My Perfect Angel

Chapter 8

Riven P.O.V.

I'm basically floating on cloud 9 when I go back to my dorm. I feel everyones eyes on me but I couldn't care less. The only thing on my mind is My Angel is coming to my room tonight.  

I get back to my room and look around assessing the situation. The floor and the bed looked like a normal college student, clothes here and there. A few pillows on the bed, one on the floor from when I pushed it off my bed last night. I put it back on the bed in the middle of the other pillows and head over to the desk. I run my finger over the picture of My Angel, hating that I have to hide it but remembering I'll have the real deal here in a few hours. I open my drawer and put the picture on the bottom of the drawer and put paper and a notebook on top of it. I grab my older laptop and place it under my bed in a box. I walk around my room and clean up a few things here and there. 

I look around the room and see that there isn't anything that would suggest I'm anything more than a college student. I get an idea and look at my phone and see that I still have about 45 minutes till Sawyer comes here. As I'm walking out the door I call the pizza restaurant next to the campus and ordered two pizzas; one broccoli, meatball and ham, Sawyer's favorite and one bacon, sausage and peppers, my favorite. 

After 20 minutes I enter the pizza restaurant and the owner, Mr. Giuliani, comes up to me with his arms held out. "Oh my favorite customer! How are you today?" he asked while kissing both of my cheeks, while I return the favor. I give him the same answer I always do, that I'm working hard at school and living life to the fullest. He goes behind the counter and grabs my two pies. "You're getting two pies today, got a hot date?" I laugh gently.

"Not exactly. I'm working on a photography project with another student and I figure I'd be the nice person and bring us some pizza." I say reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. I start handing him my credit card but he shakes his head. "Oh come on let me pay for this one!" He shakes his head again and thrust the pizza boxes in my hand. Sighing knowing this would happen I pulled a twenty dollar bill in the tip jar glaring at him. 

"Enjoy your pizza and good luck on your project." I smile and thank him. I turn and run into the one person I didn't want to see anymore today. 

"Oh hey you're in my photo class."  He says looking up from his phone. "You got a really good model today, I was eyeing him ever since I met him in the hallway this morning. I curled my fingers into fist to control myself. "Not saying the model I got isn't gorgeous because he is but I really wanted Sawyer." I take a sharp breath in when he mentioned Sawyers name. I know It's incredibly controlling of me but hearing another boy say his name, especially one who wants him makes my blood boil. Before I do something that I know I'll regret Mr. Giuliani comes up behind us. 

"Ah my favorite customer!" I smile at him until I see that he's looking at the other kid. I look at him with absolute betrayal, as far as I knew I was his favorite customer. 

I put my hand on my chest in mock hurt. "I thought I was your favorite customer!" 

"I have plenty of room in my heart for every customer to be my favorite." Mr. Giuliani says, "That sign out there wouldn't be true if I didn't," We turned to look at the widow up front to see the 'Best Hospitality Ever' "So yes you are my favorite customer," He turned to whatever this guys name is, "and you're my favorite customer." He pointed to the door, "this gentleman who's about to walk in is my favorite customer." He smiled at me, "Now go, go before your pizza gets cold."

"Ok, Ok I'm leaving. Thanks for the pizza." I turn and walked out the door before that kid can start a conversation with me, because I don't think I could hold back from punching him in the face. 

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I get back to my room and put the pizza on my desk before I hear light knocking on my door. I chuckle to myself, "Come in." I hear the doorknob turn and the door open slowly. I chuckle again at his hesitation, "Come on in, I don't bite." I bite my tongue before I say 'yet'. I take a few moments to check him out. He untucked the front of his shirt so its just hanging out which is still adorable; he looks like an office worker at the end of his shift. I can tell he also ran his hand through his hair a bunch cause it's slightly going in every direction.