Stranger's desire

Chapter 3: If peaches were black and oozing with mold

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Elle's POV:

"I'm taking her" I recognised Kendall's voice.

My vision was still dark and I didn't bother to pry my tired eyes open, yet I could make out 2 argumentative voices, their loud tones sending a larger pound to my already sore head.

"Like hell you are she's coming with me" a foreign yet exciting voice yelled back.

"She needs to go to the hospital and she's my responsibility" he said it like it was a chore and I could tell he was already growing tired of me.

"Are you an idiot, do you know nothing about first aid, all she needs is to rest, I'll take her back to my dorm" the thought seemed to send shivers down my spine and I found myself wanting Kendall to let me go.

"What so you can take advantage of her?"

"So I can help her" I could feel the anger pulsing out of them before they continued reasoning with Kendall.

"I'm not letting her wake up in some weird hospital bed or god know where you'll be sending her, I'll take her back to my dorm and call you when she wakes up." excitement bubbled inside me at both his concern and authority. If I was in my right mind I might've felt guilty.

I heard a sigh, which I assumed was Kendall giving up in the fight already.

"Whatever just.... tell her to call me or something I don't know." If my heart could sink any lower it would, he had such a large affect on me but in a sort of compulsory way, as though my feelings for him were a necessity not a desire.

But the other person, I didn't know their name nor did I know what they looked like. Come to think of it I knew exactly nothing except for their voice, their husky, low and beautiful voice. The way they spoke sent tingles all through my bones and I couldn't help but love the feeling.

Maybe it was just the bump on the head or maybe I was imagining it but I knew I would regret it all once I woke up fully.

Before I knew it I felt arms under the back of my legs and arms, feeling myself being lifted into the air I kept my eyes firmly shut and reminisced in the warm feeling I got from being so close to him, whoever they were.

The next thing I knew I had fallen asleep once again and waking up was no picnic. The sun shining through the window was the first thing to come to my attention. The streaks reaching right in the middle of my face added to the throbbing pain in my brain. I felt as though it might explode, and with all the added emotional drama I couldn't help but almost believe it would.

Yawning, I could hear the sound of the bathroom shower, assuming it was my roommate, I pushed the covers off of my body and placed my feet on the ground, gasping when my feet didn't make contact with my rug like usual. Looking down I realised it wasn't there. I paused, slowly tilting my head upward and taking in my surroundings.

The room contained a small desk, a washstand, a bureau--without any mirror and a small table, there were no drapery curtains at the luxurious windows and no pictures on the walls. Overall it was a nice room, whoever lived here was obviously rich.

But it wasn't me who lived here, this wasn't my room, panicking I sped towards the door, slowly edging my hand toward the knob my eyes widened as I heard the shower turn off. Freaking out I sped up my escape, twisting and pulling as fast as I could, trying not to make a sound as I slipped out the door.

Relief shuddered through me as I managed to get out soundlessly, although that relief was short lived as I looked down realising I was bare foot and wearing what seemed to be men's clothing by the way it so loosely hung off of my body.

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After somehow finding my way out of the building and facing many awkward encounters with other students in the halls I found myself back in my own dorm. Locking my door and resting my head on the back of it made me comfortable in a sort of way, as though my sense of security had come back, and yet I still felt this wrong feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I shouldn't of left.

Part of me wishes I would've waited to see who was in that shower, but in the rush to get out I'd forgotten where I'd come from, my questions remaining unanswered, for now.

Being so caught up in the drama the whole ordeal yesterday, the one that completely changed my life set seemed to have somehow slipped my mind. Thinking back to it any sense of relief was quick overridden my the giant pit forming in my stomach. Not only had I been rejected in a way, hit my head, being taken home by a stranger and faced many embarrassing and unexplainable greetings in the halls this morning, my life was feeling just peachy, that's if peaches were black and oozing with mold.

"Well what do we have here" smirked the familiar girl standing in front of me cockily.

"Just leave me alone"

"Aha no way, you've always hassled me about one night stands it's time for me to return the favour." She laughed

I swear I felt my eyes pop out of their sockets, and the disgust seeped in, I was practically naked under the baggy shirt and.. boxers? That were draped across my small frame, thinking back to last night I couldn't remember a thing.

Did I have a one night stand? But I was completely out of it, no way anyone would take advantage of me. Wait, does that count as rape? Oh my god. No I can't go round accusing people right now before I even know what the hell happened.

Wait she thinks I had a one night stand?!

"Wait no!" I looked up to her smirking figure in the bathroom doorway.

"It wasn't like that, it was.. well I'm not sure"

"Hmmm so you can't even remember, how much did you even drink?
Do you at least remember if he was any good?
Who even was it?
Oh my god don't tell me it was Matty Fisher" her laughter boomed out into the dorm.

"Oh god" I face palmed, not wanting to deal with my annoying roommate.

"IT WAS?!" She looked utterly shocked.

"What! No!" I assured her

"Then who?" She seemed more intrigued now than ever.

"Well....im not entirely sure?" I sort of questioned, awaiting her answer.

"So it could have been Matty?"

"As if" I gruffly replied before forcing myself up form my sitting position.

"I bet he would love that you know, he's been completely obsessed with you since you got here" she winked

"I'm well aware Mars" trying to sound as uninterested in the conversation as possible, which I was.

"Okay grumpy pants I'm off to class, and even though you're gonna be too late to be fashionably late, I suggest you shower, you reek." She explained without any remorse.

After she left, walking swiftly out the door, leaving me to smell myself and cower back at the grossness of my own body, I walked to the bathroom to have a shower, thinking of stopping for breakfast on the way to class, if I was gonna be late I might as well be really late and get a donut to cure my sour mood.