My first day at Uni and all the girls are talking about is what hotties they hooked up with whilst I sit awkwardly in silence. Yes, Harlie Radulski is a LOSER. I haven't had any type of sexual intercourse, whereas all the other feminine beings on the campus have multiple times with numerous guys in countless ways and all in different places. So, I am officially loser material.
I stuffed the last bite of banana down my throat. Throwing the peal away in the rubbish bin, then wiping my hands on my jeans.
Other girls passed me by making disgusted faces. They all know of my lack of bedding skills. But you know what, the f-ck with them. If I don't wanna have it, I don't gotta have it. Great, now I sound like I'm ghetto fabulous. What else could be weird about me?
Well, maybe the time when I thought Pen Island was an actual place and whenever someone asked me if I wanted to go I said yes. Then they got me to believe it was a nickname for an island in Hawaii. I've been to Hawaii before, so whenever I was asked if I've been to this so-called Pen Island place, I would always say "Psh, yeah! Bunch of times!". I never even figured out what it actually was until the eight grade. That's how smart I am.
I bustled through the crowded hallway to find my locker. Someone bumped into me and didn't even apologise. Sheesh, people are rude.
Once I found the locker that belonged to me, I had the most trouble putting in the combination. A girl next to me snickered.
"Need some help there, kiddo?"
"I'm fine."
I pulled, tugged, squeezed, spun, everything, but the damned thing wouldn't budge! The girl with blonde hair and occasionally spread out purple streaks shoved me aside. I stumbled backward as her tentative fingers played with the dial on the combination lock.
There was a click and the girl stepped aside, opening the locker and wavering over it with her hand like one of those game show models displaying the grand prize.
Only difference is that this was nothing like a prize. No, it was the opposites. The inside was rusted on many parts, there was chewed gum stuck to the inside of the door, graffiti was spray painted onto the back with the words 'F-ck it hard b-tch'. How lovely a message to leave. Not.
A sigh left my lips as I approached the horrid thing I get to not-so-proudly call my own. I fingered through the text books till I found the one for my first class, Musical Arts. Strange that there's a textbook for it, right? But, nevertheless, there is.
I slammed the rusty metal door and it popped right back open. Wonderful. The same girl leaned on the lockers next to mine with an amused smirk.
"Can I help you?" I asked in a snarky tone of voice.
"More so, can I help you."
"I don't need your-"
Before I could finish my sentence she closed the locker, clamped the lock, spun the dial, and walked away.
"Hey! Wait!" I called after her.
She turned, putting her hand on her hip and tilting her head to the side as if to say 'what' in a not-so-nice way.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Liz. The better question is, who are you?"
"Harlie, Harlie Radulski."
She nodded and then walked off. Nice meeting you too. I rolled my eyes. Whatever.
***
The day was finally over! Now I get to go meet my roommate. Hopefully they're nicer than that Liz chick. Why do I even bother remembering her name? Oh, who cares.
I fumbled through my bag. Unable to find the key I'd been given, I placed my bag on the ground and squatted down before it. As I rummaged through my bag, I sighed of relief when my fingers grasped the cool piece of metal. The key fit right into the hole and I turned it smoothly, unlocking the door in the process. I walked inside, closing the door and locking it before turning round only to be faced by a nearly naked masculine figure. Seriously, all he had on were boxer briefs.
My mouth formed an 'o' shaped as my eyes scanned up his muscular torso. He had a full six pack and even buffed up pecks. His arms were built up nice too and even his leg muscles were just, mmm. Whoa wait, shut up Harlie. What are you saying? Are you out of your bloody mind? Well, yeah, I have been for a whilst. I chuckled to myself.
"Like the view?" a husky voice asked. I could sense the smile on his lips. My eyes diverted from his muscularity and up to meet his eyes. First, however, I noticed the perfectly plump, pink heart shaped lips and the cutest little freckle on the left side of his prominent jaw. Eyes were met with blazing green ones that seemed to suck the words right out of my mouth.
"I... Um..."
"It's okay, I know you do. You wouldn't have been staring for the past three minutes otherwise," he replied cheekily.
Had it really been that long? Dammit Harlie, you dumb ass. I'm so stupid sometimes... No, all the time. Yep, that's more accurate.
"I'm Harry," he said holding out his massive hand.
I smiled shyly and took his hand, "Harlie."
I hadn't even noticed how long we'd been shaking hands until he raised his eyebrow at me.
"Oh, right, sorry," I apologised.
"I like you, Harlie."
"You do?" I asked a little too excitedly.
He chuckled, "Very much so." He came right next to my ear, "We can have lots of fun."
His words made me shiver. My body shook slightly as he gently pulled at my earlobe with his teeth in a teasing way. Reluctantly, I took a step back.
"I better get to bed."
He smiled, "There's only one."
"What?"
"There's only one bed in the room. All the other have two, but we got cheated out of the other. Don't worry, love, I don't bite..." His face moved into the crook of my neck where he nibbled at the skin. "Hard..." he whispered against my skin.
"Well, I need to change."
I freed myself from his hold and went to the bathroom, locking the door. I searched through my bag but only found an oversized t shirt. Why must the world hate me? I stripped from my clothes and threw the white shirt over my head. After doing so, I exited the loo and turned the light off in there.
Harry was laid out on the mattress with his hands behind his head in a relaxed position. I crawled onto the other side of the bed and got myself under the confines of the duvet.
"You're not wearing pants," Harry stated abruptly with his eyes closed. He then turned to me and opened his eyes, revealing bright green orbs.
"How did you-"
"A black thong under a white shirt is quiet obvious," he smirked before switching off the bedside lamp.
