Love With a Bite.

It was a regular summer afternoon. Or so I thought. My name is Allison and I've been living in this apartment room alone for a year until now. I just got word form the manager that I am now sharing a room with..Stiles Stilinski. Only the most mysterious, dazzling, and dangerous boy on earth. This summer is going to be full of new surprises.

"I think I'm going to die of boredom," I said when I was sitting there, staring into space. I decided to get up and open my door..wrong thing to do.

Standing there, tall and handsome, was Stiles. His piercing brown eyes looking into mine. I backed away and looked at him stunned.

"Stiles," he said, his voice like velvet "My name is Stiles Stilinski..I'm guessing your Allison?"

"Y-yea," after I realized what I just said I felt like a retard.

"Very nice to meet you, Allison," he said as he smiled. He was in fact very mysterious, his big brown eyes so intense..it makes you stand still. Freeze.

"You too," I said not thinking about what I was saying "so, your my new roommate, huh?"

"Guess so," he chuckled ever so slightly and I was so dazzled I couldn't speak. After a few seconds, I realized I was standing there staring at him like some sort of mentally ill person in need of medical attention.

"So.." He said quietly and softly as he looked down.

"Uh, come on in," I stood behind the door and let him in.

"It's a nice place," he said looking around "better than I ever had." I instantly felt bad for him for, this is not a great room..nor is it a good building. It has a few broken windows, the rest are worn down, once broken doors, and small places. The only good thing about this place was the price, but I nodded in agreement anyways. I didn't feel like arguing.

"So," he said as he walked into the cramped living room "how old are you?" I looked at him and answered "eighteen," I said truthfully "how old are you?"

All he did was look down . He totally ignored the question, and that made me curious and suspicious.

"How long have you been here?" He seemed to ask this question in a nervous, or more irritated tone than last time. A small rush of fear, not much, rushed through me and made me shiver slightly as the words came out of his mouth.

"A year," I answered his question with slight hesitation and he continued to look around. I pointed him to his, decent sized, room. "There's your room."

"Thanks," he said annoyed. He really was mysterious..I had multiple questions spinning around in my head but I was afraid of making him angry or irritated. Too late for worrying.

He walked into his room and unpacked quickly, almost..too..quickly and sat down on his bed. I walked in and he looked at me and then back out the window.

"So, is there anything you need?" I asked him in a friendly tone, trying to make him feel welcome and at home.

"No, thanks," he looked at me with almost kind eyes.

I froze in that spot when his brown eyes met mine. It was as if I could see into a spiral of hurt, loss, live, and emotions I can't even explain. It sent my mind spinning and I couldn't think straight. I stared into his beautiful eyes and I was dazzled. He stared back, as if knowing what he was doing. As if he were doing this on purpose. As I looked at him, I examined his other perfect features.

He had short-ish hair that only went up above his head a few centimeters, a perfect chiseled chin, perfectly straight teeth, brown, silky hair, olive skin, and a square shaped jaw line. Everything about him was perfect. When I looked into his eyes, time froze and the world stopped moving. It was just me and him..alone.