Out of love

Chapter 5

"Are you coming?" I lower my head looking at him expectantly after I get out of the car.
"Sorry curly girl but you are not my type." I sigh rolling my eyes and slam the door of his car closed as he bursts out into a husky laugh at his own stupid joke.
"I feel sorry for you honestly." I talk with my back turned as he follows closely behind me inside the campus.

"You are mad at me for the joke I made earlier." His low voice is heard as we run up the stairs heading to my dorm.
"I am not mad.I don't know you and I have no intention on getting to know you."
"Is that so? Why would you invite a stranger in your room then? I could be a psychopath,you never know." I scoff and start searching in my purse for the key turning right at the end of the hallway.
"Do you have a turn off button? I would very much like to use it." He leans on the wall near the door as I look through everything in this clutch from tampons to mascara but can not find that damn key.I am sure I tossed it in here before leaving.

"Oh come on...." I whisper for myself angrily and he chuckles making me look up at that wide smile on his face.This is the first time I get to actually see his features in the light and a lump forms in my throat.God really has some favourites on earth and he is for sure one of them.The way his perfectly gelled light brown hair is parted on the side compliments his growing stubble.Those blue piercing eyes that could burn holes into you with just one look.The tattoos on his neck and arms that I just now notice because he is holding the leather jacket he had on over one of his broad shoulders.

I clear my throat ending that intense eye contact after some minutes of deathly silence and looking away.
"Here." A frown appears on my forehead when he takes out of the back pocket of his black ripped jeans the key to my dorm.
"Were you planning on breaking in?"
"You could say that.You dropped it in the parking lot." I take it from his hand slightly brushing my fingers with his.
"Thanks." I unlock the door and walk in leaving him behind as I throw my things on the bed and open the drawer to my nightstand so I can take out some cash.
"Are you going to keep me at the door?"
I answer his question still with my back turned counting some bills of five dollars.
"Yeah."

"Sounds fair." I turn seeing him outside the room near the doorstep.The last thing I need right now is for people to think I brought him in here and maybe did even worse.Everyone likes gossiping so I am not taking any chances of something getting to my aunt's ears.She would give me the lecture of a lifetime.
"There you go.Is twenty bucks enough for your services?" I give him the money and he smiles in a cocky way.

"I told you already that you are not my type Brooklyn." I roll my eyes shaking my head in disbelief.This boy can be such a big asshole.I have never met anyone like this in my whole life.
"Find your way out." With that I slam the door closed in his face locking it.
"Sleep tight baby." He shouts from the other side of the door and I scoff taking my heels off and throwing them by the foot of the bed.

Who does he think he is? Just because he is handsome does not mean the world revolves around him.People like him make me so damn angry.He is so arrogant walking around like he owns everything that's moving on this earth.I honestly hope that I never get to see him again for his own good because if he opens that mouth of his to throw nasty remarks at me once more,I am going to make sure he ends up eating his own tongue.I am not an aggressive person at all but I would enjoy giving that jerk a purple eye.

With all of these thoughts in my head I throw some comfy clothes on and get in the little bed covering myself with the fluffy pink blanket I brought with me all the way from Cold Spring.It makes me feel at home.

I look out the window absently losing my sight between the thousands of lights that keep this city alive at night hearing just one thing echoing through my mind without my consent.

Hunter.

I have a feeling in my heart this boy does not bring any good and as much as I would like to lie and say otherwise there is something inexplicable pulling me towards him.