I find myself waking up on the edge of the bed, and when I look over, I see Jason sleeping on the bed in a very awkward position. His leg is wrapped around my leg, and his arm is resting on my thigh.
Instead of holding my thigh, he now grasps my ankle. I can never love my roommate, so I am hoping he does not feel that way about me. I gently push him more forcefully, but he remains motionless.
Fucking devil...
How can I wake him?
It may annoy him, but still he will be able to wake up.
'Jason! wake up!! thief, thief. He jolts awake; his eyelids fly open like a zombie, and he sits up quickly.
"Thief, thief, w-where?!" he stutters, searching the room.
"You bitch, I was in the middle of a peaceful siesta before you howled at me," he yells at me, and I let out a light laugh.
I laugh nonstop...
"You will never let me sleep peacefully," he says.
"You snore loudly!" he softly chuckles.
"Well, let me tell you, you had a cuddle fest with my legs, so I had to do it!" I say.
"Let me say you were also having a cuddle fest, hugging me to death in your sleep," he says.
Redness spreads across my face. "You are lying!" I exclaim.
"Well, you did, and I'm not lying!" he trails off.
I shake my head. "I will only believe this when you have evidence," I say.
Lifting his arms overhead, he rises to his feet. His arms are raised above him, and as his shirt slightly lifts, I can see the band of Burberry boxers on his bottom half. A hard swallow escaped my lips. He drew his t-shirt over his head by lowering his arms and grabbing the back.
Behold the ruler of the Greek pantheon.
All of a sudden, his hand is waving in my direction. "Earth, Marie," he says.
"I must have zoned out!" I lie.
Honestly, I got too distracted by seeing his perfect body.
"Yeah, sure. Are you ready for today, since it's your first day as a college student?" he asks.
Standing up, I drag my feet to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I mentally slap myself on the forehead after I wrap myself in a towel after my bath. "Shit, I forgot to make my bed." I swing the door open and bump into a pounding chest.
"I'm so sorry," he speaks in a soft tone.
"It's fine." I smile at him.
He stares at me from top to bottom.
"I...I... I need to go!" he stutters, stepping vastly into existence.
What is wrong with him?
I put on a cropped yellow sweater and black, torn jeans with a high waist. I can not contain my excitement for college. Plus, I take a quick look in the mirror after applying a light coat of mascara and a glossy lip gloss—nothing too dramatic. "Flawless." I look decent enough. I slip into my white Nikes, swing my backpack over my shoulder, and pick my phone up as I make my way to the kitchen.
"I made you coffee," he says.
"Thank you." I grin at him and sip the steaming hot mug to my lips.
"You look so happy today," he says.
"Yes, I am just a little bit nervous!" I squeak.
"So what time is your first class?"
"9:30 am!" I replied with another sip of coffee.
"Why are you dressed up?" I ask.
"Because I'm taking you to school," he says.
"The fuck!" I spit my coffee accidentally from my mouth.
He chuckles.
"Wait here! I'll be back," he says.
I wait for him in the living room.
"Alright! Let's go, he says in a deep voice.
My attention is drawn to him, and I can not help but notice how dashing he is with his slightly disheveled yet impeccable hair in its proper place. I gulp as he gingerly walks toward the door.
"You know, I could have driven myself to school?" I say.
"I just want to make sure you get to school safely," he says.
"Why were you drunk last night?" I ask 10 minutes into the drive.
"Huh?" He stares at me for a minute, then sticks his eyes back on the road ahead.
As soon as he takes the wheel, I find him attractive.
Immediately, I push the thought out of my mind and return my attention to the question at hand.
"I was saying, why did you drink so much last night?"
"I didn't drink!" he scribbles on the back of his neck before placing his hand back onto the gear.
"Are you being serious?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
He sighs, "Listen." He pauses for a minute and glares at me.
"Yes, I was drunk last night, and it won't happen again.
"You won't get drunk again?" I ask.
"Yes, I guess!" he sighs.
I got out of his car as soon as we arrived, waved goodbye, and made my way to my first anatomy and physiology class—which I am actually looking forward to—just as I was about to enter when I ran into someone.
"I am incredibly sorry," she exclaims.
"It's alright," I respond.
"Are you sure you are fine?" she questions.
"Yeah, I am." I smile softly.
"I'm Jen, by the way; you?" She extends her hand in my direction.
"I'm Marie," I say, shaking her hand with a smile.
"What class do you have?" she asks.
"Anatomy and physiology"
"Me too!" she beams.
"At least I know someone in there," I lightly chuckle. I'm not that anxious; it's great to have someone to talk to in class about school.
Jennifer, if that is her given name, is stunning. She stands at about 5 feet four inches tall, has brown skin, long, dark, curly hair, and dazzling hazel eyes.
When we get to class, we find a spot in the center, right next to each other. I have a feeling Jen and I will get along famously. Talking to her is a breeze, and she is hilarious to boot.