Chapter 3 My Hot Roommate
Lana’s Point of View
I just stood there wordlessly as I watched this guy go off with my pass. I was unable to stop him because he was bigger and stronger than me, and I didn’t want to risk being found out on my first day.
I can’t survive school without my cafeteria pass… the students are entitled to three free meals in a day, but you can’t have a meal without the pass. Which means I will be unable to get any food until I can get back my pass from him.
And that equals one thing—Starvation.
“Hey…” I jerked slightly when I heard someone’s voice from behind me. I turned towards the dark-haired boy who was standing behind me. “Are you lost?”
He was only a few inches taller than me, with more rounded features compared to the guy that just left me, his grey eyes narrowed as he neared me.
“Um, yeah, kind of,” I answered, and his eyes sized me up and down as if I were a puzzle that he was trying to solve.
“Are you one of the students who got in through the scholarship?”
I nodded hurriedly.
“Where are you going?” he asked, unimpressed.
“I am going to the Zenith Hall.”
“I am going there too, let’s go.” He offered, he wasn’t polite, but he wasn’t rude either, and I had no reason to refuse his help.
I was indeed lost.
“Do you know the guy who was talking to you?” He asked suddenly again, and I shook my head. “Did you get into a fight with him?”
“No, I don’t know him, and I don’t think it was a fight,” I confessed, my eyes fell to his coat that was folded in my hands. “I bumped into him, and I spilled something on his coat. He refused to just settle for an apology, and he wants me to pay for the coat.”
“And how much is the coat?” He inquired again.
“Um, he said eight thousand.”
“Damn…Too bad for you.” He tut. “I don’t think he will just let it go; that guy is kind of a big shot in here.”
Great, now I need someone else to tell me just how fucked I am now.
“Being on his bad side on your first day might not be so good for you. I suggest you find a means to pay back for the coat or make it up to him. That or life might be difficult for you.” He explained, and I felt anger bubble in my chest.
“It wasn’t entirely my fault. Why would he make life difficult for me because of a harmless mistake?” I complained under my breath.
The boy beside me chortled mockingly.
“Well, for your information, that is Christian Blackwood, the son of Dr. Robert Blackwood JNR.” The moment I heard the last name, I felt my heart stop all function, and an unfamiliar pain started in the pit of my stomach. “Rules don’t apply to him here, and this is the little I can do for you as a senior here.”
He then pointed towards the building before us.
“This is Zenith Hall. I hope you get your shits sorted out.”
My heart pounded erratically in my chest as I held onto the doorknob leading to my dorm, which I would be sharing with two other boys. The thoughts faded when the door suddenly opened.
“Hm?” A blonde boy was standing just a few inches away from me. He held the doorknob, seems like he was about to leave the room. Our eyes met, and then he asked. “Are you our last roommate?”
My eyes quickly flickered to the number on the door just to be sure, before I nodded slowly.
“Welcome home…” He seemed pretty excited by my presence. “Who would have thought they would bring such a cute, feminine-looking boy to be our roommate?”
I took a step back, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside. I stumbled backwards, quickly putting a distance between us.
My eyes darted around to take in my environment, but when it got to the single bed at the farthest end of the room, I felt my heart stop again.
But for the first time today, my heart isn’t stopping due to panic, but from total admiration. There was a beautiful male figure sitting majestically on the bed, his long legs crossed over the other as he quietly read a book, uninterested in the chaos going on in the room.
I blushed furiously at the sight of this sexually appealing man.
“What is your name?” This blonde’s voice cut through my thoughts again, and my eyes flickered back to his icy blue eyes that stared into the depths of my soul.
“L—Alan.” I corrected myself quickly. “Alan Rowan.”
“Even your voice is soft like a girl’s.” He squealed, his eyes and voice were filled with a child-like wonder, and then he walked me towards the bunk and draped an arm over my shoulder. “I am Noah Walker, and I hope we get along.”
He embraced me boldly, and I know that he didn’t mean any disrespect; he is only touching me because he thinks I am a boy like him.
I hoped he wouldn’t feel the bindings around my chest. I stepped away from him with a nervous smile on my face.
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too, Noah.” My eyes stylishly darted in the direction of the other roommate.
“Will you like to take the top bunk or the lower bunk?” He asked politely before he pointed to the sexy boy who was lying on the single bed. “Meanie over there already chose a bed before we came, so we have to share this one.”
Noah’s fingers swept into his hair.
“Naturally, to bond as roommates, we are supposed to play a game of rock, paper, scissors, the winners get the single bed—but he is grumpy much; wouldn’t even tell me his name.” I paused for a while as my eyes flickered back to the direction of the hot guy who behaved like we weren’t even in the room.
His concentration was as solid as concrete, even Noah’s deep and loud voice was unable to break it, and it made me curious about the book he was reading—It must be so interesting.
“Can I stay on the upper bunk?” I asked hopefully.
