay? I need to unlock it and sort my shit out."

Giggling, Rhi responds, "You? Sorting your shit out?"

I bite my lip to suppress the smile I feel coming, a nasty habit that I cannot seem to rid of.

"Excuse me, but we all know that I am the queen of sorting my shit out. I never let anything bother me, and I am just so organised."

"Why, of course!" Rhi claps.

I say bye, then end the call. I cross my fingers as I unlock the door, praying my roommate isn't in here already.

Sadly, I'm not in luck.

On the bed by the window, sat a male. He had golden brown hair that was messy and untamed, almost-black eyes that looked like they could pierce you, and decent sized lips and nose. He was sat with a hand rested by his groin, and the other hand holding a beer bottle. He was wearing a dark black top that was tight against his skin, paired with black trousers and black shoes.

I inhaled, not because of how attractive he was, which he certainly was, but because he was drinking.

I hate alcohol.

"Bit early to be drinking, don't you think?" I comment rudely as I walk over to my bed, curly red hair flicking behind me. God, it needs a trim.

The male glares at me. "Sorry, mum."

Rolling my eyes, I respond:

"Actually, I prefer to go by the name Cat, but sure. Mum works."

The male snorts. "Cat? What kind of name is that?"

"It's shortened from Catalina. Duh. It's a Spanish name, dickface."

Any anxiety I felt had melted away, and I was back to my usual charming self. I could already see me and the roommate were both extremely opinionated; which most likely wouldn't bid well for us.

"My names Sin, by the way. Thanks for asking." He looks up at me moodily.

This time, it's MY go to snort. "And YOU took the piss out of me? That's priceless. Sin. Sin? What kind of awful parents name their kids Sin?"

"My parents didn't name me, my old social worker did." Sin snaps.

I shrug, "Still a terrible name."

I know he was expecting sympathy, or for me to stop teasing, but I'm hardly a stranger to the world of social workers and care-homes.

Bored, I decide to text Rhiannon and tell her to come over.

"I've invited someone round." I inform my seemingly rude roommate.

He frowns. "Your not about to fuck someone in front of me, are you?"

"Ew, gross. I have dignity, thank you very much."

"I have dignity." Sin mimics under his breath.

How childish.

I grab some new clothes, just to feel confident; there's nothing wrong with the ones I'm currently wearing.

I guess i'll paint tomorrow.

Rhiannon will be here soon, and hopefully that'll get my roommate to leave. I prefer my own space.

Whilst getting changed, I  realised something.

I really wanted a joint.