'The Roommate': The Next Generation of Stars

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- Hi.

- Hi.

- Sara Matthews.

- Sara Matthews.

You're in Room 316.

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

Bad driver. Hey. I'm Tracy.

Sara.

- Let me help you.

- Okay. Oh, thanks.

Hi.

It's great.

No, Mom, she's not here yet.

At least I got to pick

my side of the room though.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

I love you. Bye.

Hey. Tau Sigma Kappa's

throwing a bash. You have to come.

- I'm sorry, Tau--?

- They're a frat. You know, beer, guys....

You know, I think I'm gonna

wait for my roommate.

Come on! It's gonna be fun.

Me and Kim are coming.

Please, please, please.

All right.

- Cheers. Yes.

- College!

Did you see that guy?

He's checking you out.

Thank you. We're gonna take a break.

Someone get us a beer!

I'm gonna get some more punch.

You guys want some?

No, no, no. I'm good.

Oh, no. I am so sorry about that.

I really am sorry.

Whoa, wait. Where you going?

I'm feeling a little dizzy.

Let's find you a seat

and I'll grab you a towel.

- Here. Here you go.

- Thank you.

I'm gonna grab a beer.

Do you want one?

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm just having punch.

That might explain a few things.

We tend to spike the punch.

- You spike it?

- Yeah.

- Nice.

- When a girl has had three cups....

Four.

If we don't get her up into a room...

...we have to pull kitchen duty

for, like, a week.

I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

I have to clean this up.

Plan didn't work.

I guess it backfired.

What plan?

I purposely spilled beer on you

to start a conversation.

- You purposely spilled beer on me?

- Yes, I did.

Sara! Sara!

I think you better come here.

- Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!

- Oh, no.

- Is she a friend of yours?

- Yes.

Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!

Tracy!

Sh*t.

- Yeah!

- I got her, I got her, I got her.

Get off of her. Get off her!

- Yeah, who's got you?

- I guess that would be me.

Yeah? Who's got you?

Apparently, God.

- You okay, Kim?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, God! Oh, God!

- Okay, here we go.

Should we ride the elevator?

- All I had was punch.

- Here we go.

- You got her?

- Thanks, Sara. Okay.

Hey, you're that cute drummer guy

from that shitty band.

Oh, you're hot.

Yeah.

You know, I'm gonna get yelled at for

helping girls actually leave a frat party.

It's kind of like the opposite

of everything we stand for.

You know?

Good night.

- Wait.

- No, keep it. Save it till next time.

I'm sorry about kitchen duty.

I was just bullshitting you.

- Sh*t.

- Hi.

- Who are you?

- I'm your roommate, Rebecca.

Oh, God.

Rebecca?

Hey, Sara.

You met me last night.

Right.

Starts with an R.

Rebecca.

Here, take these. It'll help.

Thanks.

I didn't throw up on you, did I?

No.

Did you draw those?

- Very cool.

- Thank you.

Come on. Let's hit the bookstore.

The walk will help your head.

It's too early for me.

It's 3:
00 in the afternoon.

Oh, God.

Jason, what are you doing?

I just wanted to hear your voice.

- I told you not to do this.

- I need to talk to you.

You're just making it harder.

Sara, listen,

I wanna come out there.

Yeah, but you didn't, remember?

That's the problem.

I gotta go.

That didn't sound good.

Was that your boyfriend?

Ex. It's complicated.

We were supposed to

go to college together.

We both applied to Brown,

and I got in but he didn't.

And I stuck to our agreement.

And we both committed to ULA.

And a couple of weeks ago,

a spot opens up at Brown, and--

- No.

- Yeah.

- He didn't.

- He did.

What an a**hole.

- Do you miss him?

- Sometimes I think I do.

It's hard to let go.

Believe me, I know.

But you're in college now.

A girl's gotta move on.

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