Naomi Collins used to be adventurous. She used to be able to live life in the moment. She used to be, well.. happy.
She went to college at one of the top universities in the country, where she wanted to be her best self. She left junior year realiz...
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I'm going to kill my brother. Considering our parents were basically not our parents, unless the cameras were pointed towards them, I was tasked with helping Cameron move into his freshman dorm room.
I shouldn't complain. He is helping me when I move into my dorm at Stanford in about a week. I was excited to be on my own, 'find myself' as they tend to say about college experiences. However, I was going to miss my twin brother.
Carrying big ass boxes up three flights of stairs over and over again was brutal. I definitely should not have worn my Louboutins. But as mother always says, "Your image is the most important step to success."
The plus side, I'm going to count this as my workout for this month.
"Nomi, that's the last of the boxes, Westley just texted me to say he was almost here." Cam said, spreading his sheets on the super uncomfortable looking mattress.
"What the hell did I tell you Cam. Stop calling me Nomi." I said with a groan. I was sweating, like an absurd amount. It seems like the air conditioning in this building was out of commission. In addition to that, I was starving and exhausted.
All of these things combined together made an absolutely wonderful Naomi to be around.
I'm really hoping you could note the sarcasm. If not, just assume everything I say is.
"Jeez, somebody's cranky." Cameron said. He placed a hand on his hip.
"And somebody needs to shut up!" I shoot right back at him.
I turn my head once I hear a cough from the doorway. And standing there in all his glory was a fucking angel. Using my extremely smart detective skills, I have determined that this is Cameron's roommate, Westley.
"Uh, you must be Cameron. I'm Westley Wright." He walked past me, placing the box he was holding on his mattress.
"Yeah, yeah. Hey man. I hope you don't mind, I took the right side of the room since you weren't here yet." My brother said, God, this was awkward.
"Who are you?" Westley turned to me. His eyes were a funky shade of blue hidden behind his framed glasses.
"That's just my sister, Naomi." Cameron said before I could answer for myself. Not that I'm complaining. I'm not feeling the most sociable at the moment.
Westley looked at me up and down like he couldn't decide whether to insult me or simply ignore me. Okay, rude.
"Is there any other boxes you need me to carry up, Cammy, or can I get on the road?" I asked. I wanted to make it back home before dark.
Before my brother could answer, Westley interjected, "You. You carried boxes up those stairs."
"As a matter of fact, I did." I cross my arms.
"In those shoes." This dickwad was completely judging me. Hard core. Sure, the shoes I wore were impractical and uncomfortable but I chose to wear them. And my opinion is the only one that matters.
"You'd be amazed what I can do in heels." Hey, I grew up always dressed to impress. It's what came with being the daughter of two famous big shots in this city. I've only been working with what I've been given.
"Okay, I think it's time to say goodbye." Cameron said before we could continue to bicker. I certainly did not like his roommate, maybe he would hate him too.
Stopping myself from rolling my eyes into the back of my head, "Hm, well, good luck Cam. Your roommate seems to be a big ball of fucking sunshine."
"Naomi." Cameron looked at me with a hard look.
I throw my hands in the air, "Alright, alright. I'm done. Don't miss me too much."
"See you soon, Nomi." Cameron wrapped me in a disgustingly long hug. I had to admit I would be sad not being with my brother everyday like we had the past eighteen years. Even though I would see him in a couple weeks.
"I wish I could say it was nice meeting you, Weston," I held my hand up in solute towards Westley, "But I hate lying."
Westley rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath, "It's Westley."
"Right." I respond as if I actually cared. He was gorgeous. He had that whole nerdy but hot look going for him. I'm really good at that, acting like nothing phased me in order to look like a sophisticated and put together woman. So, even if he was a broody but beautiful stranger who I was completely attracted to, I had no intention of showing it.
