The Story Of Hayden And Kaiden

-Chapter Four-

I overslept. Probably due to the fact that I had no alarm clock. Either way, I overslept big time. I woke up to the sound of my dad knocking sharply on my door.

‘Hayden, Hayden, Hayden honey I need to leave in fifteen minutes and if you’re not ready then you’ll have to walk!’

That woke me up straight away. School was a good half an hour walk away and I didn’t feel like walking that far in the morning at all.

I shot out of bed and raced for my wardrobe, tripping over my lamp on the way and knocking it to the ground. The lamp shade cracked and I swore under my breath before picking it up and chucking it back onto my bed. I made a mad rush to my wardrobe, pulling out my combat boots, my green jeans and my grey hoodie. I then ran out of the room, making a beeline to the linen closet and grabbing a towel before sprinting down the hallway to the bathroom.

I ran as fast as I could, my hand gripping the doorknob and turning it and before I realized that it was locked, my body smashed into it. I groaned and picked myself up off of the floor. I rolled my shoulders and brushed myself down before banging my fist on the door aggressively.

‘Hurry up in there you assho…’, I was about to bang my fist once more on the door when it opened and I was catapulted forward. My roommate stepped to the side just as I fell through the door, causing my body to come crashing down on the cold tiles. I groaned in pain for what seemed like the fifth time this morning and rolled over so that I was lying on my back with my arm stretched over my head so that I couldn’t see anything. I blinked a few times before opening my eyes. A large, masculine hand was outstretched to me, offering to help me up. I take it and he pulls me up, chuckling as he did.

‘He has a wonderful chuckle’, I thought to myself.

His hand was warm and engulfed mine completely.

‘Throwing yourself at me already?’, he said, his voice husky. My head shot up ready to assault him with a witty comeback but I was frozen when my eyes met his piercing green ones.

‘You, you, you…’, I muttered trying to comprehend what was happening. It was him. The guy from the prison. The delinquent that had been arrested for underage drinking and assauly.

 He just chuckled and looked me straight in the eye, a smirk making its way to his perfect face. He was even more attractive close up. His eyes were so intense that made you never want to look away and his jaw was so perfect. His hair was dripping wet, water droplets dripping off of strands and running down his body. I stared at one as it made its way over his body. It travelled down his neck. Even his neck was perfect. And then it went down his chest. No, don’t even get me started on his chest. He was so lean and muscular it made butterflies in my stomach. My eyes travel downwards, over his perfectly chiseled abs and lean hips, as the water droplet continued its descent. And I stopped when it reached the top of his towel. The towel that happened to be the only thing he was wearing. I cough and take a step back.

‘Oh praise the lord. You’ve finished eye-raping me. I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.’ he said, his voice full of amusement.

I stared at him for a moment longer, my facial expression changing from one of confusion to one of distress and then to one of anger.

‘Well if you had been a gentlemen and caught me then maybe we wouldn’t be in this position’, I argued, still annoyed that he’d stepped aside when I was falling.

‘Well if you had been a lady and not thrown yourself at me then I wouldn’t have had to catch you’, he argued, a smug expression taking over his face. I glared at him, looking him straight in the eye. He stared back at me, the smug expression still on his face. This continued for what seemed like hours, neither one of us willing to back down. To my complete and utter joy, it was him who looked away first after a loud bang occurred downstairs. He shouted something over his shoulder, down the stairs.

‘That’s okay David I’ll take her to school’, he said, his expression still smug.

‘You slimy son of a bi…’, I wasn’t afraid to finish that sentence but he cut me off, wagging his finger in front of my face and making a disapproving noise.

‘Now Hayden that’s no way to make your roommate feel welcome is it?’ he said superiorly, knowing that he’d won our exchange.

I stared at him, hatred clear in my face. My eyes throwing daggers at his perfectly chiseled face. I was brought out of my daze when he took a step backwards, turned around and started walking down the hallway. I watched as he left. My eyes glued to his extremely attractive back.

‘You’re violating my privacy again Hayden’ he called out in a sing song voice. I glared at his back once more, pretending to throw daggers at him.

‘Oh and Hayden?’ he said like he knew something I didn’t.

‘What?’ I said, annoyed.

‘If you’re not ready in ten minutes, you’re walking’, he stated and walked off, closing the door to our bedroom as he went.

‘That bastard’, I thought to myself angrily as I shut the door quickly and ran over to the shower, determined to be ready before he was.

I was in and out of the shower in no time and, before I knew it, I was dressed and ready to go. With one last swipe of mascara to my eyes, I made my way down the stairs, two at a time. I was confident that I was going to be there before him. I turned the corner into the kitchen and I was making my way over to the cereal bowls when a tapping sound began behind me.

I turned around quickly; almost getting whiplash, and when I saw who it was I mentally face-palmed myself. My roommate was leaning on the back of his sofa, his foot tapping impatiently on the floorboards and his eyes glancing down to his iPhone.

‘And she makes it… 12 minutes later’, he says, annoyance in his voice.

‘Bastard’ I say strongly, determined not to come across as weak.

He just looks me up and down in amusement before adding something else.

‘Hey we match… just like our names’

I look down at myself and then look at him. Sure enough, we’re both wearing combat boots, jeans and a hoodie. Damn, he pulled it off a lot better than I did. I narrowed my eyes at him before wondering what he meant about the second half of his sentence.

‘Wait. What even is your name?’ I interrogate.

‘And now she finally asks!’ he says, faking a sigh and clasping his hands in front of him like I’ve just made his day.

‘Well…’ I say, getting more and more annoyed as the moments tick by.

‘Kaiden, my name’s Kaiden’, he said before holding his hand up and crossing his fingers over one another.

‘You see we will be like this roomie’, he adds. I scowled at him. His personality couldn’t be any more different to his looks.

‘Ah and Hayden, I have a question for you…’

‘What?’ I snapped.

‘I can’t help but feel that you’ve played me’

‘Huh?’ I grunted, confused.

‘Well, after you threw yourself all over me, I went into your, no wait OUR bedroom and found that you spent the night with a lamp’, he said, a sorrowful look taking over his face.

‘You sick basta…’ I started before he cut me off.

‘I just don’t want to be your rebound Hayden. It makes me feel rejected’, he said, what’s beginning to become a trademark smirk taking over his face.

I took a few steps forward and punched him hard in the shoulder.