"Oh, Clay, yeah... do that again... oh, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum... Clay, please..."

That has lasted for 30 minutes for sure. Moans, dirty talking, spanking, and more moans. Why can't she come already so I can finally go to my room and sleep?! Ugh! I literally hate my roommate!

It's my second week in college. My second week at the place I have dreamed about for several years. The University of Michigan, a 4 hour ride away from my hometown. A beautiful place with unique history and great professors, and a striving setting to focus on my major. I have been looking forward to spending my time here, studying and hanging out with my best friend, going to parties. I had it all figured out and was going to stick to my plan no matter what. My roommate proved me wrong within the first hours we met. She is a nightmare!

Jordan Patterson is the type of girl who will chew you up, spit you out and you won't even notice it. She's drop-dead gorgeous. Blue eyes, plump lips and long brown hair with blond balayage. She's thin and tall with big round boobs and a flat ass. Her personality traits are the biggest turn off for me.

As soon as she saw me coming into our room, she scowled, and loudly exclaimed that she definitely didn't hit the jackpot when she was paired with me. I honestly thought the same. I would have loved to live in one room with Layla, but since she was in her second year, it was impossible. I got what I got, and needed to get used to it as Mrs. Williams, my counselor, said. I would have been curious to see her reaction, if it were her sitting on the floor near her room, waiting for her roommate to have an orgasm. I felt like a prude, who couldn't stand other people's sexual activities and it was so uncalled for! Ugh!

My phone dings with an incoming message. I take it from the floor, unlock it and see a message from my best friend. My face instantly lights up with a smile. Layla is my person, through and through, even if she's a year older than me. We get along, we have similar tastes in music, movies, and books, and most importantly we have very different tastes in boys. This combination is everything.

Her family's house is across the street from mine, so we have known each other for our entire lives. Our parents are friends, ones who are ready to help each other or lend a hand if needed.

I often stayed at Layla's house, while my dad was working his ass off at the fire station to earn more money for him and me. He had raised me on his own since my mom died when I was barely 5 years old. Even with the amount of work he needed to deal with, he was the best father in the world.

My dad envelops me in his care and love, being my friend and my wise advisor. He's pretty strict, but always explains to me why he needs to say no to some of my whims. I have never even cried because of him. He is my rock, just like Layla.

: how about shopping tomorrow?

📱: all in. only if I get some sleep

: meaning? u went back to ur room almost an hour ago

📱: my roommate is having sex with someone named Clay

: gosh! she works fast!

📱: don't remind me. it got quieter, maybe they are done?

why don't you go inside? she needs to know it's not okay

📱: dunno

I glance at the closed door. What if I open it and just go in?

Ava Mason, u're a badass girl! Why do u allow her to treat u like that?

I roll my eyes, rising to my feet from the floor. In all honesty, my friend isn't wrong. I always stand up for myself. I never let anyone treat me like I let this girl treat me. Who does she think she is?

📱: I'll write u later. I need to put someone in her place

that's my girl👸🏻

I laugh, shoving my phone into my purse. Squaring my shoulders, I put the keys in the lock. Well, it's do or die. I open the door and freeze straight away. What the hell?!

Jordan is totally naked, down on her knees and giving a head to a guy, who is resting on the chair. Though, that's not what blows me away. Another dude is on her bed, jerking himself off while watching his friend with my roommate. I'm stunned, I couldn't even imagine she was in here with two boys at once.

"You said your roommate left for the weekend." The voice of the guy sitting on the chair is cold and distant.

I don't see his face since it's hidden in the darkness of the room. The only detail I notice is his brown hair. He puts his hand on Jordan's head, keeping her in place. I hear her gag on his cock, and uneasiness seeps in my veins. What have I just dragged myself into?

I hear voices becoming louder, someone is coming this way down the hallway. Shit! It's the worst scenario ever to let someone see my roommate like this. No matter what I think of her, no one deserves that humiliation. I take a step forward, closing the door behind me with a thud. I'm beyond uncomfortable. Still, I stay rooted to the spot.

"Want to join?" The guy from the bed asks me in a mocking voice, triggering me.

I stomp in his direction, stop near the bed, and put my hands on my hips. "Get out." My voice is barely a hiss, but it's incredibly powerful. I see his smirk fading away, as he takes his hand off his dick. He stares me in the eyes, while I just hold his gaze and say nothing.

"Girl, we were having fun with your roommate way before you got here. She told us you went home." He shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't care when you got here. I don't care what she said about me... I want you out of this room. Now!"

He frowns, hesitating. Slurping sounds become louder, while I refuse to watch. One dick is already enough for my colorful imagination for a day, I have plenty of them in my DMs.

"If I knew you would come and ruin all the fun, I would have never even agreed to fuck this freshman." The guy scowls, standing up and heading to get his clothes from the floor. He hurriedly puts his t-shirt and his pants on, glancing in my direction in silence.

I observe him, trying to remember if I have seen him before. Red hair, yellowish green eyes, and a snub nose. I bite my bottom lip in annoyance. Nothing rings a bell. His body speaks volumes about all the hard work he's clearly been doing in the gym. Could he be from the hockey team? What if he knows Drake? With how often Layla hangs out with her brother, if this asshole is one of his teammates, I'm screwed.

The guy puts his sneakers on and straightens his back, looking over my shoulder at his friend. "Dude, are you done?"

"Almost." His voice changes, sounding a bit husky. And sexy as fuck. My pupils widen and I curse myself inwardly. I have no idea what he looks like, and think his voice is sexy? What's wrong with me?

