Bruised Thighs And Hazel Eyes

Chapter 3

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"Kellin." I press my face further into the pillow.

"Kellin, there's a guy here. He said his name is Alan," Matty said shaking my shoulder lightly.

I groaned loudly, "What time is it?"

The last thing I want to do right now is get up.

"7:30"

seriously Alan?!

"Fuck off Alan. Classes don't start for two more days!" There are footsteps, followed by a weight on my bed, "Come on Kells." he said with a fake sweetness lacing his voice.

"Don't call me that," I grumble as I pull the covers off of my head.
"Give me one good reason?" I ask, but he's already going through my drawers and throwing clothes at me.

"Red or green sweater?" he asks.

Sighing, I mumble, "Green, and give me a beanie, since I know that you're not going to give me time to do my hair."

He turns around and grins at me, throwing jeans, boxers, a sweater, and a beanie at me, "You know me so well. I feel special."

"Don't." he lets out a small laugh.

I drag myself into the bathroom. I got a shower last night, so all I need to do is get dressed, but I take as long as possible because fuck Alan and his 7:00 A.M.

By the time we make it to the cafeteria, it's almost 8 o'clock.

Matty decided to tag along because he had been getting ready to go get breakfast when Alan showed up anyways.

At least the breakfast here is 100% more appealing than it is in high school. Pancakes, english muffins, eggs, and all of it looked edible. Imagine that. I settle for a few pancakes, and orange juice. Alan practically piled his plate high with everything.. and Matty got two pancakes and a english muffin. He said he wasn't starving like Alan.

When we're in line, almost to the register, I ask Alan if he likes his roommate.

He snorts, but before he can respond, a familiar English accent draws my attention away, "Fuck this card!"

I turn around to see the guy from yesterday struggling to swipe his meal card.

"It's upside down," I mumble.

He turns his attention to me and panic starts to rise up my chest.

I lick my lips, and try again louder, "I said, 'It's upside down.'" He nods and turns it, but now it's backwards.

I chuckle and he glares at me.

"Here, let me, um, let me try." I try to steady myself as he shoves his card into my hand and steps aside, being careful not to drop his english muffin and orange juice.

I turn it around the right way, and slide it through the scanner. It beeps and flashes green.

"Thanks" he mumbled looking down at his bowl.

I hand him his card and scan mine.

Alan pipes up from behind me, "Hey, why don't you sit with us." I whip my head around to stare at Alan open mouthed.

Why do you hate me Alan?

He just smiles back at me.

"Sure, let me just text my mate Jordan, and tell him. My name is Oliver. Oli's fine though"