All The Odds

Four

//He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad but he does it so well// Widest dream-Taylor Swift.

*Bella*

"Hey Daniel, can I borrow your laptop?" I ask, walking in on both him  and Iverson playing soccer on Daniel's Xbox in the living room. Being the first to hear and see me since he was sitting sideways whilst Daniel's back was to me, Iverson paused the game to a round of cusses from Daniel.

"F?cking hell, what you do that for?"

"She said something." Iverson says and Daniel turn around.

"Your laptop, can I have it?" I repeat without looking at Iverson or acknowledging him.

"Sorry love, I left it at Cynthia's" Daniel says picking up the Ginger ale beside him for a sip.

"Damn." I whisper. Today of all days that I decided to get some of my stupid assignments out of the way before they gang and f?ck me up.

"You don't have a laptop?" Iverson asks.

I blush just looking at him and mutely shake my head. Since dinner the other day, he seem always eager to chat me up but all I have for him was being civil. Which was a hell of a job if you ask me, I'll rather just pretend he doesn't exist. I hate the reactions my body have anytime he's around. It doesn't help that he's still as ridiculously handsome if not even better looking than the guy I had a crush on in high school.

"Not after she baptised it with coffee." Daniel chuckles pointing at my gray Toshiba which sat forgotten at the last shelf of our television stand.

I roll my eyes at him "How typical you always skip the part where it's your fault for sneaking up on me."

"That's because I didn't sneak, I walked up to you, how am I to blame for that you had your nose buried in that R-rated movie?" Daniel argues. My face heats up in embarrassment, never thought I would  see this day, when Daniel will rattle me out in front of a stranger.

Okay maybe Iverson isn't a total stranger, but he is still Iverson, hello. Remember, the guy I had a past with, the very one I had this huge crush on and who was very aware of it?

"Not R-rated dumbass."  I grab the little pillow in the sofa, beside Iverson, the same one I threw at him,on his first day here and fling it at Daniel. "It was NC-17."

The pillow drop in his laps and he throw it back at my face.

Laughing and Iverson chuckling at the both of us, Daniel says "I can't believe that's your argument. You are the worst law student I know." I poke my tongue out at him, I'm not going to argue with that.

I walk back into my room and quickly made a phone call, grab my purse and some books, I walk back out and nearly collide with Iverson in the hall way.

"You going somewhere?" he asks.

"Yup." I reply and quickly brush past him.

"Going somewhere?" Daniel repeat the same question in the living room,

"Yes, to the cyber cafe." I inform him,

"But Iverson was gonna get you his laptop." Daniel frowns.  I look behind me, and there he is, resting his shoulder slightly on the wall, his thumb gently grazing his lower lip and the other hand in his pocket.

Gush the guy always effortlessly look like a GQ model, even when he's wearing a stupid home-boy clothing like that fading brown short and the tight wife beater that promise you some ripped abs underneath.

Someone tell him to chill, some of us have raging hormones here.

I especially hate it when he has his stupid guitar around him with that 'baby let me write you a song' Look. Or like the wounded hero one he has on now as his blue eyes burn holes into my brown ones, his head slightly tilted to where is shoulder rest.