A Ride

Chapter 4

I wake up with the sound of alarm blasting right in my ear at 5:30 AM. Today is the day, thoughts run through my mind as I hit the dismiss button. Today is the day I will finally be attending my dream University and I don't afford to be late on the very first day of my classes. I force my spine to rise from the bed and escape my feet from the warmth of the bed to touch the cold tiles of the floor. As always, I fold my comforter neatly before heading to the washroom and immersing myself in the hot streams of water. As I close my eyes and lather the rosy face wash over my face,
fierce brown eyes staring into mine flash through my mind. How could he be so rude to me?
What? Why am I even thinking about him?
I shake my head and rinse off the body wash I had all over.
I feel shivers through the lengths of my arms and legs as I stand by my wardrobe in robe with my skin wet. I slide my legs in blue denim and pull an olive-coloured sweatshirt over my head. I brush my hair to tie them in a ponytail and head out of the room after peppering vanilla mist all over myself.

8:00 am, I read from my phone as I stuff gingerbreads in my mouth and sip my coffee standing beside the kitchen counter with the weight of my bag hung on my right shoulder.

After wrapping up with meals,
I grab my binder to hold it in the grip of my curled arm as it is too large to fit in my bag. I text Olivia *Hey, I am leaving for uni. I Will be back by 5.* and head out shutting the door behind me.
Oh Lord, help me with these stairs. I huff looking at the steps ahead of me.

The Stairway is a three-turn route with fifteen steps turning left on each floor, meeting with the apartment door at every turn. I breathe in the fresh rainy mist despite the stairway being enclosed as I trail down the stairs.
As I exit the first turn and head my way down, I see a wooden door ahead of me with the number '1' carved with gold painted metal.
That must be referring to the floor number as I have a huge '2' engraved on my door.

Miss Janet has presented floor numbers on the apartment doors for a 'two-storied mansion'
Interesting.
As I walk down with my eyes focussed on the huge '1' on the door, my binder slips from my curled arm and tumbles on the steps scattering all my documents and carpeting the flight of steps with pages.
"Noooo! Not this time! I'm getting late" I groan in frustration as I bend down to gather all my pages. As I lift the binder first to secure the leftover pages, I hear a clicking sound of the doorknob.
Kneeled, I lift my face to get a sight of a shirtless guy appearing from the door frame. His black bottom hung beneath his waist. Abs, this is what I first notice at a glimpse. I trace my eyes upwards on the barrel-built muscles with tattoos. I spot a beautiful feather inked on his waistline, a birdcage on his forearms, bands of ink on the upper arms, and an anchor inked at the base of his neck connecting with his broad shoulders. He has a lean and strong body, I can see that. I lift my face to get a vision of the same intense eyes from last night staring at me. His hair occurred chocolate brown which I could see now were dry, seated perfectly, and pushed back on his head.
His physique is sculpty, strong, and sexy.
What the. What am I-

"You're always late, ain't you?" He smirked, leaning against the door frame. Releasing my eyes from his stare, I went on with picking up the scattered sheets on the steps hastily, ignoring him. I am not really in the mood for a debate. As I elevate myself, I notice a sheet close to his feet covered in grey socks. As soon as I bend down to lift the paper, this guy bends down with me with us having positions parallel to each other with a gap less than afoot. He grabs the paper before me and eyes the jet ink on the paper.
Hello! it's my document!
Before I open my mouth, my eyes dive into the brown waves of his hair, they look as soothing as the wash of the sea. As I am close to his face, the tattoos on his neck become prominent than before. I sit there scanning his neat skin with my eyes, the way his eyelids shift whilst reading the document, his strong facial muscles stay still as his fingers with metal rings hold the paper.
What in the world are you doing Emelia.