Felicity's POV:
I grabbed my suitcases off of the floor in the entry hall, where everyone else's stuff was, and dragged it to Room 12. The room was split into two sides, both being a very clean, sanitary white color. A leather jacket sat on a bed post of the left bed, most likely Dean's.
Dean, my new devilishly handsome roommate, walked into our shared room, them proceeded to sit on his bed. "Please, Princess, tell me which drawer you will be keeping the lingerie," he grinned at me.
"Fuck off."
"Better yet, just put it in the bathroom closet, you can be my personal Runway Model."
I just shook my head. He can't be serious, there must be another catch to him, maybe he's gay? "How would you know if I wasn't fat under this shirt? My clothes are baggy, after all. I could be fat and have small boobs, no ass. All of that matters for Runway Models." A crooked smile appeared on his face. He waved me over to him, then patter the bed he sat on. I cautiously sat down on the far side of the bed, away from him.
"Oh, Princess, come a bit closer. I won't bite," he purred, "at least not hard." I shot him a nasty look. I scooted a foot closer. He leaned over and hooked his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. Oh, God, I thought, he smells amazing. I was mesmerized, to say the least.
I stared straight forward and put my head down, my hair falling out from behind my ear, making a curtain between me and the Dark Angel. I felt very intimidated by this man, yet I wanted to lean back into his arms and fall asleep.
I felt warm fingertips touch my cheek, my hair being pulled back behind my ear. Oh, God, he was being so cliché, and I loved every second of it. Hot breath hit the base of my neck, sending chills down my spine. "I knew you couldn't resist my touch."
An there it went, the moment had gone as soon as it had came. I stood up and yanked his arm off of my hip. "You bastard! Don't you come near me again, do not ask me for anything, and do not even think of touching me," I spat, humiliated.
How could I have let him get the best of me? I knew he was trouble. I would never let him get close to me again. You know what they say, fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you.
Author's Note
I know. I haven't posted in a really long time, but I don't really think anyone really reads this story anyways. I guess this will just be a 'For fun' type thing now. Anyway,
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Corrupted
VampirWhen young Felicity Jones finally tells of her troubled past, she thinks it's over. Little does she know, it has only just begun. And this, is her story.
