Join the club.
Neither of them says a word as I stand there, and I have to fight the urge to squirm. This isn’t exactly what I wanted either, but I don’t dare tell them that. It was bad enough when I learned I was sharing a room with four guys. Learning they had no idea either isn’t exactly helpful.
Not to mention the fact that they look like, well, this. What the fuck do they feed these guys for them to be so damn big? Hell, the biggest one probably eats a whole cow a day. Anything less, and he’d be starving.
Speak of the devil. As if the thought of him summons him back, he walks back into the room with a bottle of water pressed to his lips.
“Why are you still here?” His voice has a hint of gravel that makes his already rude question sound even harsher.
Yeah, no, fuck this. I don’t care how good-looking or big he is; he can shove that attitude up his ass. I’m seriously not in the mood.
“This is my dorm,” I bite back and watch with more satisfaction than I should get as his brow jumps ever so slightly at my tone.
“Well, aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine?”
I choose to ignore Blue’s comment in favor of holding the big guy's gaze, but it’s impossible to miss the sass in his tone. The big guy doesn’t seem to miss it either, as his eyes dart behind me, narrowing ever so slightly before returning to me once again.
Clearly, he’s the one running this show.
“In case you didn’t realize, cupcake,” he says the word like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, and I can’t stop myself from pulling a face at the way it sounds. “This is a guy's dorm, and it’s full. So why don’t you head back down to the admin office and see if they can’t get you sorted out?”
The moment he’s done speaking, he’s moving, further proving that he is, in fact, the head of this little group of assholes.
Too bad for him; I’m not one of his lackeys.
“Nolan Ford, Julian Spade, Theodore Miller, and Gavin Asher, room 312,” I say, making him pause before he turns back around to face me, a storm brewing in his chocolate eyes.
“And I’m pretty sure I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, regardless of how any of us might feel about it. As for the nature of the dorm, I’m not an idiot, thank you. I can see that you’re all males, but given that this is a co-ed dorm, it’s not out of the ordinary for both males and females to occupy the space here.” I keep my voice steady by some miracle, even as his eyes narrow with every word out of my mouth.
“I think, if the dorm were co-ed, we would know. This isn’t my first year here, honey, and I’ve never heard of a co-ed dorm system anywhere in the school.”
I turn to find the dark-haired one on the couch, now looking my way with the same narrowed gaze as the big guy.
Fuck, I didn’t want to have to do this so soon, but it looks like there's no getting around it.
With a sigh, I turn back to the big guy and swallow my disgust. So much for lying low and just getting out as fast as possible. I should have known the universe would never let that fly.
“Ask Gavin.” I’m not sure how I get the words out with how hard my teeth are clenched together, but I know they hear me loud and clear.
“What?” the troublemaker asks, clearly shocked that I would ask for him specifically. I can’t say I blame him. I never thought I would see the day either, though I’m sure they don’t know that.
“Gavin!” The big guy’s bark echoes around the room, and I can’t stop myself from flinching at the sheer volume. Thankfully, they all seem too focused on the doorway he just came from to notice.
It only takes a moment. I hear his feet against the hardwood floor, and I raise my chin and stand up straighter. Not that it will matter; Gavin has always been taller than me, and if these three are anything to go by, I’m sure he’s probably even bigger now.
Unfortunately, nothing my mind imagined was close to what I pictured. How could it be? The last time I saw him was threeyears ago. He was still all awkward limbs and puberty back then. His voice cracked, and he could hardly talk to a girl, well outside of me. He seemed to have no issue talking to me, but I guess smack-talk at a decathlon isn’t really the same thing.
“Wren?”
I’m not surprised he remembers me. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other face-to-face, but that doesn’t mean anything when you're two of the brightest minds in the state, maybe even the country.
“Oh, whoa, hold up.”
I force my gaze away from Gavin, which is harder than it should be, in order to turn back to the blue-haired boy who answered the door. His eyes are wide as he looks at me before his gaze flicks to Gavin and back as a smirk curves his lips.
“Wren, as inthe Wren, the one who beat you at a spelling bee in the fifth grade?”
I can’t keep the shock off my face at his words, which only makes him smile wider.
