Via Davis has been at college for 6 entire months. Busy with school and working an internship with the art director. Busy enough to have never met her roommate though? All she knows is they share their little duplex together and her name is Paige Wa...
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Paige POV It's Friday night at Williamson University and besides the raunchy parties echoing from the frats it's just the crickets you can hear chirping.I walk back to my duplex on campus my feet heavy and blistering. It's 7pm the clouds are swirling in circles blue-black kinda like the bruises on my rib cage just above my black bird tattoo. I jiggled my key in the door lock eager to crash in bed after a long roller derby practice. Coach Ramsey was mad we weren't "pushing harder" ,but I think my bruises have bruises at this point... I skate circles around the other girls and I look damn good doing it. Chelsey, sure thinks so I may have to call her again... She wanted to take me to dinner , but I'm not sure I'm up for more than a quick fuck. I sling my shoes off my feet and toss my duffle onto the bench by the front door. Maybe I should eat something before I go bedrot? I decide that's probably best and go to the fridge. I think I'm gonna make lemon pepper fish. It's honestly my favorite food. I pull the fish I had defrosted ,and start seasoning both sides. I flip the stove on high the red light clicking on.While my cauliflower rice simmers in the pan with some butter, I notice a creaking noise. The floorboards? You don't think...? I mean I do have a roommate (as much as I prayed for a single) but I've never met her. I get up early morning to do runs, classes in the afternoon, and my late nights are spent competing in derby's or practicing at least. Which is why the entire 6 months that I've been here, I don't think I've seen her once. Before I can really see what's going on a wide -eyed raven -haired girl is standing in the kitchen dishes clutched in her hands. I try not to stare ,but my eyes clearly don't know any better and I look her up and down in her big comfy shirt with very tiny shorts. Blue eyes ,plump lips. She's very pretty... She tosses the dishes in the sink and turns to meet my eyes. I can't help but notice her noticing the boxers I'm wearing peaking out of my shorts.
"Paige Walker?" She asks with what seems to be blush on her cheeks? Does she actually know who I am? Of course she does it was in the room agreement.
" Via Davis?" I question back not sure I can believe it myself.
" So you do exist..." she hums to herself.
" Sure do, you're welcome" I joke.
" I never said thank you?" She mutters confused.
Which she looks very cute when doing by the way...
"That's okay, but you will." I say flatly.
"What the fuck is that supposed to be to mean?" She chuckles.
"Oh come on most girls love to meet me, your jaw was practically on the floor." I laugh still turning my food with a spatula.
" Was not!" She says defiantly.
"Babe , it's okay if you think I'm sexy. You're very pretty yourself." I just know I'm pushing my luck ,but I haven't had this much fun in a while... Her ears are red she's so mad. God I want to tuck her hair behind them.
" Don't call me babe..." She whispers.
"Don't get your panties in a twist,babe" I muse.
"Will you just move so I can get to the fridge?" She says annoyed.
" You can have some of my food there's plenty." I gesture toward the pan.
" No ,thank you really..."
"I could give you something else to eat baby." I smirks.
" I think I'd rather starve." She bites shocked.
"Have it your way , but it seems like you could use it."
" Don't pretend you know anything about me."
" It's not hard to guess, sweetheart..."
" Fine, what do you think you know?" She questions annoyed further.
I circle her taking advantage of this moment to look at her very nice ass peeking through her shorts, " you got paint on your fingernails ,but not nail polish so you're an artist. "
"Tulips are your favorite flower (I find them on the dining room table all the time )and judging by the bags under your eyes you haven't slept in a few days..."
"Okay, I'll admit you're not wrong ,but you're still a stranger."
"You sure you don't want any?" I hold the spatula to her lips and whisper into her ear.My breath on her neck makes her jolt. The spatula falls for the floor and I go reach for it.
We both unknowingly grab for it at the same time.
Our fourheads bang together and we both step back chuckling," sorry." Our eyes meet for just a moment holding each other's gaze. I glance from her eyes to her lips. She's got sauce on her chin... I reach my thumb out wiping it from her face. Her breathe heavy and her eyes bulging. Her eyebrows tighten. She gulps ,pauses for a second, and runs off to her room slamming the door roughly behind her.
I knock on the door lightly no answer.
"Goodnight !" I holler after her.
" I hope there's monsters under your bed!" She replies spitefully.
I know I should be offended but really monsters? Adorable. Maybe I could have been less flirty ,less brash but... I couldn't help myself. She's everything that makes me lose my mind. Beautiful, reserved, creative , flustered, angry... And hopefully our little spat doesn't make her disappear again. I fucking loved seeing her riled up. Sure she's my roommate and we just met but I've had sex with women who I had far less knowledge about. I'm not really looking for anything serious , but something tells me it wouldn't be hard to get her in bed... after all she already lives with me. I think I need a cold shower.
