Riley and the Boxers | ✔️

Eighteen

A/N:

I've accidentally removed Chapter Seventeen and had to write it all over again. I've made quite some changes so I'd recommend you to re-read it if you have time. I'm so sorry for this! But if you can't be bothered, don't worry about it. I'm sure I haven't changed any important points.

Love - NC

E I G H T E E N

"I'm your roommate!"

I nearly choked on air by sheer astonishment. Did Orio really just say that?

"Uh, you mean I-" My words of truth were cut off by Orio's hand covering my mouth, muffling my speech.

"Rile-e-e-y!" He sang, laughing nervously. "I need to tell you something, let's go." He locked his arm with mine and pulled me over to the corner of the hallway.

"Orio, what are you up to?" I asked right away, my voice brimming with concern. I was really against him sharing rooms with Jackson, especially after he had broken Orio's heart.

"Riley, you have to trust me with this one." He finally averted his eyes from the ground and onto mine. "I honestly don't think I could get over him until I confess and let it all out! Then, I'll get rid of the weight on my shoulders and eventually get over him."

I redeemed a sigh from my lips and patted his shoulder. "Okay, go for it. But if anything goes wrong, I'll be happy to swap with you again."

He jumped up and down and hugged me awfully tight. "Oh, thank you so much Bestie! I love you!"

A smile secretly crept onto my face, but I immediately wiped it off. "I'm going to vomit. Let me go, man."

Men are not mushy people, right? Well most men.

He gasped and freed me as I sighed in relief, before he giddily skipped away to his new room. I stared behind him, a worried smile forged onto my face. I really hoped things would go alright.

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After searching for what felt like eternity, I made it to the other end of the cabin which lead me to my room. Geez, how many dorm rooms were there?

Room sixty-five was what the door read, and it was intimidating me. Whatever happens, I just hoped that I wouldn't go doing something stupid again and reveal my true identity-

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal the familiar guy with messy brunette hair wearing a blue dress shirt (that was convincingly dorky), baggy trousers in a pair of old sneakers. Our eyes held captive with the most blank and poker faces on. No blinks were displayed whatsoever as we both tried to sink in what exactly was going on. Suddenly his eyes glimpsed at the sheet of paper in my hands that had the number "65" in bold. He stared at me for a good ten more seconds before shutting the damn door at my face.

Oh, that jerk! I began banging on the door with rage. "Chance, you can't just do that! Let me in!"

No answer.

Muttering profanities under my breath, I sat down on the floor and huffed. Just who does he think he is, hogging the room?! Nonetheless, I was too tired to properly care. It was a long trip after all and although I didn't do much, sitting for three hours doing nothing made me feel sleepy anyway.

Eventually, Chance opened the door, leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed. "You can come in now."

Even after clearly hearing his words, I sat there in the midst of falling asleep. Just as I was about to escape into my dreams, Chance pulled me up by my hand, picked up my bag with his other hand and dragged me into the room. "It's time for breakfast, so you better hurry up and head to the cafeteria." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "Don't tell anyone that we're roommates. People will get curious of me." He shut the door with a loud bang, leaving me to stare dumbfounded at the door.