Cold

Chapter 1

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  Chapter 1

            I tried to balance the coffee in between my legs. It doesn’t smell as appealing as I had expected, but the caffeine works quite effectively. I sniff my shirt and tried to hold in the barf into myself. I smell unpleasant, hell I’m sure my entire appearance is unpleasant. I haven’t showered in days since I ran away from home like a coward I am. There are only one blue suitcase and a couple cash as my companion. I tossed my phone at the nearest dumpster, I left my ATM card home; anything retraceable are left behind. I hope the message is clear for both of my parents. I want to be alone and away from everyone I know.

            Well, not everyone. I have found a roommate in London who is renting out in a suitable price, they could be a dude or a woman; I don’t really care. As long as I have a roof above me and food for my hungry stomach, I’m fine. I even found myself a job a few blocks away from the flat, as a table waiter. It pays well and the tips are generous. See, I have nothing to complain.

            The train hit a bump causing my coffee to jolt and spilled, I hissed as it made contact with my stockings. I can feel the hot liquid streaming down my legs. Good God, it’s burning and I just bought this stocking yesterday! I take back my words, now I have every right to complain. I muttered a few cursed words, causing the lady beside me to scrunch her nose in a very unattractive manner.

            Fifteen or so minutes later, the train came to a halt. I jumped off the train immediately, pulling my blue suitcase with me. With a huge London map on my hand, I walk towards the exit completely unaware of my surrounding. That is until, I bumped into something and a hot liquid is pour onto my winter coat.

            I groaned, what is up with me and hot liquid today.

            I look down and found my red winter coat now stain with what looks like a coffee. Now, I officially despise coffee. Mother would have given me a disapproving look when she sees me like this. Why am I thinking about home when I’m supposed to be running away!

            “Watch where you’re going!” the deep voice called out.

            I raised my chin high and glared at him, “Well, you should be the one watching!”

            The stranger looked taken aback, he has a pair of shades on like a celebrity he is, and an expensive winter coat that is also stain with coffee. But judging by the bulge under that coat, he has one hell of a body. I would have called him attractive if he hadn’t opened his big mouth.

            “Well, news flash missy, you are reading something and you bumped into me. So. Watch. It.” He said through his gritted teeth and walk away after. I huffed, so much for being a gentleman. I snorted, gentleman my ass.

            Rude Londoners!

            I hailed a cab and gave him the address to my new apartment. As the taxi drove by, I glanced at the window; enjoying the view. I could see the famous Big Ben standing tall and proud, the enormous London Eye; London look better than I have ever imagined! I could see the big Red Bus, like the one from One Direction music video. Hey, maybe I could meet them here! And then maybe we could skip town together and fell in love. I mentally scolded myself for my wild and stupid imagination. Of course they would run away the first thing they see me; I smell like cow dung and I haven’t showered in days!

            The taxi came to a halt I paid for the fee and walk into the apartment building.

            I look like a complete outcast here. The apartment building is lavish and posh. They even have doormen to open the doors for them! The receptionists are busy painting their nails instead of doing their job; they look way better than I do. I went into the elevator and press floor 36, the very last floor.

            I have never met the owner before, we have exchanged emails; explaining the details and the direction of the apartment and when I’m scheduled to move in. it turns out that their previous roommate was kicked out for a reason – they wouldn’t tell – and that there is one vacant room. Apparently he mentioned that it felt weird to leave it empty so he decided to rent it out.

            The elevator ding, and soon the door open. What greeted me made me gasp. Instead of greeted by hallway like I’ve expected, a bunch of couches and a huge plasma TV are the first thing I see. This doesn’t look like any normal apartment; no, this is a penthouse. My parents have one like this New York they often bring me there when they are on a business trip. I know one when I see one.

            “Hello?” I called out cautiously.

            I heard the sound of door opening before it is slam shut, causing me to flinch. I’m going to have a hard time staying here, though the apartment is more than anything I’ve imagined. I have a few images of what my new apartment is like, those included messy looking apartment with chip bags lying on the floor and there might be rats and my roommate might be a prostitute; but nothing like this. Sure the apartment is messy with clothes draping over the sofa and remote control tossed onto the floor but this is way cleaner than my imagination.

            A guy without shirt emerged from what looks like a kitchen. He is rubbing his eyes and his hair blonde hair looks disheveled. I’m assuming he has just woken up.

            “Who are you?” he demanded rudely, before yawning.

            And here I thought London is full of well-mannered and attractive guys. Though, this one and the one from the train station is more than attractive. But their attitude is super rude!

            “I’m Rachel Boulevard, I am probably your roommate, but you’re rude yet you are hot.” I giggled, and then sigh dreamily.

            He looked taken aback, “Are you drunk? And we do not expect any…” he trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows. “Lucca! Come down here this instant!” he called out.

            I heard a few rummaging noises another door slamming and a shirtless guy appear. This one looks way neater compare to the blonde. His brown hair is properly combed to the side covering his right eyes.

            “What?” Lucca snapped rudely, “I’m working in case you hadn’t notice.”

            “Explain why our new roommate is a girl.” The blonde demanded, folding his arms over his chest.

            Lucca divert his eyes at me, eyeing me carefully, “You’re R. Boulevard?”

            “That’s me.”

            He frowned, “I thought that stands for Richard Boulevard or something.”

            I laughed, “That’s my father. You know how weird the name Richard is? I mean it has the same meaning as the word Willy. To think my grandparents name him that”

            Lucca grinned, extending his hand, “I like you. I’m Lucca and this jerk here is Nicholas. And we are your new roommate.”

            “Andrew will not be happy with this.” Nicholas muttered under his breath.

            “Who is Andrew?”

            Lucca punched Nicholas shoulder causing him to winced, before turning to me still grinning like a Cheshire cat, “He is your roommate too, you will see him in the evening. Welcome to your new home.”