Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter III

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Second Thoughts
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I woke up to streams of gold pouring onto my covers through the gaps in the silk curtains. As I squinted my eyes at the window, my outstretched hand searched around the bedside table for my phone; I was still half awake. It was only six in the morning, and classes wouldn't start until eight on the clock.

Turning my head sideways, I glanced at the bed placed on my right, currently occupied by the dragon of a girl snoring her damn lungs out.

At least someone had a firm devotion to sleep.

I used her state of drowsiness to my advantage and began scanning her features warily. Her plump, pink lips were slightly parted, letting out small, exhausted snores. Her long, graceful eyelashes remained as still as a feather stranded in the night. Eyeing her perfectly clear, rosy skin and the freckles delicately dusted across her cheeks, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

You see, I never fell in love easily. After Diana, I couldn't imagine myself being in love with anyone, for that matter. So, that thought of yours was fruitless.

I embraced my inner eye quite well, by the way. Wink, wink.

Her dusty brown hair gleamed a resplendent golden under the sun, and was entangled together into a rough ponytail she might've made the previous night. As soon as my unholy eyes were about to slip down her collarbone, my mind refrained me from doing so.

Self-control is a blessing, isn't it?

I closed my bleary eyes shut and rubbed them slightly. Yesterday had been rather uneventful, the girl having run off somewhere for the entire day, though all was fine until and unless she remained in the same building as me.

Otherwise, shit would hit the fan and my purpose here would be being a complete failure.

I had assumed Kate had returned to the dorm only after I'd fallen asleep, having spent most of the day unpacking while on call with Marc.

"On a side note, I can't hear the girl... is she already dead?!" Marc had let out a gasp of horror.

"Dude, calm down. I'll bet she isn't brave enough to go out into the wild all alone," I chuckled.

"Yeah, just stick to the instructions and you'll be fine," he had replied. "Not to mention, she'll be fine, too."

"Gotcha..." I muttered while peering at the second suitcase, which was twiddling its thumbs, waiting to be undone.

I slipped out of my head, halting my mind from reliving pointless flashbacks. Only in my pyjamas, I lazily dragged myself into the bathroom and glanced at all of my things set up neatly on the sink.

Surely I had to look after this little midget, but I wasn't supposed to make any friends here or to get close to anyone at all.

"The world already has too many distractions," Marc had said, although they weren't his orders about me not getting too fond with anyone.

Gazing at Ashton Miller, who glared back at me through the chalky white mirror hung up on the wall, I ran a hand through my tousled hair, letting my hand drop down to caress my contoured cheekbones and chiselled jaw.

I'd have to endure a whole year here in the University of Westwood, one of the best universities in good ol' America, and I'd obviously be devoted to my studies, but to another cause as well...

The only reason to the dedication I had built towards the second cause was... Well, money. Cash had its own beauty. Man could do wonders for money, and with money, so be gratful I wasn't involved in drug trade. I was doing something much more humane, right?