The Bad girl and The Bad Boy

Chapter 1

Illyria Charbaneau

Since the first day of college, I made it my mission to be known. I spent so much time partying, getting to know people, joining a frat home, which was easy because of course I was undeniably attractive, joining sports, competing and beating other women who had anything to say about me. The point is, I think it's safe to say I've built up quite a reputation about me the first year of college. I wanted to build a reputation where no body messed with me. I wanted to be untouchable.

So many guys loved me. I was known for being one of the baddest, hottest, athletic women they've ever met. I'm also notorious for being a heart breaker and, great in bed. Guys swoon over me and love what I do to them. I don't even have to try anymore. Everyone knows me. Though, what many men do not know about me is that, I'm still a virgin. I spend so much time messing with men but they do not get to mess with me. I've never had intercourse with a man, but I let them do things to me in return of doing things to them. With their mouths or their fingers of course, but no one has ever questioned it or noticed.

It's the first day of Sophomore year in college and I managed to finally find my next perfect target. I was shooting for the stars this time. Shooting for a bigger crowd. My new roommate will be a new duo in town, famously already known and rich beyond anyone's dream. Much to my benefit the apartment she was renting out was cheap. It was the perfect way to get close to them. I also needed to get out of the frat I was living in, I couldn't stand living with those women anymore.

I took in a deep breath and released it as I mentally prepared myself to greet my new roommate. I have no idea why she chose me to be her roommate. She was the complete opposite of me. Cheery, pink, sweet, talkative, hates partying, looks down on drugs, drinking, skipping classes-see, nothing like me. She was a complete good for nothing goodie two shoes. I have a feeling she's going to hate living with me.

I was dark, gloomy, grumpy, black, grey, bleak, drove a motorcycle, tattoos all across my body, maybe an alcoholic, I smoke a bit here and there-nothing like her.

The keys were cold as I wrapped my long slim fingers around the hard metal. They chimed as as I jiggled the key into the key hole and pushed the door open with a creek.

I internally cringed to myself hoping no one was home and heard my entrance. Boy was I wrong.

I was greeted by a very smiley perky girl in a pink tank top and floral skirt who quickly popped out from around the corner.

I gagged at the sight of her. My eyes burned. I wanted to rip them out and pour bleach in them.

she beamed as she approached me with open arms and engulfed me in a tight hug against my will. I stiffened against her body and groaned.

"Illyria! I'm so happy to see you again! Finally you're moving in! Come in!" Her voice was high pitched and disgustingly sweet. Her bright fire red, ginger hair was full of curls that rubbed into my neck and face. I met her before moving in. She was setting up interviews for possible new roommates and doing tours of her apartment.

I strained my neck uncomfortably in her embrace to avoid her locks getting into my face and tickling my nostrils, the smell of lavender filling my senses. It made me want to gag. Of course she had to smell like flowers.

I hate flowers.

"Ugh okay, gross," I grumbled as I managed to finally slip out of her embrace and push her off of me. She didn't seem to mind or take offense. Or maybe she did but she was too kind to show it. God this girl needs help.