I woke up bright and early the next morning. I looked out my window, it was a grey morning and it looked like it was going to rain later. I sighed; I was well used to rain.
I threw on a hoodie over my t-shirt and strolled out to get some breakfast, rubbing my eyes blearily and humming a random tune quietly to myself. It was only Sunday, so I didn't have to worry about getting to class or anything.
I had a good feeling about today.
I stopped abruptly in my path, looking at the figure hunched over a bowl of cereal at the table. Crap! I'd honestly forgotten about all the drama from yesterday.
Anger washed over me as I looked at the guy before me.
Today, he was wearing tracksuit bottoms and had yet to put on a t-shirt. The anger left me as quickly as it had come. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I stared at him, or more accurately his lovely, defined chest.
Looking at his chest and six-pack caused the images that I had pushed to the back of my mind yesterday come rushing back until they almost overwhelmed me. He looked like an Abercrombie model....no hotter than an Abercrombie model, I corrected myself. He had big arms and an amazing back - I'm a sucker for arms and backs!
I glanced down at myself, the boxers I was wearing barely covered anything, my hair was a mess and I probably looked horrible. I was just about to back into my room, as quietly as possible in the hopes that he wouldn't see me.
Obviously luck wasn't on my side because as I was creeping backwards, probably looking like a complete weirdo - not gonna lie, I am most of the time but he doesn't need to know that - I heard a voice being cleared.
Double crap! I thought; scratch my earlier thoughts about this being a good day.
His voice interrupted my thoughts, "Are you going to stand there all day? Or are you going to come sit?" He gestured at the chair opposite him, that already familiar smirk present, which annoyed me and drew me to him at the same time.
I sighed as I headed to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I supposed I couldn't really afford to keep storming to my room, I mean a girl's got to eat right?
I grabbed a bowl of cereal and some orange juice before returning to what felt like the lion's den, I was that nervous.
Oh well I thought I have to face him at some stage. I sat in the chair opposite him...
Oh damn! I don't even know the guy's name. As if he had read my thoughts he stuck a hand across the table for me to shake.
"We haven't been properly introduced, I'm Nicholas, but you can call me Nick" he winked at me, making me roll my eyes, modesty obviously wasn't in this guy's, I mean Nick's vocabulary.
I didn't say anything as I grabbed his hand. It completely engulfed my own.
"I'm Shannon" I said as I felt electricity shoot up my arm from the contact with his hand.
He quickly dropped my hand as if he felt it too...he couldn't have felt it, could he?
I pushed that thought away; it wasn't a good idea to start having those kinds of thoughts about Nick. I barely knew him and I could already see that it wouldn't be a good idea to fall for him. He didn't seem like the relationship type and I wasn't one for flings.
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The Movies Make It Look EasyTeen Fiction
Shannon moves to London, expecting the perfect College experience, but from Day One things don't go according to plan. Between a roommate that seems to hate her, a creep that she just can't seem to get rid of, and drama with her friends and famil...