Soulmate? Dude, I Won't Even Be Your Roommate...

Chapter 5

Hey guys! I can't apologize enough for how delayed this update has been. Soccer's been going on and as any of you athletes know, sports literally take all your time - guys I barely have time to sleep anymore! -___- But we've been getting some snow lately and it was killing me that I was making you guys wait so here's the update! (P.S. I should be doing my English literary analysis paper right now... you're welcome ;P).

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Chapter 5

Ayv

No effing way, I thought, stunned. This is not happening! You couldn't take the stairs, could you? The devil himself still stood behind me, waiting for me to respond. 'Looking for something, love?' still floated mockingly around my skull. Um yeah, how about an effing time machine? Swallowing, yet again, I tried to form a coherent thought.

"No," I forced out, refusing to turn to look at my stalker. Have you ever heard of prisoners of war? Well that's my poor backpack. And unlike the brave and valiant Navy Seals who never leave a comrade behind, my bag and Briar are about to start a long and happy life together; because that sucker's staying here. I'm getting my tiny butt out of this place.

"I... I... I just needed to use your elevator... I, um... I'm sorry intruding." Awkwardly sending a wave over my shoulder, I was careful not to look at him. Honestly, I didn't want to see the person that's been stalking me for three months; didn't want to put a face to the stress. The hermit shall remain anonymous.

"I'll just be on my way... late for class and all that..." Not wasting time (class started in three minutes); I roughly swallowed and willed my trembling legs to move. However, I hadn't stumbled two shaky steps before I caught movement in peripherals. Instinctively, I whipped around - only to smack straight into a sturdy, muscular chest.

This guy couldn't be real...The defined planes of every peck and abdominal muscle were clearly visible beneath the grey short sleeve shirt that I currently had my face smooshed against (not that I was ogling or anything - that much). The shirt itself was probably supposed to be loose but with all that he had going under there, well, let's just say it didn't leave much to the imagination. Oh my gosh, I internally moaned.

"Um," I stuttered brilliantly before backing up, keeping my eyes locked built and toned muscles in front of me. Don't look up Ayvril, I told myself firmly. Creepy hermits can still have amazing bodies... Keep backing away.

Instantly, arms appeared around my waist, gently pulling me up against softest person I've ever met. Not like fat soft; no, that man was one thousand percent muscle. He just gave off this... okay I know I sound like a ditzy, dopey preadolescent kid when I say this but... tender vibe. It made me feel safe.

And I hated the asshat for it. Was I crazy? Probably, yes.

"And just where you do think you're going, princess?" Briar murmured lowly, his voice right next to my ear. Ew, ew, ew, ew! Hermit cooties! Tensing up in discomfort, I weakly shrugged and stared at my still-bare toes. "Darling?" Fingers delicately fluttered over my cheeks before finding their way under my chin, trying to lift it up. With a childish grunt, I jerked it away.