My Irrelevant Roommate

Chapter 1

Three days have gone by and I'm still living alone. Which is a good thing, but I do have to admit i'm pretty lonely. I should really look into the campuses guideline about pets. I could seriously use my dogs love right about now. I wonder how he is. Does he miss me? Does he even notice I'm gone? What am I even talking about, he's a dog. As long as my dad constantly feeds him and lets him sleep in the house, he'll be in dog heaven.

I roll over in my sheets when my alarm starts panicking. The sun is up and the sky is clear. Today looks actually pleasant unlike the past few weeks. Texas weather is bipolar normally, but anyone who lives here can tell you just how dreadful the last few weeks of July and August are. Most days are over 106 degrees and you sweat as soon as you walk through a door. I'm not complaining, but I am saying it makes you want to remain indoors.

Throughout the morning, I sort through my clothes and start hanging them up in the closet. Tempered looks and holey shorts make me second guess my wardrobe for this year.

I should probably do a load of laundry before it gets backed up, I think to myself as I stare at all my dirty clothes in the corner of my room. Now I just need to find my laundry basket.. I bet you I left it in my car because I was going to get it the other day, but then Cade showed up to help me with my TV and I forgot. Yeahp, that has to be it. Gosh, I get too distracted sometimes. 

I walk into the kitchen and grab my keys. I really need to go get a second one made today so that I can hide it in case I leave it somewhere. I have been known to do that as well. 

A breeze hits my face as I open the front door of the complex. It smells like rain in the air. I smile. I love rain. I should go to the bookstore as well and get some new reads. If it's gonna rain, I would love to just relax and read the rest of the day. I'll go into town a little later. I need to start my laundry before I forget that too.

As I head back into the complex, I hear a screeching sound. I turn around just in time to see a blue minivan racing towards me. Obviously this person is a horrible driver and does not need to be allowed a drivers license, but that wouldn't change the fact that he is behind the wheel right now and is about to plow over me. 

"Hey, watch out!" I hear behind me. Before I can recall moving, a man is pushing me out of the way and on to the grass beside the parking lot.

"Fuck," I muffle out as I hit my head. I lift my hand and notice all the blood pouring out of my palm. I must have cut it on something. Just as I start looking around, I see a bunch of rocks surrounding the stop sign Mr. Blue minivan over there ran along with my blood imprinted in the stones.

"Are you okay?" the guy who pushed me into the ground asks just as he stands. I sit up onto my butt.

"Yeah, i'm fine. Thanks."

"Get the fuck out the way next time baby cakes!" screams the guy in the minivan as he parks and gets out. He shoots me a wink and takes off running up to the complex. You low life asshole.

"Fuckface," I mumble. Why are there guys like that in this world? They are the ones that give the hot jocks a bad name.

"Here, take my hand," says the guy who helped me suddenly. I look up and i'm blinded by the sun. I take my uncut hand and reach up, grabbing his hand.

"Uh thanks," I say once I get to my own two feet. Just then, I finally see my mystery man. He's tall, but not too tall. And his hair has this little swoop. I can tell he must run his hand through it countless times throughout each day. His eyes are what get me. They're gold. I know it has to be the sun making this color because being a person with hazel eyes myself, I always take photos capturing the beauty of the gold. (Read A/N at the end)

"It was my pleasure" he says looking down at me. I smile and look away. His EYES, they're too intense!

"Oh gosh, you're bleeding!" he shouts, grabbing my cut hand. 

"Yeah, I'm okay." I say taking it out of his hand. "I'll go wash it and get it cleaned up." 

His jaw tightens and his eyes fix themselves on me. 

"I'm first aid certificated. I could help if you allow me to.."  

"I... Uh- no, that's okay. I'm fine, honestly. You've done enough, thank you"

I try in the nicest way to tell him no because lets face it, i'm 100% awkward with guys. And if he comes up to my dorm, I know I'll just yap on about nothing and then he'll never want to speak to me again. And with my luck, he'll be in every single one of my classes and we'll be faced with the most awkward interference ever. And in short terms, I will die of humiliation. 

He doesn't look at me anymore. He just nods his head and walks away. Ohhh the awkwardness begins. Thanks bruh, I couldn't even get your name? I can't help but stare at him as he vanishes though. He's perfect. Sort of like a model. His tight dark blue skinny jeans make me question the type of guy he is, but his loose white v-neck answers my question. He has style, I give him that. I look down at my own style and feel embarrassed. My overly too tight pink yoga shorts don't match with my giant navy high school tee. Like I said before, I'm really questioning my wardrobe this year. What has gotten into me? I used to be all about fashion. 

Speaking of my pink yoga shorts, I see the bright red blood soaking through them from my hand. I need to get back to the dorm and change. People are going to think this is my period blood if I don't get out of the public ASAP. I reach down and grab my laundry basket, then check both ways before crossing the street to the complex. I don't need another life or death situation on my hands. 

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As I get back to my dorm, I notice the front door open. I could have sworn I shut it, but I probably didn't. I most likely got distracted once again. If it's going to keep being like this, I need to call my mom and get her to set up an appointment with my doctor to tell him my ADHD is growing worse. It hasn't been so bad since junior year. I don't understand why it's messing me up right now. Maybe I need to start taking my meds again, even if I hate the person they make me become. 

I walk in and shut the almond color door behind me. The chain clatters as I make sure to lock it. I don't want any more forgetfulness today. I drop the laundry basket in the living room and automatically take my red stained shorts off. These are going to be stained forever, I just know it. I might as well just wash them and donate them. Heck, I need to donate a lot of things apparently. 

A vibrating noise comes from the couch and I sigh depressingly as I find out it fell behind it. I lean down as far as I can, but my arms are too short and my boobs are too fat. Swiftly, I fall in between the wall and the couch. Crap.. My legs start kicking, but I'm not going anywhere. How do I even get myself in these situations? Finally I get some support by the side table and leverage myself out of the hole with my phone tightly in my good hand. I need to go and get a band-aid for my other one. I don't even know if I have band-aids...  

"That was a nice show," a deep voice says from behind me. My heart drops. Who the fuck is that and why are they watching me in my underwear? 

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*A/N please read*

Okay, I honestly didn't know how to end this chapter because I'm trying to build up to the other chapter and it's confusing but I'll probably come back and edit this tomorrow or something. Now, I know I'm going to get bitched at from some Mahomies who say Austin has green eyes or Austin has dark brown eyes, but I don't care. This is my story and Austin is simply a character playing a role. I will make him as I please because his eyes are going to be somewhat a major part in this story. It is only because I might turn this into a actual book one day and for character purposes, I just find it easier to use Austin Mahone as the Austin in the story. Does any of this make sense? I'm running low on energy and sleep is calling my name so goodnight and please comment, vote and add this book to your reading lists! It's going to be worth it, I promise :)

xoxo, K.L.