Red Nova

Chapter Four - Wrong answer

Shot after shot and it's only nearing midnight. I found Sissy who ran off before truth or dare and dragged her to the dance floor. I needed to be with the one person who didn't see Roman Dallas basically go down on me on a kitchen island.

"How's the party? That pretty little brain of yours isn't working you too hard is it?" Well except for almost allowing me to take Roman right there on the kitchen table- it's been working fine. "It's going good, I'm actually enjoying myself" I scream back to a dancing Sissy "Where did you run off to?" I question. "Ugh just made out with some idiot on the football team. No biggie, I left him moping by the stairs when he started getting a little too handsy too fast" That's my girl. Laughing at Sissy's persistent ways of leaving men moping at every party, we shuffle off the dance floor to find Noelia and Monica.

"Chasey! Where is Noelia and Mon!" I yell out when I find Chase standing at the bar with Satan's little helper and Hayes. "Bathroom! Shot?" Looking at Sissy nodding her head, Hayes lines up three- ugh nope- four shots. Eye fucking roll. Grabbing our chaser and our shots, we all cheers, clicking our shot glasses together.

Turning to head to the washroom, a hand flies to my wrist, twisting me around into a wall- nope not a wall, a tall ass chest- body- man. I mean, how tall can you be, it's a little obnoxious, save some height for the rest of us five-foot-threes. "Chasey? You pining after Lia's man?" Oh. my. God. Can you BE any more annoying? "You have some nerve-" I start to say when I feel his large hands wrap around my waist on either side and squeezing.

Looking up into those same dark blue eyes, I can't help but hold my breath. Watching his every move as he leans down to whisper - "What? Cat got your tongue." Okay, that's it. Using my own words and throwing them back at me? Has this guy ever talked to a woman before? That was the snap I needed. Instead of pushing him away, I get up on my tippy toes to whisper in his fucking ear for once.

"Why are you so persistent on touching me? Do you have a little crush? Hate to break it to you, but you're not my type Dallas" Oh fuck yes you are- With venom dripping off my tongue I move so I am inches from his face and his lips. "In your fucking dreams." The shock on his face with a hint of mischief is all I can gather before the tigress swoops in. I knew it.

"Baby, Roman, who is this?" A girl chimes in grabbing at his forearm that is locked around me. Releasing me and looking dead in my eyes, he says. "That's nobody, she's not my type." Turning away with the tigress locked on his arm, those are the last words we spoke to each other.

Until, cue the Universe and her cruel ways, Roman fucking Dallas, stocks into my photography class on Monday.

Will this hell ever end?

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Roman tall stupidly perfect body plops down right beside me. Fuck, I didn't know not having a partner at my table would come back to bite me in the ass. Where's the time turner when you need one?

"Morning Love," Roman says, not taking his eyes off of his desktop that are included in the photography lab. "Dallas." is all I reply earning a smirk and a sideways glance from Satan's little helper. "Morning class. It's week three so we're going to start discussing our midterm project that will be due at the end of the term." Oh yeah, it's week three. How the fuck is Roman here?

"Why are you here," I ask, logging into the desktop. "Ouch Love," feigning hurt "Well when mommy and daddy-" UGH " I didn't mean how are you on this earth stupid, I meant how are you in this class, it's week three?" With a smirk and turning to face me Roman continues "Well if you must know since you're obsessed with me," Oh here we go "It was the last elective with a spot open, and I didn't realize I needed one this semester."