Fuckboy // m.c

// Chapter Two //

Rinai POV

The tapping of my fingers on the keyboard of my laptop and the soft tones of Taylor Swift's latest album surrounded me. Despite the fact that I was furiously studying for a test I was undeniably stressed for, I felt a lot calmer than I had the past few days.

Knowing that I was almost done with my notes for Legal Studies had me feeling a lot more confident about being prepared for the test in three days time. Stretching my arms behind my bed and letting out a tired groan, I look over to the alarm clock on my bedside table.

1:37am

Well shit. I had been non-stop studying for a solid six hours, completely missing dinner. Now that I had taken away the focus from my work, my body immediately made it known how hungry I actually was. A barking at the door to my bedroom alerted me to the fact that I had also not fed my pug, Apollo.

"Chill out, Apollo!" I shout, shuffling over to the door, my slightly oversized ugg boots dragging along the thick, dark carpet. "I'll feed you now, okay?" I yell, opening the door.

I need to stop talking to my dog as if he knows what I am saying, I mentally note. Shuffling into the open-plan living room of Bailey and I's apartment that our parents had graciously rented out for us.

As I move towards the kitchen a sudden banging stops my footsteps immediately. I go to call out to ask if it was Bailey before I remember that she most likely wouldn't be home for a while.

The sound of Apollo small yapping bark again was enough confirmation for me to think that someone was currently skulking around in my apartment. And from the sounds of slurred cussing and dropped objects, I'd say they were drunk out of their minds.

Dashing back into my room I try to make the least amount of noise possible. Looking around my room I begin to realise that I had no possible weapons, unless I was planning to bash the drunken intruder with my Mac, which was not going to happen. It cost me way too much money to even consider that.

I skulk my way into Bailey's room, now grateful for the fact that we had rooms so close together. Going straight to her cupboard I pull out her old baseball bat from her sporting days. The cool metal touch of it soothed me slightly, knowing I had something to defend myself with calming my erratic thoughts. I just didn't know whether I had the capability of using it.

Apollo's barking stopped, and the sudden quietness of the apartment drew me to realise that my breathing had become shallow and fast. I was beginning to panic, thinking over the possible scenarios that could occur.

Shaking off the idea that an old drunken ghost haunted Bailey and I's apartment, I silently tread towards the kitchen. The low decibels of a male's voice reach my ears and I feel a lump in my throat beginning to rise.

Please don't be some 6"7' dude that has massive muscles and a load of tattoos and piercings that could overpower me in a second and has a hatred towards pugs, my brain begs.

I round the corner lifting the baseball bat above my head and voice ready to scream if necessary. But the sight in front of me has my mouth hanging open in shock. A man with vividly red hair stands in my kitchen, an all black pug in his arms.

I still haven't made any noise, so I duck back behind the doorway to continue watching. I stare at the boy, taking in his appearance. He is tall, 6"2' at least, and his arms have a number of tattoos laced up them.

Because of where I am standing hidden, I can only see a side profile of his face, but from what I can see, he is quite attractive. And by quite, I mean holy shit he is hot. His lips are pouty and bright red- somehow almost matching the tone of his hair- his nose is gently sloped and slightly upturned. From what I can see, his eyebrow and ears were pierced, and his jawline was heavenly.

Okay, I needed to stop creeping on the boy who was currently creeping around in my apartment; this was some next level shit I was not prepared to delve into. Inhaling deeply I step back into the kitchen and let out a low cough, keeping the baseball bat hidden behind me in case I found a need to use it.

The red-haired boy freezes instantly, his posture stiffens and I can tell he thought that no one was home. His head flicks around to where I stand, and I can see his eyes, which were an odd green colour, raking up and down my body, a smirk forming on his face.

I immediately cross my arms, trying to disguise the fact that I was wearing an old t-shirt and no bra. Raising my eyebrows at him I say, "Excuse me, but what are you doing in my apartment?"

A full-blown smirk graces his face as I speak, and I can immediately assume he is cocky. His shoulders relax, and his stance goes from child caught doing something they shouldn't, to someone who is utterly comfortable with themself.

"Well hello there, Princess." He drawls, placing Apollo onto the ground next to him. The pug lets out a whine and immediately rears back to place his paws on the guy's black skinny jean wearing legs.

My right eyebrow quirks up at the nickname; finding it both annoying and irritating, yet slightly alluring. "What are you doing in my apartment?" I demand again, pulling the baseball bat around in front of me. His eyes flick straight to the weapon in my hands and I see him trying to fight back laughter. "How did you get in?"

"Well Princess, your door wasn't locked so I just walked in. That's not safe you know, leaving your door unlocked, someone may just break in." He lazily grinned. I felt my frown grow.

"That addresses the how you got in part, I'm still concerned about the reason why you got in." I fire back quickly. He rolls his eyes and moves towards me, his steps smooth and graceful. I was surprised by how utterly comfortable he was; surely he knew that with any wrong move that I would call 999.

"Princess, let's not worry about that now," He mused and winked, "Why don't we go to your room and I'll have you screaming, but this time it'll be my name."

My face screwed up in disgust at his perverted comment. From the way he was acting I came to the conclusion as to what was his problem.

He was a Fuckboy.