Roommates

→ 3. New friend.

Stella

What happened last night was too much for me to grasp. It was like a fever dream. Not in a million years would I have thought, the person who I "hated" most would be sharing a dorm with me and slam me against a wall when I said no to leave and make me think it was hot. And all that on my first day of college.

After 𝘩𝘦 left I unpacked all my stuff, and I was so tired to even stay up for even a second longer, so I fell asleep. 

My eyelids feel as heavy as a rock. I repeatedly slam my palm on my alarm clock to stop it from ringing. In the process of that, I also fall down. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥.

"Ow!" I groan from the pain and rub the back of my head. My shorts are pulled up and you can see my pink underwear. I hurriedly pull it down.

"It was better before you pulled them down." I hear a familiar voice say. Jerk.

I shoot my head towards 𝘩𝘪𝘮 only to realize he witnessed my foolish act this whole time. What a start to my beautiful and wonderful morning. He looked beautiful with his messy hair and loose t-shirt. And god, his 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. Fuck. Shut up.

"'Stay away from me, and I'll stay away from you.' Isn't that what you said last night?" I ask him as I help myself up.

He walks closer to me. "I am 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 from you. I just said it was better before you pulled your shorts down. It has nothing to do with yesterday's conversation, hm?" I notice a book in his hand. He.. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴?

"You read?" I question him.

"Maybe I do." Why does he have to be so fucking hard? Just say yes or no, goddamn it. Stella shut up. You definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Well, no shit. I did fall down, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. Stop talking to yourself, you dumbass.

Well, that's one common hobby.

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After that encounter, me and Isla explored the campus. And god, it was gorgeous. So huge, and everything you could ever ask for. Classes don't start until this afternoon where you have to introduce yourself, and all that bullshit. Me and Isla have mostly all of our classes together, except literature. 

We start walking down to get food, until we bump into someone.

"Ouch! Why do I keep getting hurt today?" I groan. The person's stuff is all over the ground.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" A soft voice asks me. 

I look up to see a blonde guy who's literally the human version of a golden retriever. I bend down to help him. 

"It's okay. I'm Stella, and this is Isla. You?" I introduce. He picks up his books, and mumbles a thank you.

"I'm Lucas. Lucas Carson. Nice to meet you." He tries to shake hands, but me and Isla pull him into a hug instead. 

"Well, you guys are very friendly." He laughs.

"You know it!" Isla laughs with him.

"Are you guys new?" He questions and we start walking down together.

"Yeah, are you?" I ask.

"Yes! What classes do you guys have?" He pulls out a paper and hands it to us. "These are mine."

Me and Isla scan the paper to notice he has half his classes together with us. And literature.

"You have literature! Ah, finally. Isla doesn't have it, so I'm glad I have a friend now who does." I point out.