Country Love and Then Some

Chapter 2

As I continued to scream like a maniac, a hand suddenly covered my mouth. My eyes widened in astonishment, and I did the only thing I deemed appropriate for the occasion. I kneed the perpetrator where I knew it would hurt.

“Ow! What the hell? You, you--” the mystery guy wheezed, falling to the floor and curling up in a little ball.

“Don’t even think about calling me that.” I interrupted. How dare he try to call me a b****! “You were the one who entered my room, uninvited, and then touched me. What did you expect?” I shrugged and rearranged my towel. “Who the hell are you anyways?”

“I,” he squeaked, then cleared his throat. “Ahem. I’m Colter, and what’s your problem? I simply tried to shut you up because you were screaming like a witch and the Dean is going to come up here and get us both in trouble if you didn’t stop! It wasn't necessary to make so much noise!” He glared at me and got up from the floor, limping a bit.

I tried to stifle a laugh, but failed. If it wasn’t for the towel around me I would have rolled on the floor laughing.

“You think this is funny?” he fumed, his face turning red from anger.

“Well yes, yes I do.” I wiped away a few stray tears. Man this was so cheering me up. Poor idiotic bastard. But a cute one at that.

“Ok, Colter, I would love to continue arguing over nothing and causing you bodily harm, but care to explain why in the world you’re in my dorm room in the first place?” It was a little weird to come out from a shower and have a  complete stranger freaking the pee out of me.

“If you must know, I was looking for my sister. She said this was her dorm number, and asked me to meet her here at 5. And voila, here I am. Excuse me, (he said this using air quotes--bastard), to have surprised you or whatever, but it was unintentionally done.”

"What? Still, who goes into a room uninvited? Jeez I'm starting to think you are a creeper or possible pedophile." I laughed at the horrrified expression he gave me. Poor fool, such a gullible boy he is.

“No! I knocked but the door was open so I let myself in. I figured my sister was already here.” He was exasperated, and freaking out a bit that I thought he was a perve. Serves him right for scaring me.

"Sure, that's what they all say." I smirked, and eased the tension as Colter realized I was teasing him. He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. He suddenly put on a mischevious smile, all the while looking me up and down.

"What are you looking at perve?" The audacity of the man! Checking me out while I was watching him! Oh no no no, that is not how I roll.

“Well," he responded, I was just wondering, do you plan on getting changed? I mean, I’m not complaining, I like the view and all, but it is getting a little hot in here.” He smirked at me and winked, making my breath hitch.

I took a moment to check him out. This guy was certainly handsome. He looked to be a couple years older than me, and was pretty tall, around 6 feet or so. He had a broad chest and shoulders, and his arms were nicely tanned like if he worked outside a lot. I was gonna have to investigate the issue. His eyes were a beautiful light blue, and they had specks of honey in them. Freckles scattered his nose, probably due to being in the sun, and his dirty blonde hair was a mess under his John Deere hat. I could totally tell he was a country boy, which usually was not my type, but I was definitely starting to reconsider.

I’m sure his little comment about my attire was meant to uncomfort me, and maybe to also get back at me for insinuating his being a pedophile, but he had no idea who he was messing with. I looked over his shoulder at the clock and noticed it was just 6:30. Eh, I think I’m gonna play a little with him.  I still have plenty of time before dinner to have some fun.

“Oh, so you want me to change?”, I asked, as I stepped a little closer, and when I reached him, I stretched out my arm and trailed my fingers down his chest. (Which by the way was hard as a rock!) I saw his eyes widen and turn a slightly darker blue.

“Well, I guess I can change." I sighed and looked down at my towel. Then, I looked up through my eyelashes. "Did you wanna help?” I hid my smile as best as I could when I saw him gulp. He seemed frozen, looking down at me and then suddenly snapped out of it.

“Um no thanks,” he said and quickly moved away. “If you see my sister, tell her I came by to see her.” With that he quickly ran out of the room, just about crashing into the wall on his way out.

