I won't fall for that

Chapter 2

Well here's chapter 2. I'm trying to grab a hold of the early state of their relationship, so don't expect the fluff to happen soon, but I assure you it'll happen.

Hope you guys liked it and as always comment and give me your suggestions.

I didn't have time to see if I had any mistakes so if I do I'll correct them later.

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Preview

"I figured you should be a little nicer with the person you'll be living with for the rest of the year, roomie."

I look at her, paralyzed, without knowing what I'm supposed to say while she smirks at me. Did she really just say roomie?

Fuck no.

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"What now? I promise I'll be the best roomie you'll ever have." – She says when she notices the grin on my face.

I can sense the sarcasm on her voice and I'm very aware of the smile on her face, and I just know this won't go well. I take two deep breaths and look at her.

"Well there's nothing I can do about it, so let's just head upstairs."

I start to pick up my stuff, only to realize I have way too many bags to carry on myself to the elevator and then to the bedroom but I'm way to proud to ask for help, especially from her. I start to pile everything up and try to drag it to the elevator. I should have known better because this was way to predictable. I stumble in my own feet and fall flat on the ground. All I can hear after this is Daly's laugh.

"Do you mind?" – I ask her, slightly pissed off because she hasn't asked if I need help when I clearly do.

"No, no, I really don't. I like the view from up here." – she says still laughing. People start walking around us and I really just want her to help so we can get off of this awkward situation.

"Camon Rachel please." – I say while looking at her.

"Well you're going to have to be more precise darling. Last time I tried to help you, you said you were more than capable of doing it yourself." – she says smiling from ear to ear, I can tell she's really enjoying this. I'll have my revenge later.

"Okay you win ... Can you please help me with my bags? And quick?" – I say with a fake smile.

"Of course, love. Always one to help a lady."

She gives me her hand and I take. I can feel how strong her hands are from the grip, they also feel rough and warm under my touch, what I would like to define as safe hands. I caught myself wishing I could hold them a little longer just to get a better hold of the feeling. I realize what I'm thinking and let go of her hand soon as I'm standing. She helps pick up my suitcases and bags and carries almost all of them to the elevator, leaving me with a bag and a suitcase.

I join her on the elevator and our bodies are almost pressed together because almost all the space is being occupied by my bags. I now realize that she's taller than me, not much, maybe an inch or two, but sense we're so close, I can see that her head is hovering over mine.

I look up to her eyes and I see that she's looking at me, smiling. I feel my body tense up a bit when I realize how close we are for the second time, I really just want to get out of this elevator her presence, closeness is suffocating me. I guess our room is on the last floor of the fucking building because this shit won't stop going up.