Rival Lovers

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Chapter 3 : A fuck-boy and a fuck-girl

"Care to enlighten me on how the fuck we're sharing a room now?"

Lucas glared at me, not even trying to hide his distaste for me. Good, cause I wasn't gonna either

"I don't know, Lucas. I just got the text, alright? Believe me, I don't want this either."

I huffed, folding my arms and taking a glance around the room. I didn't get to take a good look yesterday - I was too stressed and just wanted to get into that new bed of mine.

Surprisingly, it was actually pretty clean. I guess he did tidy up, I was honestly expecting a bunch of dirty condom wrappers around. And bras, and thongs, and maybe even sex toys. Guess not.

I then reluctantly turned my focus back to him, Lucas shoved his spoon into his mouth, chomping down on that cereal. Ick. But damn, I wanted some of that cereal too. It looked yummy.

"Isn't there something we can do? I'm not sharing a dorm with you for the rest of my college life. Fuck that."

He slammed his spoon down onto the counter, jesus. Like a child throwing a tantrum, unbelievable.

"I haven't got the money to buy my own dorm, so I go wherever the college puts me. And they put me here."

I retorted, unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about the situation. I was lucky to even get accepted into the school on a scholarship, so whatever this place gave me - I accepted gratefully.

Lucas groaned as he threw his head back, then swinging it back forward as he held his head. Dramatic ...

"Isn't this like, fucking illegal? A girl and a boy sharing a dorm?"

He said, I could see his fists clenching. His knuckles were going white.

"It's not illegal .. but it's not common either."

I shrugged, sighing and tapping my foot on the ground restlessly. This was such a horrible situation, I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. And he was my worst enemy. So that worked out great.

"I spent all my money buying a new fucking car.. I can't buy a new dorm."

I scoffed. A car? Really? That's what he spent his money on? Fucking hell. I could only guess why.

"For what, picking up girls? Jesus."

I rolled my eyes, leaning on the opposite side of the counter. He glanced at me and gave an unimpressed, blood thirsty looking glare as he looked back down at his bowl of cereal.

"Yeah. So? Girls like a man with a nice car."

He smirked, running a hand through his hair. My eye twitched in frustration , hah. I could punch him, should I punch him?

I clenched my fists for a minute - but then relaxed my hand. What was the point, I didn't really wanna fist fight him anyway. He'd probably have me beaten there, sadly,

"The only difference is you aren't a man."

I grinned, crossing my arms and looking him up and down then giving a disgusted look.