《My BadBoy》Chapter 2: Meet Jackson Miller
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" Oh, um hey i'm-". I got cut off.
"I know who you are,". He said running his hand through his hair and my eyes apparently had nothing better to do than stare at his body. " You're a rich little good girl who ran away from mommy and daddy because she wanted to have a little adventure in her life".
"Wrong". I forced myself to meet his Hazel eyes and he smirked.
Right.
" In fact,". He walked over to me so quickly I gasped unexpectedly, then slowly bent over to whisper in my ear. "I bet you're still a virgin".
"Wrong". I shivered at the closeness of his lips to my skin then took a step back.
Right.
"Actually,". He grinned pulling me to him, so close our lips were only centimeters apart. " I bet you haven't even had your first kiss yet".
" Wrong". I blushed my face turning scarlet.
Right.
He slipped past me into his room and before he closed the door he said. " I know how those story goes, I hope you don't fall for me".
"In your wildest dreams!". I snapped and the door slammed shut.
Ugh!
I can't believe it, he so freaking frustrating . Sighing I took a couple deep breaths and forced myself to calm down. Special circumstance my butt, How is that even possible anyway?. After making a mental note to ask the crazy lady in the main office about my situation, I decided to look at the only unoccupied room left in the dorm, my room.
It was definitely bigger than I thought, then again my mom paid for it so I guess i'm not really surprised. Although the walls were plain white there was plenty of space for my posters and art work. My bed was queen size and it didn't have any sheets on it.
crap, I have to ask him.
Deciding to do that later I continued to look around. There was one big sliding window in the middle of the room that was draped with a thin white curtain which was blowing out because of the gentle breeze. Jerk face must've opened it to let it air out a bit before I got here. The floor was carpeted light brown and it felt soft against my now bare feet. A basic night stand stood right next to my bed and on it was a simple mahogany lamp to match it.
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Simple. That's how my room was, just how I like it.
I can't stall any longer. I need to make my bed before I can get my stuff and start unpacking, and I also need a tour of the place, like I said, it's bigger than I thought. Quietly I made my way to the room I saw my special circumstance walk into but before I could knock I heard arguing outside and stopped. My curiosity got the best of me.
"What do you mean I 'have to befriend her'?!,". He yelled at the person he was talking to and after a moment of silence apologized. " I'm sorry, Sir".
Sir? I wondered. Does he have a job? maybe he's late for work or something...no that wouldn't make sense. I pressed my ears against the door to listen before coming to terms that he was on the phone.
" I'll admit,". He stated after listening intently for a while. " She's pretty hot, but my job is to protect her, not be friends with her".
"Fine, fine...yeah I get it no sexual intercousre-".
A gasp escaped my mouth, and I ran, no sprinted to my room and locked the door because I know he heard me. Although I could barely hear the person on the phone, the voice sounded vaguely familiar. If I didn't know any better i'd say it was-
A banging on the door snapped me out of my silly thought. "Ashley, open the damn door!".
I frowned. " H-How did you know my name?". I asked as the banging continued.
It stopped.
I sat on my bed and hugged my knees. I wondered if he's one of those creepy stalkers who's been watching girls for years and decided it was time to take action on one of them. Suddenly the door swung open and I screamed ducking my head down. " Don't rape me!".
It was quiet for a while and I figured he was studying his prey then an explosion of laughter erupted causing me to look up in confusion. And there he was, my hot roommate bent over grabbing his stomach and laughing. A small smile escaped my lips as I wondered what was so funny. Was this a prank? I took this time to study my roommate. His hair was dark brown -almost black- not hazelnut like mine. Speaking of hazel, that's what color his eyes were.
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Hazel, with what seemed like little flecks of gold around his irises.
He stood up and wiped an imaginary tear from his eyes. " Whoo, That's the most i've laughed since...well since ever, who knew you were that funny".
My eyes traveled to the many tattoos on his left arm that I was too busy drooling over him to notice. Some of them i've seen on people before like skulls and lethal weapons but there were two that caught my eyes in particular. The first was a heart with a chain wrapped around it and a lock. What does that mean?
"It means I can never love, or be loved,". He answered my unasked question pointing to the heart. "Cupcake".
I didn't get to feel bad for him because of his latter comment. " I'm sorry, cupcake?". I asked making sure.
He smirked. " Oh you don't like that sweet cheeks?".
"No!, and my name is Ashley which for some reason, you already know". I replied to his little remark.
" Well for your information, doll face, you left your schedule on the counter so I read it,". He said matter of factly. " And since we're pointing fingers here why the hell were you at my door eavesdropping, bitch".
I flinched at his curse words. Two in one sentence."I'm sorry I just wanted to borrow some sheets but you were busy so-".
"You decided to listen to my damn conversation". He remarked.
" Please don't curse...it's bad". I mumbled looking down.
"What?". He asked trying to hide his curiosity.
" I don't curse, It's wrong...You shouldn't either". I sighed, knowing he probably doesn't care.
He fist pumped the air. "HELL YEAH!I WAS RIGHT,". Then quickly added. " Sorry vanilla bean, I won't curse around you anymore...scouts honor".
He gave me a sheepish grin.
My heart skipped a beat. "I was a girl scout...".
He grinned. " And I was a boy scout...but don't tell anybody or i'll have to kill you".
I took a deep breath, although he smiled I felt like he wasn't kidding. I also knew that he was referring to our first encounter earlier when he yelled 'I was right', and I decided not to bring it up because I was already blushing. I also decided to save the question about the other tattoo -which was starting to look really familiar- for later.
" I have to got get my stuff and unpack". I said after a moment of silence and I knew he was reading me.
" I'll help you, I insist". He said before I could argue.
"Okay". I agreed knowing that I can't carry everything by myself.
"Besides,". A cruel smirk appeared on his lips. "We have to discuss exactly what you heard when you were eavesdropping".
I don't know but there was something about the way he said discuss, that made goosebumps appear on my skin. Just like when a criminal tells his victim, let's take a walk.
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