In Love With My Hot New Roomate? That's Absurd!

Part 3- The Fight

When he finished, the place erupted into laughter and chatter. I grabbed a plate from the lunch line, and sat back down with Samantha and Kyle. I began to dig into my cheeseburger and fries, when three red trays slammed in front of me. I looked up at three girls.

The one in the middle had olive skin, long dark brunette hair that was slicked back into a high ponytail, and hazel eyes. She was wearing a red spaghetti-strap shirt, a soft pink cardigan, and a whit skirt with ruffles that stopped right above her knee. And pink heels.

The girl on the left had a dark complexion, long brown braids, and charcoal black eyes. She was wearing a white tank top, camouflage booty shorts, and white sneakers. She was also wearing a camouflage cap.

And the girl on the right had short, blonde hair that stopped just below her chin, dark blue eyes, and fair skin. She was wearing an orange V-neck, that cropped off at her stomach, low-rise light blue jeans, and black stilettos.

It was obvious that the girl in the middle was the leader.

"Excuse me?" I asked. A few people were watching us intensely.

"I'm Janice. This is Janet. And that's Jenee (accent on the first e. Pronounced like Janay). Janet was the girl on the right, and Jenee was the girl on the left.

"What do you want?" I spat coldly.

"Nothing. Just wanted to see the slut for myself," Janice retorted. Her friends began snickering.

I stood up. "Listen, jealous bitch." This caught more people's attention. "I'm new here. And I do not have time for this shit!"

"Oh, please." She pushed me down into the seat. Janet and Janee just started laughing even harder. People started whispering. I stood back up.

It was only my first day here. I was not going to get stuck with the reputation "wimp" for the rest of the school year. I slapped Janice right across her face. Most people gasped, while some immature people said "ownage," and "ohhh!"

Even Janee and Janet stopped laughing. Janice looked back at me, holding her cheek. A nasty scratch was beginning to form. "You bitch!" she hissed, tackling me onto the table full of food. Juice splashed everywhere, and I had ketch-up in my hair. Kyle and Samantha hovered nearby, and everyone circled around us. I flipped Janice off of me. She landed on the floor with a bang. People started cheering me on.

I pounced on Janice, not even bothering to cut he some slack. I threw punch after punch; each time, hitting her in the nose. Finally, Samantha pulled me away. I took one last kick at Janice, and spit in her face. She lie in the fetal position, covering her bloody, and possibly broken, nose. Janee and Janet carried her off to the nurse.

Mr. Crow broke up the crowd. "Ms. Peters? What is the meaning of this?" he bellowed.

I raised my hands up innocently. "She started it. I simply ended it."

Mr. Crow leaned in, and lowered his voice. "Carson, you seem like an okay kid. I don't wanna see you get kicked out of this school, because of something stupid. This is your warning. Don't mess up again." With that, he walked away.

I calmly walked out of Dining Hall, and back to Presley to go get cleaned up. Once inside my dorm, I quickly showered and washed my hair. I combed my wet mid-length black hair. Just so you know, my hair is black with red tips, and my bangs were also a dark shade of red. But only the top layer. So my bangs were red and black depending on which layer you saw.

Anyway, I walked out of the bathroom, clutching my baby blue towel to my nude frame. I walked to my drawer, which was close to the door, and put on a bra and matching underwear. I pulled out a pink tank top and grey sweatpants just as the door opened. I froze when I saw Aiden. He simply smirked. [Just so you know, I still have the towel rapped around me].

"Hey, great job of kicking Janice's spoiled ass."

"No one fucks with me." I noticed at Aiden staring at my slim body rather than me. "That means you too, pervy. I'll fuck you up." I warned.

Aiden stepped closer and closer, until I could feel his breath on my neck. "Let the fucking begin," he whispered.

I pushed him away, and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. I quickly slipped into my clothes, and pulled open the door. Aiden was doing something on his laptop, so I made my way over to my bed and slipped into the covers.

"Try anything, and I'll cut your dick off," I threatened.

"Ouch," Aiden mocked a hurt expression. I turned the bed lamp off and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to some one knocking on the door. "Who is it?" I groaned.

"Samantha!" she shouted.

"Ugh, do you know how early it is?" I shouted, getting out of the bed.

"It's twelve p.m."

"Oh, okay." I opened the door, and Samantha strolled in and sat on my unmade bed.

"Dude, you're like a legend now!" she shouted.

"It was nothing." I shrugged. "The bitch can't even fight. I don't even see why it's such a big deal."

"Because! No one has the guts to stand up to her! You're like a hero now!" Samantha exclaimed.

I walked over to my closet, and pulled out an off-the shoulder over-sized white shirt, short denim shorts, some black leggins, and grew Converses.

"Hey, where is Aiden?" Samantha asked.