The exchange student

Chapter 7

all of the sudden I heard loud footsteps coming closer by the second. I didn't know what to do so I dashed under the bed. (How pathetic of me.. I would never do something like this. But by the looks of his room. I didn't want to get caught.)

All of the sudden I heard the footsteps stop right at the French doors. At this moment I held my breath.. I was so scared. I didn't know what to expect from the boy. Was he nice, sexy, nerdy ( based of his room I assumed he wasn't ugly, but who knows), was he punk looking or just normal. All these thoughts where running through my head because I was about to face the mysterious boy I would be living with for the next couple months and this is our first encounter. I just should have never even snooped in his room. Maybe something will work out in my favor because I'm actually scared.

When the boy.. Well harry, entered the room. The first thing I heard was "fuck these bags a heavy." Wow great impression. Soon there was rustling around the room and he heard something fall the ground. I wanted to know what it was so I slowly peaked my head out from under the bed. Damn know it was my turn to say fuckkk because he was sexy! He has chocolate curls that came down a little over his ears held back in a hat. He was wearing dark tight jeans that i probably couldn't fit in and a long beige coat with fuzzy stuff on the side. To sum it up he looked like a model. I soon came back to my senses when I heard an annoying voice walking in the room so I slid back under the bed.

"Babe, let's cuddle and stuff. If you know what I mean" the annoying voice said.
Then damn like a waterfall I heard an slow, deep, voice. Wow even he voice is prettier than I am.
"No, I already banged you like an hour ago in tired as fuck."
"Well sorry, I guess I'll just leave then"
"Damn, angelic stop, just stay alright. You know I like cuddling"
"I knew you'd give in baby"
Eww wtf did I get my self in. I hope they shut up soon.
But, as if on cue I heard gross smacking of the lips and I just about want to die. I guess the moral of the story is curiosity really killed the cat.
After what felt like hours of listening to a heated make out session I heard light snores coming from the both of them.
I took this as one of the best opportunities and sprinted to the double doors. Once I stepped back the first two things I did was took a huge breath and smelled some fresh air. Because let me tell you laying under a bed for an hour and half gets pretty musty smelling in a boys room.

Now that I felt I had freedom, I decided I would do some chores and finally get myself settled in.