DGDR - gang version

02

The winding halls stretch endlessly before me, the cool stone beneath the thin soles of my shoes sending a shiver up my spine.

The cavernous building is so silent that it has the hair on the back of my neck rising instantly, demanding my attention be fixed on my surrounding as I await the next blow.

But it never comes, because I'm alone in a building built hundreds of years ago, with only the echo of my footsteps as a companion. 

Yet, I can't shake the feeling of being watched, a sensation that prickles at my skin, like the walls have eyes.

A sudden creak pierces the silence, and my heart skips a beat. My footsteps still, my breath catching in my throat, straining to hear any further sound. But once again, silence reigns supreme.

With trepidation, I press on, climbing the stairs to the level listed on my papers, my dorm only a few doors away.

The carpet that lines the hallway silences my steps and I count the doors until I find the one I want.

Opening it with the key supplied, I suck in a breath at the extravagance.

Who needs all this space?

There is a massive kitchen off to the side, a full sized fridge, dishwasher, oven and stove supplied as well as appliances, all sitting prettily on a stone granite counter.

A three seater leather couch sits in front of a decently sized television with two arm chairs stacked either side.

The bathroom door is open, showcasing the opulence laid bare in there as well, white fluffy towels perched perfectly on hangers.

I step into the dorm - thought it's more like an apartment and shut the door behind me, my shields dropping as I look around the dorm.

Home. For now.

Looking at the four closed doors opposite me, I walk for the first one, pushing the door open to see if it lays empty.

"Who the fuck are you?" A dark voice pierces my subconscious and I turn my attention to the boy who stalks out of the fourth room, his grey eyes pierced on me. His gaze flickers to the open door behind me and his jaw ticks in rage.

"Did we not make ourselves clear last semester." he takes a step forward, "you girls are all the same." His scathing glare and words confuse me because I've never seen this person in my life.

"Get the fuck away from Killian's room and tell your little friend group to leave him alone and stop playing their games, they won't like the outcome if I have to deal with them again." the guy stalks closer, his face stained with disgust as he looks me up and down, his lips curling up in a sneer.

The look doesn't suit his pretty face, high cheekbones the likes of which I've only seen on magazine covers, stormy eyes and a jawline so sharp it's almost as cutting as his words.

For such a pretty guy, he sure has a complex. Although what do I expect from the pretty and privileged elites of Redwood, born with a silver spoon in their mouths and a penchant for cruelty towards anyone deemed lesser.

I guess a gutter rat like me, with no family would be the lesser one out of us two.

I relax my posture, looking him up and down as if his very presence is bothersome. "I have no idea what or who you're talking about." I cross my arms, willing my body to not react, to keep calm even as the guy makes it sing with danger, makes me want to do something stupid. Like punch his pretty face in. I'm sure even with blood running down his face he'd still be a looker.

My stomach swoops and I curse myself for the thought, annoyed at myself for getting lost in a pretty face. Pretty boys only cause problems you can't clean up, Noah. Think of what got you into this mess.