Dorming With Dyson(Coming Soon)

"Busted"

It's Thursday morning and as usual Dyson is taking his sweet time in the bathroom. Thankfully my professor emailed all of his students, including me that class was canceled for today. Something about a stomach bug.

But I still wanted to get in the bathroom before Dyson could. Today, Lisa and I are going shopping. - Lisa insisted. She's hoping to find a cute outfit for this frat party. Not that I care what I wear, but she insisted that I buy something for myself as well.

She asked me to invite my roommate but I told her that she had a early morning class to go too.

That should do it.

I decided to take the time and make my bed while the queen took her time in the bathroom. Yes. I am speaking of the one and only Dyson. As I finished making my bed I walked over to my dresser pulling out some ripped boyfriend jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt while grabbing my pale pink lacy bra and underwear as I was just throwing the items on the bed the bathroom door swung open a sway of fog coming out as Dyson stepped out with his usual white towel wrapped around his waist loosely.

He shook his head getting rid of some retained water which resulted in splashing me.

"Dyson!" I groaned.

He only chuckled in response as walked over to his wardrobe. He turned around and looked at me.

"Well aren't you going to go?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom making sure to lock the door securely. Dyson and I had this thing going on that every time one of us would come out of the shower one would go into the bathroom as the other stood out in the room getting ready. Usually I was the one in the bathroom while he got ready.

Then when it was my time he would already be gone, but this time it was different. As I stepped out of the bathroom in my towel hoping that no one was there I looked over and saw Dyson laying comfortably on his bed with something rather familiar tangled in his hands.

I walked over to my bed choosing to ignore him. As I'm looking for my underwear I hear Dyson say, "I didn't know you wore lace. You seem like a cotton type of girl.."

What!

I quickly turned around as I saw my pink lace undergarment being held by the monster himself. I screamed in annoyance and lunged for my underwear.

"What do you think you're doing?! You can't just touch my underwear! What is wrong with you!" I yelled as I started to hit him, he reluctantly let go and held his hands up in defense.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." He said but I didn't by in his apology for one bit. The little shit was smirking.

I snatched my underwear and rolled my eyes turning away from him.

"Go into the bathroom, you freak"

"No" was his simple answer.

I turned around raising my eyebrow at his refusing tone.

"Yes Dyson, we have a rule!"

He grumbled and got up and went into his room. Wait why was he refusing? I quickly got dressed and put on minimal makeup. Lisa texting me saying she was on her way to my dorm as I quickly told her not too and she could just wait for me by the park.

Just as I was about to leave the dorm I opened up the door and saw a female who looked hungover yet slightly tipsy, she was in a mini club dress which strains my mind since it's only Thursday.

People party hard out in college. I stood there with a puzzled look on my face as the female kept her head down.

"Um can I help you..?" I asked.

She looked up and mumbled something incoherent. I coughed trying to get her to speak up louder and she did not disappoint.

"Where is Dyson? An-an-anddd why are-are-are y-ouuu in hiss bed-bedroom?" She slurred.

I panicked oh god, she's going to think I slept with him.

"Are- you- h-iss ne-ww con-quest? Huh- bitch? Well newss f-f-flash I wi-ll a-a-always be th-ee love of hiss life!" She slurred once again raising her voice this time.

Getting fed up and impatient I was going to reply just as the bathroom door swung open and Dyson came running towards the door.

"I heard yelling what's goin'-..Melissa what are you doing here?" Dyson turned cold and he looked rather stressed he stepped backward as Melissa stepped forward.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. I took it as my cue to go as his voice startled me from moving.

"Where are you going?" I was surprised with the question where was this coming from? He was not my boyfriend. And certainly not a friend. Just a roommate I'm unfortunately stuck with.

"None of your business. Good bye Dyson." Why was I being so harsh on him? Was it because of Melissa?

No it couldn't be. I don't know Dyson. I could careless about what he does.

Right?

**

Two and a half hours later and I'm currently standing in a dressing room with Lisa trying out a bunch of different outfits at a downtown boutique. Which the dresses seemed way out of my league.

So I went for a black jumper and nude Mary Jane boots. I felt like it was too much. But of course Lisa insisted. She said frat parties were the college version of red carpet events. Which I highly doubt that is true.

As I finished paying and we walked out of the boutique out into the busy streets of downtown New York. Lisa was the first one to talk.

"So how's your roommate?" She asked.

"She's cool, I mean really arrogant..and cocky.." I reply without thinking.

"Oh, what's her name? Maybe I know her"

Oh no. What do I say?

"Ni-"

"Cut it Marci, I know who your roommate is. You don't have to hide it."

No. She doesn't. How?

"What a-re you talking about?" It was then I noticed we stopped walking. She stared at me with a smirk planted on her face.

"You dorm with the deans son, Dyson."

Oh my lord.