One of the Guys. [ON HOLD]

Meeting the Guys

|Chapter Eight: Meeting the Guys.|

Olivia.

Olivia’s heart pounded against her chest. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. If she thought that meeting Landyn was nerve-wracking, she was terribly wrong. She thought for sure that he would wait a good couple of days—or even weeks to have her meet his friends. That is if they had even become friendly with one another.

She was surprised to find that Landyn was so friendly with her and not as scary as everyone had made him out to be. Then again…it could all be a front, and if it was he was going to use the element of surprise on his side to try and get her to move out. In that case she was going to keep her guard up around him.

She and Landyn walked down the hall together in silence, but she couldn’t help but notice how he kept glancing at her as they did. She glanced at him in return and when their eyes locked he looked away as fast as possible. Olivia’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. What was he looking at? Was he even more suspicious of her as she was of him?

Landyn stopped in front of room517. It had the same copper colored numbers nailed to the door as every other one did. Landyn hadn’t even bothered to knock; he pushed the door open and sauntered in like he owned the place.

“Amigos I have arrived!” He said with his arms spread out and a wide boyish grin on his face.

Olivia stared, momentarily dazed. Could his looks be any more perfect?

Landyn slammed his hand into Olivia’s back. She snapped out of her daze and stumbled forward in surprise. “Boys this is my new roommate Oli.”

Four pairs of eyes turned to look at her. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. She knew that attractive people tended to congregate together, but this level of…physical attractiveness was too much. Every boy sitting in the room was very attractive—and tall from what she noticed of all of their long legs. However—she looked up toward Landyn—he was still the best looking out of all of them.

One with floppy black hair and spacers in his ears spoke up first. “Oli? What type of name is that? Is it short for something?”

Olivia cleared her throat. “It’s short for Oliver.”

The black haired boy let out a small chuckle. “Short name for a short dude.”

“Walker, be nice to the kid. We wouldn’t want to scare him off.” One with wavy light brown hair and glasses said as a smirk slipped onto his face.

Landyn stepped out from behind Olivia and walked further into the room. Olivia closed the door behind her and took a few timid steps forward. Landyn plopped himself on the beanbag chair on the floor closest to the television. Olivia’s feet shuffled forward, uncertain of where she should sit or even if she was welcome to sit. She was penetrating their territory; she didn’t want to act as if she belonged already.

Olivia took a cautious seat on the floor and looked at every boys’ face in a fleeting passing. As she glanced at each of their faces she noticed that they were all staring right at her in curiosity.

Walker was the first to make a move. He stood from the couch and edged closer to her until he was right in front of her. He crouched in front of her and grasped her chin between his forefinger and thumb. He twisted her head this way and that as he scanned her face curiously. “You look freakishly feminine.”

Olivia blinked in surprise for lack of anything better to say or do. She swallowed and finally found her voice. “Thanks...I think.”

Walker shook his head. “No, it wasn’t a compliment.”