Once the coast was clear I fell onto my bed, letting out all my laughter. I think ten minutes had past when I finally heard someone clear their throat.

“Um, could I ask who you are and why you're lying on my bed laughing like a madwoman?” I sat up and saw a pretty blonde with familiar blue eyes.

"Do I know you?" I asked. I could of sworn I had seen her before.

"I sure as hell don't know who you are," she spat out, "and I honestly I do not care. Could you just remove yourself from my bed?" She gave me a death glare, and then my idioticly slowself put two plus two together.

“Oh, hi you must be my roommate!” Colter had mentioned it was his sister's room, and she did look a lot like him. She was an extremely beautiful girl, with long flowy blonde hair, almost as tall as her brother. However, her gaze was much more different, her eyes more cold.

She looked at me with disdain and sighed, turning away. “Whatever. Just get off my bed will you?” With that she threw her purse on the bed, narrowly dodging my head, and walked to the bathroom, slamming the door. Darn! Did I have to get Ms. B****zilla as my roommate?

Oh well, at least I had some fun tormenting the poor guy earlier. Theresa was so gonna have a kick out of my story later!

I quickly dried my hair and got changed, and as I finished the last touches on my makeup Ms. B****zilla came out of the bathroom, looking grumpier than ever. She went and stood in front of me and again cleared her throat. Did she have phlegm or something? Or did she actually think she sounded cool doing that? Jeez!

“Ok,” she paused looking me up and down, “here are the rules. No touching my stuff, which includes my bed. No eating allowed when I am in the room, unless, of course it is me eating. The sound of chewing drives me crazy. Moving on,  the bathroom is mine from 7 to 8 in the morning. So if you need to use it, use it before. And last but not least, don’t talk unless you have been asked something. Understood?”

I was rendered speechless, and just stood there like an idiot, with my mouth wide open like a fish. Then I burst out laughing, again.

“Wow, am I being punked? Ashton! You can come out now!“ When dissapointingly no one came out from the closet, I turned back to Blondie. “I guess he isn't here. But I have to say Blondie, I almost believed you there for a second! You are just as hilarious as your brother!”

She narrowed her eyes at me, shooting me daggers as she stepped closer.

“First of all,” she said in a condescending tone, “yes I am serious. Does it look like I am joking? Secondly, do not call me blondie, don’t even speak to me without being acknowledged! I thought we just went over this. And thirdly, how the hell do you know my brother?” She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer.

“Hmm,” I said, tapping a finger on my chin. “I have no obligation to answer, but I shall humor you for the time being. First of all,” I said mockingly, copying her earlier tone perfectly, “I take orders from no one. Seeing as how this is both of ours’ room, we will share everything, which includes the bathroom. First come first serve. Secondly, I will do what I want, when I want, and how I want in this room. Capisce?  And thirdly, I had the pleasure of meeting your brother earlier, right after I got out of the shower. Charming young man he is. So, Blondie,” I said with extra emphasis, “does that answer satisfy you?

“Look b****, I think you don’t know who you are messing with. But if you want to play with fire, then go straight ahead. I will warn you though. Stay away from my brother. You got that?” She fumed, her eyes turning a blazing blue with anger.

I laughed. “Wow, seriously? I don’t think Colter needs a watchdog, but ah well. You have no reason to worry, I'm not interested. However, like I said before, don’t order me around. No one tells me what to do. You got that Blondie?” I snickered, enjoying the exasperated look she gave. She screamed then turned on her heel and quickly walked away, slamming the door on her way out.

I was a bit curious as to why she practically banned me from talking to Colter, but in the end shrugged it off.  I had more important matters on hand, primarily, dinner with Theresa. I was gonna be late!

I grabbed my bag and sprinted towards the mess hall, ready to grab a bite to eat and fill in Theresa on what she had missed.

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There is the next chapter! It was longer on Word. :/

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 I reread and edited, but seeing as how I am not the best writer in the world and this is practically my first story, I hope you will excuse the grammatical errors! I appreciate your feedback though.

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