He hides his hands in his pockets, shifting to look at me. "I'm Clay."

"Uh huh."

"Not going to tell me your name, beautiful?" He smirks, and I chuckle. He just hopped out of bed after having sex with my roommate. Does he really think I would be interested?

"I don't think you deserve to know my name." I murmur, seeing as his eyes spark in the dark. I intrigue him, but ew, I can't even think about something happening between us. He's disgusting.

"I'm a resourceful fella, and if you let me..."

"Not going to happen, Clay. Really. I'm being honest," I speak softly. I can be sassy and all, yet I'm not a bitch, even to people who deserve to be treated this way.

"Shame." He shrugs again. "I'll figure out your name with or without you telling me."

"Whatever." I let out a short laugh, hearing the sound of zipping. Heavy steps follow, stopping right behind my back. I tense, holding my breath.

"You kinda ruined the moment." The brunette rasps in my ear.

I spin around, finding myself face to face with him. I'm smaller and thinner than him, and it intimidates me. My eyes are on the level of his neck, and involuntarily I rake my gaze over his face. Brown eyes with thick eyelashes, straight nose, mouth with fuller bottom lip and stubble on his chiseled cheekbones. He's stunning, I can't deny it... while the look on his face makes me uncomfortable. So much arrogance, so much hatred. A bad boy at its finest. The type I prefer to run away from. He's bad news.

"You kinda ruined it yourself." I retort, folding my arms across my chest. "Get out! Both of you."

"No one tells me what to do." His stare darkens, and he frowns.

"Keep telling yourself that." I burst out laughing, happy with my own joke. I gradually relax, and it's a mistake.

He leans into my face; his breath is minty and without any trace of alcohol. "I hope I never see you around campus."

"Or what?" I ask, gulping down a lump in my throat.

He smirks, his lips stretching into a big radiant smile. "Or you will regret coming inside this room while I was here."

"It's my room too, and it's not my fault she told you lies about my whereabouts." I grunt, narrowing my eyes. "Get out!"

His pupils dilate, indicating his surprise. He doesn't expect that kind of a reaction from me. I bet he's used to people running for their lives when he looks this way at them. Not me. I don't freaking care about this guy. I just want him gone. Period.

"Dude, come on. We have places we can go. The night is young." Clay calls out to his friend, while he keeps gaping at me in silence. I roll my eyes because it honestly is ridiculous. Suddenly, he inches to my ear and his lips graze my earlobe.

"I bet I can make you come in one minute. I can make you scream my name and call me a God while you will be riding my dick." The brunette leans away, grinning like a fucking idiot while my cheeks blush hard. "But I won't. You're too fucking simple for that. Too plain."

Fucker! I open my mouth, sucking in the air. How dare he? Without giving it any thought, I slap him across his face. So hard even my palm stings. He fucking deserves it!

"Colton. Don't." Clay walks around me, shielding me from his friend. I take a few steps back, biting my inner cheek. "Let's go. Okay?"

A second passes, then the brunette pushes his friend away and storms to the door. Opening it, he turns his head and locks his gaze with mine. "You made a mistake."

"I don't see it like that." I put on a brave face, while in reality I'm nervous. Clay sighs, glancing at me over his shoulder, and follows his friend. Then, they both are gone.

I take a deep breath, only then focusing my attention on Jordan. She keeps silent, and it creeps me out. What's wrong with her? I edge closer and kneel to her. "You okay?"

Her mascara is smeared across her face, her cheeks and neck are red. She stares off into the distance, then looks back at me. "You ruined everything."

"What?" I am taken aback.

"Those two... they are the most popular guys in our university... Girls dream about being with them... and I was lucky they both wanted to get laid tonight..." Jordan focuses her eyes on me. "Clay is good, but nothing exceptional. While Colton... he's a dreamboat... and when I finally got the chance to lay my hands on him, you decided to step in."

"You sucked him off," I mutter in annoyance. "Not sure he would have wanted to fuck you after his friend."

"I could have convinced him!" She snaps angrily, standing up from the floor and going to put her clothes on.

I shake my head in disbelief. I don't know the guy, I just know the pattern. He would have never fucked her after his friend. A blowjob is the only thing he is interested in with her. She should know better.

"I'm going to take a shower." She sneers through her clenched teeth, and trudges to the door. Stopping in her tracks, she looks at me over her shoulder. "You made a mistake, Ava. Colton doesn't tolerate disrespect. He will ruin you."

"We'll see." I hold my chin up high, watching as she shrugs her shoulders and ambles out of the door. I exhale loudly as soon as I see it close.

I do my routine, wiping off my make-up, combing my long brown hair and braiding it into Dutch braid. I feel uneasy and try to brush off those thoughts. As soon as I'm in bed, I take my phone and type my message to Layla.

📱: I shooed the boys away. Already in my bed. Shopping, here I come!

boys?

📱: Clay and Colton 🤷🏻‍♀️

OMFG!!! 😱

📱: What the hell does that mean?

Tell u more tomorrow

📱: Not fair! 🤬

I whine aloud, hiding under the blanket.

Meet me at 11am near the dorm. Night!

Ugh! I toss my phone on the table, and instantly close my eyes. The image of this guy appears in my head. Memories of his severe glare send shivers down my spine as if I'm cold. I shut my eyes tighter, erasing him from my mind. The last thing I want is to have nightmares because of that moron.

I don't think love at first sight exists, but I believe in annoyed at first sight and Colton is exactly that. He's obnoxious and self-centered, and I'll gladly keep my distance. At least I hope I will be able to.

❤️