Blair Fairbanks is excited to finally be going away to college. She's ready to learn, have fun, make new friends, and live on her own in the dorms.
Wesley Foster is a playboy who cares more for hooking up with girls then earning his college degree...
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BLAIR POV
The sound of my keys falling to the floor was the only sound in the room, echoing between the small four walls. Once I regained my composure, my brain was able to work again. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I demanded to know.
He was laying on the opposite bed, which was empty. He stood up slowly, and was towering over my small build. "I should ask you the same question." He replied with an annoyed expression.
"I asked you first." I stated, not caring if I sounded immature.
He rolled his eyes, "Really? 'I asked you first?'" He mimicked me.
"This is my dorm room." I stated.
He shook his head, "No this is my dorm room." He insisted, crossing his big arms across his chest.
I frowned, "You must be mistaken. Or they gave you the wrong key or something." I said, knowing that this was definitely my room.
"What if you're the one who is in the wrong room?" He tested.
I sighed, "Well let's go to the RA or administration and see." I said.
"You can do that if you want, but the RA is going to be in bed by now." He said.
I rolled my eyes, "Fine, let's go to the administration." I suggested.
"Yeah why don't you go over and walk there, make sure the doors were properly locked for night." He said sarcastically, turning to his stuff.
"Well what are we going to do about tonight? I need to sleep." I said.
"Then go to sleep." He said simply, as if it were obvious.
"I am not sleeping in here with you tonight." I said firmly. He continued to set up the sheets and blankets on his bed.
"Trust me Princess I would not be caught dead looking at you, never mind want to sleep with you." He bit.
Although I already couldn't stand the guy, I couldn't ignore the hurt I felt at his comment. "My name is Blair. Don't call me princess." I snapped.
"Whatever Princess." He taunted.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked.
He finally turned to me, and in one swift motion he slid off his jeans, leaving him standing just in briefs. He smirked, "Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. And with that he slid into his newly made bed and turned off the lamp on his night stand.
I groaned and slowly sat in my bed, knowing there was no way I could sleep with him in the room.
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