Badboy's roommate

Chapter One

Roommate

As the crisp autumn leaves danced in the wind, Sarah stepped onto the bustling campus of her new college.

Finding her way to the check-in desk, Sarah was greeted by a friendly-faced RA who handed her a set of keys.

The excitement in the air was palpable as students hurried to their classes or chatted animatedly with friends.

Sarah, however, felt a tight knot of nervousness forming in her stomach.

This was it—the beginning of  an new chapter of her life, her college journey.

Everything was so new, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty.

With a backpack slung over her shoulder and her heart pounding in her chest, she navigated her way through the bustling campus, filled with students chatting and laughing, as if they had known each other for years.

She glanced down at the slip of paper in her hand, double-checking the room number of her dormitory.

With a deep breath, she found her way through the maze of buildings until she finally reached her dorm.

Room 213.

She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and pushed open the door to her assigned room, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar space.

It was small but cozy, with two beds, two desks, and two closets squeezed into the room.

And there, sitting casually on one of the beds, was a guy, his dark hair tousled and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hey there, roomie," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of him.

He was the epitome of the bad boy stereotype, with a leather jacket draped over the back of his chair and a hint of rebellion in his piercing gaze.

"Um, hi," Sarah managed to stammer, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his intense scrutiny.

The guy rose from the bed, towering over her slightly as he extended his hand.

"I'm Jake," he introduced himself, his grin widening.

"I'm Sarah," she replied, shaking his hand tentatively.

As Jake flopped back onto his bed, Sarah couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled beneath his fitted t-shirt.

She quickly averted her gaze, chastising herself for getting distracted.

"So, you're my new roommate, huh?" Jake said, breaking the silence.

"Well, fair warning—I'm not exactly the easiest person to live with."

Sarah frowned, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Jake shrugged nonchalantly.

"Let's just say I have a bit of a reputation around here. People tend to steer clear of me."

Jake seemed determined to maintain his reputation as the "bad boy" of the school, while Sarah was content to keep her head down and focus on her studies.

Despite their differences, Sarah couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt towards Jake.

There was something magnetic about him that she couldn't quite resist, no matter how hard she tried.

Sarah couldn't deny the flutter of apprehension in her chest at his words.

She had heard whispers about the notorious bad boy, but she hadn't expected him to be her roommate.

Still, she refused to judge him based on rumors alone.

"Well, I'm sure we'll get along just fine," she said, offering him a small smile.

Jake raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "We'll see about that."

As Sarah unpacked her belongings and settled into her new life at college, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease lingering in the back of her mind.

But little did she know, her encounter with Jake was only the beginning of an unexpected journey that would change her in ways she never imagined.