Chapter 3

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As soon as I walked into my dorm room, I locked the door, before grabbing my shampoo and conditioner out of my bag, as well as my shower gel and razor, and walking into the bathroom.

I looked to see there were fresh towels hung up, and the bathroom was pretty nice.

Not bad, not bad at all.

 I stripped off my clothes, before turning the shower on and climbing in.

I did my hair, and had a wash, I even shaved my legs.

This boy better consider himself lucky.

After I got out of the shower, I grabbed my towels off the hook, tying one around my body and the other around my head. I then grabbed my clothes, before walking back into my room.

I shoved my clothes into my bag…

I’m a scruff, I know… but I don’t want to leave them lay around the floor.

I then grabbed some clean underwear and clothes out of my bag… a simple white vest top and a pair of black leggings. As well as this, I pulled out my hair brush, hair drier, straighteners and make up out of my bag, before I carrying my bags over to my closet, pushing them in. I put all of my bags in, before closing my closet door.

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Over an hour later.

I looked at the clock… it was almost half past 5 o clock.

Damn, time has gone fast.

I was already pretty much ready, all I needed to do was make my bed and straighten my hair.

There was then a knock on the door.

“Hello?” I shouted.

“Campus police, open up” the voice replied.

Taylor.

“Fuck off Taylor” I shouted, plugging my straighteners in. “Let me in bitch” he shouted. I rolled my eyes, before walking over to the door, unlocking it. I barely had time to move away from the door before it swung open, almost knocking me out. “Fucking hell Taylor” I said, trying to catch my breath after he’d just scared the shit out of me.

“I know, I look hot, take a few deep breaths and you’ll be fine” he smirked.

I then realised he wasn’t even wearing a shirt.

Damn, he’s attractive.

“Forget something?” I asked… “Like what?” he asked, walking over to my bed and slumping down…

“Oh I don’t know, a shirt maybe?” I laughed, walking over to my mirror and sitting in front of it, I could see him lay looking at himself too, re-arranging his hair, and adjusting his bandana.

What a poser.

“Like you wouldn’t rather see me shirtless” he teased. I looked to see he was smirking, “That’s true” I smiled flirtatiously. I saw him rest his head on his hand and laugh, before looking back up at me.

All the way through doing my hair, all I could see him staring at me intently.

Feeling sort of awkward, I spoke up to break the silence…

“Instead of staring at me, why don’t you make yourself useful and make my bed for me” I smiled at him. He raised an eyebrow at me, “Say what?” he asked. I rolled my eyes, “Make my fucking bed bitch” I said, he laughed, before climbing off the bed. “Where are the sheets?” he asked. “In my closest, black bag” I replied. He nodded, before walking into my closet.

A while later, he walked out holding the sheets.

As if he’s actually doing what I told him?

I decided this was too good to be true, and when he started putting the sheets on, I quickly snapped a picture of him on my iPhone.

CLICK!

Shit, the sound was on. He looked up… “Did you just take a picture of me?” he asked.

Shit shit SHIT.

“Obviously not, I was taking a selfie” I smiled sarcastically, before switching my straighteners off and unplugging them, leaving them on the cooling matt behind the mirror. I then pushed myself up, to see that he had already made my bed.

Wow, I’m impressed.

“Wow, you actually did it” I said sarcastically. “You see, I’m not just a pretty face” he smirked, winking at me afterwards.

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever” I mumbled.

“Will you stop rolling your eyes?” he snarled.

Woah, hold up…

“Make me” I said, crossing my arms acting tough… “I literally will” he smirked, walking over to me, standing directly in front of me. I pushed him away, “Alright, I get the point, stay away” I warned.

He laughed, walking over to the bag that he brought in, pulling out his laptop.

He then sat on my bed, opening his laptop and logging it on.

“Right, so what do you want to watch? Nightmare on Elm Street, Saw 5, The Conjuring or Incidious?” he asked. I sighed, turning the light off, locking my door, closing the curtains and then walking over to my bed and sitting next to him. “Whatever, I don’t mind” I replied. He clicked onto the conjuring, as I got myself comfy.

As the film finished, I realised that I’d obviously fallen asleep because I could only actually remember seeing the first 10 minutes. I blinked my eyes, before I felt that someone was holding me.

I looked to see that I was lay in Taylors arms, he had one arm resting around my waist, the other arm around my shoulder and playing with my hair…

I turned my head, to see him staring into space, not even realising that I was awake.

I didn’t even feel weird that I was being cuddled by a boy I’d only just met…

I don’t know why, but I kind of liked it.

I reached my hand down, holding his hand and entwining my fingers with his…

He looked at me, and not saying anything, he just smiled…

“You fell asleep” he said softly.

I laughed, at the obvious statement he had just made…

“Really? I hadn’t noticed” I joked.

 He laughed gently.

I still don’t know how I ended up in his arms, but not wanting to asked, I just went with it.

I kissed his cheek, “Night Taylor” I said, resting my head on his chest…

“Night Soph” he replied… and not longer, I was asleep…

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