"Hurry up with the boxes Julie!" I yell as I balance the two cardboard boxes in my hands while trying to get the door to my new apartment open. once I finally get the door open

"Shut up Max! I'm a weakling, and you know this." She comments. I roll my eyes and sit down the boxes.

She has a point. she can barley lift a gallon of water without an struggle. she's been that way since I met her two years ago in my first year of college.

I'm currently moving into a new apartment because I got accepted to a full scholarship at a better school. Julie says that someone already lives in the apartment and should be back anytime soon. I'm just glad that she goes here so I can know someone in this place and not be a loner.

Like I usually am.

We unpack all the boxes from the back of my pickup truck. it's a worn down red, muddy piece of crap. but I love it. my dad ave it to me before he....died.

I still can't bear that memory. that painful painful memory. it was with a car. He worked with them all the time. I remember when I was little running and jumping on him. His dirty outfit and hands with grease and black stuff covering his pale shin.

I miss my dad.

I won't lie, I'm a daddy's girl all over. or used to be. I wish he could be here to help me. help me get through this. He was like my best friend. Like when I was sixteen and I was getting over a massive heart break.

That's another story that I'm not about to remember. That was a horrible break up. The guy, Alex, cheated on me with another girl. I was so heart broken. He was my first kiss, and first something else.

I'm not going to go all detail into it. Ot will just make me want to cry even more. Only Julie knows about all of that. And I'm NOT going to tell anyone else.

"So when is she getting here?" I ask as we put down the last few boxes. I pull my straight black hair up in a pony tail as I sit down on the couch. It has to be at least one hundred degrees outside right now. And so far, I don't feel the air conditioner working in this place.

Julie slumps down beside me on the couch as her small black curls bounce as she moves. I wish I had naturally curly hair. But mines plain and straight.

"Oh, it's not a girl."

"What?!" Okay, I know most girls would love to share a room with a guy but I'm different, I can barely talk to guys without biting all my nails off. Yes, it's ridiculous, I know, but that's me so don't judge.

"Yea, and Megan said he's a fucking hottie too," She said smirking. "Maybe you could get some." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. While I just rolled mine.

Megan is her other friend that goes here. Shes all about image. Shes the kind of girl you see in every high school movie. Blonde girl with perfect everything and gets all the guys. Thats obviously why IM not friends with her. girls like that don't exactly like me.

"I can barely even talk to guys, Jules." I point out.

She shrugs. "What about Alex?"

"Don't bring him up." I command.

"I'm just saying, that was a long time ago max. You need to find someone in your life, you've just got me and your brother. You need someone."

She's right. the only people who I care for is her and my brother, Thomas, who I call Tom. He goes I this college also, but he's couldn't help me with the move because he's on his way back from visiting his girlfriend. I don't really know her, but I've heard nice things about her.

"So? I want I be single, is there really anything wrong with that?"

"No, but come on max. You can't tell me your not lonely AT ALL. I can sense it in you, ever since you and Alex broke up years ago. Just get over him." she said. I shook my head.

"I am over him Jules. It's just hard to imagine me with Someone else. Or anyone. I mean, come on, look at me, Im ugly and I sweat like a pig. Im surprised Alex even wanted me."

"Max, he wanted you because he's smart! Because he didn't are how you looked. And Max, sorry to break it to you, but your fucking hot. Don't think I can't see all the guys staring at you and whistling. actually, just on the way up here at McDonalds two guys did exactly that."

She's not lying. We were walking out and one guy stared at my butt while the other whistled. I just flipped them off and walked to my truck. I probably shouldn't have decided to wear my ripped booty jean shorts and grey spaghetti strap tank top that stuck to my skin.

"Still....." I trail off looking towards the kitchen, that you could see through the living room. "whatever Max. just remember what is said, I've got I get going now though so see ya later." She stood and waved goodbye as she walked towards the door. "see ya!" I yelled back.

The door slammed shut. I sighed and decided I take my boxes to my room. when I walked down the hall I noticed there was only a bathroom door, and a bedroom door.

Wait a minute......... there's only ONE bedroom? shit! fuck! shit! shit! shit! this is not going to be good. I can't believe I let myself do this. Now I'm stuck in an apartment, with a boy! And we have to share a room.

Could this get any worse?

I stand corrected as I finish taking all my boxes to the room and walk to the front door. right as it swings open and hits my forehead.

I curse and fall to the floor and grab my head. squinting my eyes.

The person who walked in shut the door and grabs my arm softly, while the other grabs my bare shoulder. His hands remind me of my dad. rough and dirty with grease all over them. I hate guys with hands like that, only because i hated being reminded of my dad. I slightly open my eyes when I hear a deep, sexy voice say: "woah. you okay there beautiful?"

When I open my eyes I can't believe who is standing a foot away from me. with eyes in the middle of green and blue. His blonde and brown hair parting to the left. Shattering in front of one of his blue-green eyes.

I know this face.

I know this person. How could I forget this guy. He was part of my high-school torture. It's pretty hard not to forget him. Even though I tried my hardest.

"Maxine heart." he speaks. My head is not to my worst worries now.

"Tyler Colton." I mumble. he smirks and keeps a hold of me. And now that I know who this guy is, my arms feel like their burning hot. Although that may be the hot of the weather. And from where we live, its practically warm all year round. other than in winter. Right now it's spring.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" he speaks after a long awkward silence between us. "yea." I say making

Sure my voice is stern.

Now, I may not be able I talk to boys, but Tyler is a whole different story. I used to not be able to talk to anyone. The only reason I can talk to him, is because he used I pick in me everyday, and I used to take every bit of it.

Then one day, I snapped.

I told him off and I've been able to talk to him 'decent' ever since. He stopped picking on me at the end of senior year. Thankfully.

But I'm not sure i can take one more second of him being in my new apartment. I'm waiting for my roommate to come.

I push his arm away and step back. That's when I notice his plain tank top. it's orange and the top stops at his chest, almost showing all of his muscles.

Don't stare. don't you DARE stare.

He is wearing shorts that go down to his knees. Jean shorts. I look back up at his eyes.

"You can leave now. I'm kinda waiting for someone." I say walking to the front door. I open it and get hit by the hot air of spring. he turns towards me and smirks.

"Waiting for your roommate?" He asks. I give him a questioned look. where's he going with this?

"....Yeaaaaaa..." I say dragging out the last letter.

He chuckled. "Then your in luck princess, because your roommate is right in front of you."

And at that moment, my jaw hits the floor.