Falling in Lust with You

So I've been going to UCLA now for three months and so far I've had my roommate nearly kill me, my clothes stolen, I've been walked in on while showering, and now? I sat on top a roof waiting for my dickhead roommate to get me a ladder.

Oh, did I mention that some how the school screwed up, still refuses to own up to it's mistake and fix it, and my roommate is a guy?

"I can't believe that you got me stuck up here!" I yelled to Mark visciously as he set up the ladder.

At least he's cute, I thought, with those muscles it's not as if I can really complain. And I wouldn't complain, if he wasn't the most disgusting, disrespectful, dirty, perverted man that I've ever had the displeasure of living with. Despite his horrible tendencies towards never picking up after himself, he had messy, black hair and a sleek, tall muscular build that I couldn't ignore. With bright green eyes to match, I was lost in a sea of sexyness.

Well, at least until he opened his mouth.

"You know what, woman. If you don't shut up, I'm just going to take the ladder back. I don't care if you're afraid of heights, I'll leave you stuck up there until security finds you." He said, glaring up at me. Damn, he looks good angry. I snapped myself out of it, but kept my mouth shut.

I really was afraid of heights and I wanted off of here as soon as possible. Don't even ask me how he managed to get me up here in the first place.

He seemed pleased with his ability to get me to stop talking, and so he continued to get the ladder set up and then climbed up it slowly.

"Come on." He said, watching me.

I didn't move. There was no way in hell I was moving. He was gonna get me killed.

"Blondie, come here." I bristled at his nickname for me. My long, beautiful blonde hair was burned off and I had to cut it short in order to help repair the damage. It was all thanks to him.

Three months, I thought. Three months with this man and he's set me on fire, gotten my things stolen, had sex in my bed, broken my bed, and made me late for class four times.

"No." I said finally. I wrapped my arms around my legs and placed my head on my knees, glaring at him.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, seemingly frustrated with me. "Why not?"

I wanted to hit him. No, I wanted to push him off that ladder. "Because I don't trust you! You set me on fire!"

At that he seemed amused, "You look better with short hair anyways." I swear my eye twitched.

"Besides!" He went on, "It was an accident."

"An accident?" I responded, in disbelief. "You held a lighter up to my hair and said 'Come here blondie, I just wanna take a little off the tips'! You call that an accident?"

He chuckled at that, his green eyes sparkling in rememberance. "Good times, good times." When my glare didn't go away, he stopped and said, "Yeah, I do! I was just kidding. I didn't actually mean for it to catch fire. It's not as if you got hurt or anything." He frowned, as if the thought of me hurt displeased him. Bullshit. The guy is a walking death trap for me.

"Anyways, you need to come here so I can help you down, or I'm just going to have to come and get you."

He ended up carrying me down the ladder.

"Put me down!" I said for the tenth time, and suddenly I was a heap on the ground outside our Humanities building. My butt hurt, and so did my ankle considering I landed on it. "What was that for?!"

He stared at me smirking, "You told me to put you down."

"I didn't say drop me!" I got up, dusting myself off. He just shrugged, put his hands in his pockets and left, whistling.

I picked up my shoe and aimed to throw it at him, but decided that he'd probably just steal it and I'd have to walk back to our dorm with a missing shoe. I lowered my hand, and decided I'd just glower at his back until he was out of sight.

The man was insufferable. I couldn't stand him, and I had no idea how I was going to survive the rest of this year.

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Hey my lovely readers, I dreamed about this kind of an idea, what do you think? There's a picture of Mark on the right, and I'll have one of Faye by the next chapter. I'm not sure if I'll continue it, so all feedback is welcome(: