Dorming With Dyson(Coming Soon)

"Caught Naked"

"W-hat?" I stuttered out rather surprised.

Why would Mr. Vanderhill dorm us together? Wasn't that against the schools rules? Weren't there any other rooms? I mean this school was pretty big.

The sound of Dyson slamming his fist down on his fathers desk startled me out of my thoughts.

"Dad!" He yelled.

His father on the other hand showed no emotion to Dyson's sudden outburst. It's like he knew his son would react the way he did. He crossed his arms across his chest and let out a frustrated sigh. I couldn't help but noticed how Mr. Vanderhill and his son shared a lot of the same characteristics, although Dyson had gorgeous crystal blue eyes oppose to his father who had big chocolate brown ones.

I suppose Dyson got his eyes from his mother. "Are there any other rooms available?" I asked softly. Mr. Vanderhill shook his head and began to speak. "With all the new students arriving here like yourself, I'm afraid not. I understand this isn't the best way to start off your year here at Columbia University. I will try my best to fix it as soon as possible but as of right now, thee is nothing I can do." his face expression was genuine telling me that he was truly sorry.

He looked over to his son who was glaring at me but I payed no mind. "But, with that being said I only hope that you - will take this situation and handle it in a mature manner. Am I clear?"

He asked in a rough manner still using his inside voice, Dyson didn't answer and kept his gaze elsewhere. His father let out a frustrated groan once again. "Am I clear, Dyson?! " he practically screamed. Growing impatient at his sons lack of communication.

Dyson slowly nodded keeping his face hard, no emotion evident on his face. He walked out making sure to slam the door for some type of 'effect' , once he was out I took that as my cue to go as his father gave me my dorm keys and other paper work. But before I could leave Mr. Vanderhill spoke, "Good luck Marcia, I'll try my best to get you a better roommate" I smiled softly and thanked him before stepping out and walking away finding my dorm.

**

I opened the door my dorm and inhaled as I walked inside. The room was pretty was actually pretty big considering that it was only really made for two people. The cream colored walls and the brown wood furniture made the room look unpolished and suddenly a rush of sadness shot through me. I also noticed that neither side of the rooms were filled with bags which meant my 'roommate' still hadn't arrived. Which also meant I could pick which side of the room was mine, I looked over to the right and the door that what I supposed was the bathroom was behind it.

I mentally said no to that side, so I made my way over to left side. Unpacking and putting things away in drawers and setting the comforter on my new bed. - After about 35 minutes of unpacking I decided it would be nice to hop into the shower and relax a bit. Grabbing my towel I made my way over to the bathroom, I closed the door and turned the shower on. I discharged my clothes and hoped in. I showered until I felt squeaky clean stepping out and cleaning the steam off of the window I wrapped my towel around my body and grabbed my clothes and walked out.

I put my dirty clothing into the hamper and hanged my towel on my bed post. I grabbed some fresh underwear and a clean bra. Nothing too fancy. I put them on as soon as the door was forcefully opened. I turned around slowly as I noticed about 3 guys. One of them being. Dyson.

They all stood there staring at me with their mouths open well except for Dyson. He looked angry. His friends though shamelessly checked me out, while I stood there unable to move. I scratched the back of my neck. Feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Would it kill you to put some clothes on?" Dyson said.

I was going to, before you barged in here like a mad man! I thought.

"Na-uh bro, she looks hot without them" Dyson's friend who was standing next to him holding a basketball said. I crimsoned, at his choice of words. While he just smirked at me. He was handsome. But this was clearly not the time to think about his looks.

Dyson hit his friend in the gut as he groaned. His other friend who was standing on his right just kept staring at me. Dyson sighed and ushered his friends out the door.

"Alright stop gawking at my roommate and go beat your meat in your dorm" he said playfully.

As his friend the one who called me hot, said "I'd rather her do it for me!" He yelled as he was pushed out the door. I blushed once again. Once they were out the room I turned around and quickly pulled on the quickest things I could find which was a pair of jean shorts and a white v-neck. I heard the door being opened once again and closed. I turned slightly and noticed Dyson looking at me. "Oh, so now you get dressed?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and turned around. "I was - I couldn't move!" I replied slightly embarrassed.

He just sighed and laid on his unmade bed. I decided to ask him where his stuff was although it wasn't my business. "Moving van is coming tomorrow morning, so please make sure you have clothing on. I don't need any other me-" he stopped talking looked at me. "Never mind, just make sure you have clothes on"

"Got it, anything else boss?" I asked him sarcastically. He glared at me and got up, "Whatever, I'm leaving." And that was it before he walked out.

My roommate is a douchebag. I lay down on my bed, and decide to call my mom. I dial up her number and it rings a few times before I hear my mothers angelic voice. "Hey honey!! How is it? Did you make any friends? How's your roommate? Are you-" I cut her off. "Mom!" I laughed.

"I'm fine, everything is okay. I'm alive!" I tell her, and we speak for another 20 min as I ask her how's everyone at home including my father. While she asks me about my time here. I decide not to tell her about my 'roommate' because as a mother she would freak out and tell my dad who would only come down here with his shotgun.

***

Dyson Vanderhill

Stupid. Stupid. Girl.

When I walked in on Marcia only in her underwear a sudden feeling of anger burst out within me. It only got worse when Chad made a sly comment after I had told her to put some clothes on. No. The worst part about it all, she just stood there. It was like she was completely unaware of the fact that she was standing there in her underwear on in front of my friends and I.

That put the icing on everything, my father is truly an idiot. Why would he dorm me with a female? Knowing tha-

"Dyson Baby!" Melissa high pitched voice cut my thoughts loose. I groaned as I heard her call my name. We've been going out since junior year In high school. We've been through a lot these past years together. I can't say that things are still the same as when we first met. The love connection isn't there anymore.

She stumbled towards me and smiled, "Hey Mel" I replied. She leaned in a kissed me. I found it hard to kiss back only because the kiss was sloppy and a mess. I could taste vodka from her lips. - And, that was another thing. Melissa has become a raging alcoholic. Ever since her mother died last year she's been doing nothing but drinking. I still don't know how she manages to keep her grades up here. I mean if my father found out she would be out of here in a millisecond. I guess you could say I'm with her, cause I feel bad for her. She has nobody.

All these thoughts roam my mind, as her lips are still planted against mine. She pulls away and places her hands on either sides of my cheeks. "What's wrong Dyson?" She slurs. I pull her hands away from my cheeks, and walk away. I wasn't in the mood for her drunken antics, I'm over being the one to pick up the pieces when she is broken. She is a grown women.

As I walk to the campus park and sit on one of the benches I start to think about Marcia. God, she looked so good in her plain white cotton underwear and black bra, - it wasn't ideal but I've never seen nothing more beautiful. I think back to what Chad had said about her and clench my fist, - wait.

Why was I getting angry? She wasn't mine. She could do whatever she wants.

Right?