One of the Guys. [ON HOLD]

Meeting Landyn Divinovich

|Chapter Seven: Meeting Landyn Divinovich.|

Olivia.

Suddenly Olivia’s music was cut short and a perturbed voice roared, “What the fuck is going on in here?”

Olivia’s back was facing the door so she did not see who this stranger was, but she could only assume that it was her roommate. Who else would have access to their dorm?

She let out a high pitched scream of surprise and lost her footing on her bed sheets. Her foot caught on the duvet cover and she tripped falling onto her back on her mattress roughly, only to have it betray her by bouncing from the impact and tossing her onto the hard floor.

She landed flat on her back and groaned in pain. It took her a few seconds, but eventually she found the strength to roll over onto her side and rub her sore backside. “That friggin’ hurt like a bitch.” She moaned, momentarily forgetting she was in the presence of a boy, letting her girl voice out.

The stranger chuckled deeply. “Bro, has anyone told you that you scream like a girl? I mean seriously, I’ve never heard anything less manly in my entire life!” He said through chortles of laughter.

She heard footsteps walk closer to her and she glared at the floor. For some reason she was highly offended by his commentary. She knew that she screamed like a girl, but that was because she was a girl. She had to remind herself that he didn’t know that, but it still irked her because he was making fun of her. However, it was good that it did because what real guy wouldn’t feel upset about his manhood being torn to shreds?

She sat up and opened her mouth to retaliate on his rude comments, but stopped once she got a good first look at his face. All of the comebacks she had on the tip of her tongue were forgotten and were shoved deep down her throat once again.

He was beautiful.

Olivia had seen some pretty attractive guys in her lifetime, but none of them compared to him. He was nothing at all like the image she had conjured up in her mind only hours before. He was positively hot—mouthwateringly so. He was unearthly beautiful—unlike anything she had ever seen before.

He had a slight tan left over from the summer, high prominent cheek bones, a strong square jaw, and full pink lips that looked so inviting and kissable. But those weren’t even her favorite features. He had the most alluring and captivating almond shaped grey eyes. They looked like the color of a rain cloud right before a storm was about to hit—they were wonderful.

She searched his face, looking for any flaws, but she could not find any. His face was flawless and mesmerizing. His skin looked baby soft, his nose perfectly straight and structured that a plastic surgeon would admire it, and even try to aspire to create something so perfect on someone else’s face. His eyebrows were dark and thick, but not bushy—just right. 

She noticed the strange look he was giving her and she quickly realized what she was doing—her mistake. She was openly checking him out, and he had probably caught on too by the looks of it. She cleared her throat and looked away from him as quickly as she could, but not without skimming over the rest of his body quickly. From what little she saw, he was very tall, and probably had some nice toned muscles beneath those clothes of his.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and shuffled his Vans clad feet. “Um not to be rude or anything, but you’re not gay are you?”

Olivia’s neck snapped toward him so fast that she thought she heard it crack. She stared at him wide eyed and disbelieving. “What?! Why would you ask me that?!” She asked in a high pitched voice.