Alyssa Brandy has never been a run-of-the-mill type of girl. She's a diva and knows how to get her way. But even the strongest people can be broken.
In high school, she was hurt by the guy she thought she could trust. Now, in college, she's built...
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POV: Alyssa
Today is the first day of college. That means I need to look my best. Especially now that I'm on the Freshman Committee. I wake up extra early to prepare myself.
I take extra long in the shower to make my skin look radiant. I open the door to the bathroom with my hair in a towel, my body hidden by a robe, and a face mask stuck to my skin. I shriek when I see Eden standing there.
He's shirtless and his toned body makes my stomach turn into mush and my lady parts do a dance. Not to mention he's only in boxers. His golden hair is messy and slightly matted. I spot a pink scar above his waist. His eyes squint and his nose scrunches up. "Why are you shouting? It's five in the morning," he says with a raspy voice. God damn, is that his morning voice? My stomach somersaults.
"Why are you standing right outside the door?" I ask, placing my hand on my racing heart.
He looks me up and down. "I had to go pee." He says bluntly. He rubs his blue eyes and a smirk curls on his lips. "You look interesting this morning." Emphasis on the interesting.
I cover my face with my hands. "Don't look at me!" I shout and rush past him. I hear him laugh evilly as I run to my room. I slam the door behind me and press my back against the cold wood. An exasperated sigh leaves my lungs.
I push off the door and look at myself in the mirror. "Interesting," I repeat to myself. I plop onto the fuzzy chair and begin to do my makeup and hair.
When I'm finished I dress in my matching pink plaid skirt and blazer. I pair it with white pumps. My mom always wore heels no matter where she was going. Even to the hospital when she had me.
I throw my black tote bag over my shoulder and finally escape my room. Eden comes out of his room at the same time as me. We lock eyes for a moment but a knock comes on the door. Perfect reason to ignore him. I break eye contact and pull open the door.
I'm relieved to see Arlo. He has two cups of coffee in his hands. "Oh thank god," I say as he hands me a coffee.
His eyes flicker behind me. "Let's get going," he says. I close the door, ignoring the hole burning in the back of my head. When we get further away from the door Arlo speaks up again. "He was staring at me like he wanted to kill me."
I look at him with a confused expression. "What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Eden, he looked pissed." He states. My head spins.
"That's weird," I say, puzzled. "Maybe he didn't like my outfit," I say, shrugging.
Arlo chuckles. "You guys like each other, admit it." My eyes widen.
"I wouldn't touch him with a 3-foot pole," I say in disgust. I scrunch up my nose. "Not to mention he rather die than shake my hand."
Arlo shakes his head. "Whatever you say, Lyssa." I give him a pointed look.
