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He drops me off in front of the building and leaves without so much as a goodbye. I should have asked his name, but this whole day has been surreal. It looks more like a hotel than a dorm. Scanning my bracelet gets me in the main doors. I read the directions on my tablet with the housing information. It says to take the elevator to the top floor, and my room is the first door on the right.
I take in my surroundings of what could be considered the lobby for a hotel, all it’s missing is a receptionist. The black marbled floor has flecks of gold through it, the walls much the same. It reminds me of the hallway of lockers. I push the button for the top floor, and the doors slide straight open. Once inside, it closes, and I quickly figure out I need to scan my bracelet for the elevator to move. I blink thinking I must be in the wrong place.
This looks like a penthouse is my only thought as I step out of the elevator into what seems to be a living room and behind that, a full size kitchen. Nothing looks touched or out of place. Maybe with any luck, my roommates are all very tidy. All of the furniture is modern, and a gasp slips past my lips at the floor to ceiling windows that surround the living area and give a view of the ocean. It’s breath-taking.
I find my room with ease and push the door open. The room is massive, with two double sized beds in each corner of the room, a walk-in closet, two desks and a black shag pile rug in the centre of the room. The walls are painted in a light grey colour, and it compliments the natural wood flooring. The feature wall has a massive charcoal picture of a woman's face, and it makes me wonder if my roommate is an artist. The room has a comforting lived-in feel to it.
The admin was right, my boxes were delivered to my room. I make quick work of unpacking my stuff, all that is left is to put my clothes away. My roommates must be from another planet, though, because the air-conditioning in here is so cold. I make quick work of throwing on a pair of sweats and a long sleeve mini crop.
Voices from outside of the door catch my attention, I jump to my feet and race to the door, excited to meet the girls I will be sharing a room with for the rest of the school year. It's been awhile since I have felt excited for anything. I haven’t wanted to feel; I just want to blame myself and live with that pain as a daily reminder. But the only way out of that place was to pretend that I cared about my future. This glimmer of excitement feels so damn wrong. Yet my therapist's words ring through my head.Zeke would want you to live your life and be happy.And she isn’t wrong, he would have wanted those things. But I don’t deserve them, and only I can hold myself accountable for that.
Opening the door a little too hard, I try to catch it, but I’m too slow, and it rebounds off the wall with a loud bang. I internally cringe, worrying that it will now leave a dent in the wall. While my mind is elsewhere, the door swings back and hits me in the arm, and I hiss at the pain, knowing I will have a massive bruise tomorrow. The room goes eerily quiet at my less than stellar entrance. Looking up, my mouth opens in shock, and my eyes bug out of my head when nine sets of eyes stare me down, one set in particular catches my attention. Diesel is standing in the middle of the room, topless. My eyes wander down his body for the second time today, following the trail of hair to the top of his black workout shorts. Someone clears their throat. Coming to my senses my brain goes back to the problem at hand, a room full of insanely good-looking assholes. Motherfucker, this explains why the damn lockers and the lobby of this place look bloody similar. They belong to the Alphas.
“D man, why didn’t you tell us you claimed the fresh meat for yourself?” Rebel asks, eyeing me hungrily. I remember that dick from earlier, his unique eye colours are hard to forget. I have never met anyone with heterochromia before, and I can easily see how a girl could get lost in those eyes.
“I don’t want it, clearly I have a stalker.” A few of the other guys laugh. I see red; my temper is my downfall.
“I’ll have you know.” I say, storming towards Diesel. “I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole, and I’m not stalking you.” I point at his chest, my finger thumping from the rock-hard assault. “That is my damn room.”
The laughter echoes through the space, the only people not laughing are me and the idiot in front of me.
“Alright, who’s fucking with me, this is a joke, right?” He asks in exasperation, looking around the room at his friends. They all say no and realisation hits him. “Over my dead body,” he mutters, and before I know what’s happening, he’s picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I screech, adding in a few curses, yet he refuses. I use one arm and wrap it around his torso to pull myself closer to his body, the loose shirt and no bra leaving me exposed. I use my other arm to hit him. “Please, let me go.”
He gets into the elevator, and we go down to the first floor, his whole posse following behind. None seem to say anything. “Seriously I have legs, my tits are falling out and blood is rushing to my head.”
“I’m not opposed to seeing your tits.” One says, kneeling down to look at me.
“And you are?” I ask.
“Wilder, if you don’t want to sleep next to D man, then my bed is always empty.” I scoff.
“I wonder why with how you treat your lifelong friends.” He freezes before grabbing my face hard, my lips puckering.
“If you know what’s good for you, mind your damn business.” I shake my head, and he lets his hand fall from my face. I smile at him, and his scowl in response makes me happy.
When we step out of the elevator, it’s seconds before we’re entering a small office in the lobby. Once inside, I’m dropped to my ass, an older balding man stands from his desk, leaning over it to look down at me.
“What can I do for you, Diesel?” The man asks. “And why is there a girl on my floor?” I get the impression Diesel gets his own way a lot, like a two-year-old, he is ready to bust out a temper tantrum.
“I came to ask the questions, Jones. Imagine my surprise when I find out I have a roommate and that it’s this,” he says, pointing in my direction like I’m the shit on the bottom of his really expensive shoes.
“I have a name you know, I’m not anit.” I huff, my outburst going ignored while I get to my feet.
“You shouldn’t have a roommate.” He stutters, clearly afraid of the buffoon standing before him. “Let me call Mandy, and she can clear this up. It must be a printing error.'' The man picks up the phone and taps a few numbers and waits.
“Mandy, I have a female student here by the name of…” He looks at me, raising one eyebrow slightly. As if the second he gave me to answer was too long.
“Cyrus Jamison.” He repeats my name back to whoever is on the other end of the line. “Yes, very female...Yes, I’m sure, and Diesel is under strict instructions to not have a roommate…Yes, she is sharing with Diesel.” The tone of his voice scares me, like what is wrong with him that he can’t even share a room.
A few minutes pass, “Okay, I understand. Well, call me back when you figure it out.” He ends the call, placing the phone back in the dock and looks up at Diesel and back to me. “It seems that she was registered as a male student, and the school didn’t approve a single room for you this year.”
“Call my father and fix it.” Diesel leans his hands on Mr. Jones’s desk, he knows he intimidates this man, but he has to see this is out of his control. Right?
“Well, it looks like your father is the one who assigned the dorm. We will try fixing this as quickly as possible, but until we do, she stays. Let me warn you, all of you. Leave her be, your father approved this, Diesel, so it's out of my hands. I suggest you go and take it up with him.” Mr. Jones states, as if he somehow has authority, which he clearly doesn’t when it comes to these boys and their obvious god complex. One of the guys laughs as if leaving me be is the funniest thing he has ever heard.
Diesel turns to me, his eyes dark, and if I had any sense of danger, I would run. “If you know what’s good for you, I would call your daddy and get the next flight out.” Diesel kicks a chair and storms from the room. One by one, the rest follow suit and leave. Well, that was fun.
