Campus King | 18+

Chapter Ten

Tristan

Bent over to retrieve something from the fridge, was the sexiest ass I'd ever seen. Heart-shaped and encased in skin-tight yoga pants, it was every man's fantasy brought to life.

I stayed frozen in my spot, unable to tear my gaze away from the picture of perfection before me. I could already tell I'd be jerking off to this image whenever I had a spare minute in the shower.

She stood up, her long hair cascading down her back in waves of liquid honey and sunlight. It swayed and bounced with her movements, almost hypnotic — and my whole body froze in anticipation. I was dying to see what she looked like from the front.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my tone casual.

She let out a small scream, causing me to flinch, before spinning around to meet her assailant. Not that I was her assailant.

And then, out of nowhere, she hurled a water bottle straight at my face. She had quite an arm on her because it sailed towards my face at a surprising speed. Lightning fast, I caught it before it could do any damage. I couldn't help but take a moment to savor the fact that I finally caught something this week. Lowering the bottle, I looked back at the girl.

It took a second because she looked different without her usual hoodies and her hair loose, but those almost transparent blue eyes were unmistakable. As was the familiar glare.

Our other roommate... well, this isn't really her thing.

Of course. The redhead's words echoed in my mind, and suddenly, everything clicked. The absurdity of the situation struck me with such force that a grin spread across my face. Starting with a low chuckle, my amusement quickly grew until it morphed into full-blown belly laughs.

"Oh, this is too good," I managed between breaths, my shoulders shaking with laughter.

It grew to a point where I couldn't contain it, and I doubled over, hand on my abs, as the sheer brilliance of it all washed over me. This whole thing felt unreal. And honestly, it felt damn good to let go and embrace that madness, even if it made me look like a total lunatic.

No-Hoodie-girl stared at me with narrowed eyes and I couldn't help but laugh even more, hoping that the movie covered the sounds of my breakdown from the rest.

I don't know how long I stood there laughing, but I suspected it was a while. It was impossible not to crack up every time I thought about the situation I'd found myself in. Again. I mean, come on — it was just too damn fucking funny.

I tried to straighten up, but it was no use. The laughter kept surging through me like an uncontrollable wave, and I rode it hard.

"Are you okay? Is this some kind of a psychotic break?" no-Hoodie-girl asked, backing away from me slowly.

You know what? Maybe she was right. Maybe I was losing it. But you know what else? Everything suddenly became crystal clear. She was the cause of all my problems — the terrible playing, the lack of sex, and the messed-up state of mind I'd been in all week. She was the reason I couldn't sleep at night, because even in my dreams, I wasn't safe from her. It all boiled down to her, and she'd somehow managed to reduce me to a complete wreck.