My College Dom

Chapter 1

I woke up much faster than I normally would have and with my awakening came a jolt of nerves. I was excited, scared and nervous all at the same time. I was no longer at home in my small town going to the same school with the same kids I'd known since kindergarten. I was attending the private college university my parents had been dreaming of since the day I was born. It wasn't just their dream, it was mine too.

I threw myself out of the bed in my dorm and stripped out of my pyjamas before pulling on a pair of polkadot underwear and a black bralette. I slip into a pair of cutoff denim shorts and pull a light purple tank top on. I grab my scrunchie and a bracelet to match before putting my gold necklaces on. I check the time on my watch and mentally curse myself.

My roommate, whom I hadn't even had the pleasure of properly meeting yet, hadn't come into the dorm yet. She'd set-up before I arrived and left without ever finding out who I was. She hadn't even shown up last night to meet me or anything. I didn't really mind too much, but I figured if she'd been here this morning I wouldn't be so behind.

Snatching my phone, I slip my feet into a pair of black Birkenstock's and rush out the door. I'm not on time as I'd wanted to be.

I pull a granola bar out of my bag and eat as I walk. I know exactly where my classes are as I'd walked the campus all day yesterday just to figure it out. History was everyday and my major, education courses were in the afternoon and basically just walked you through how the mind grows and develops. The second semester education courses would be more in depth and then our placement would come the following year. Of course, it was a six year program, but they kind of shot you through it so you'd have as much experience possible by the time you received your teaching degree. I pull my phone out and look at my messages. I kept walking while doing so.

-Have fun at the dream school!- from Britt, my best friend of ten years. I smile and tell her thanks before wishing her luck at her own new school.

-Have the greatest day, my love! We love you!- was sent from my mother in the group chat. I replied with a few heart emojis before deciding to hurry up.

I didn't bother looking up as I began to scroll through my social media apps and I sped up before I felt myself collide with something extremely hard. I brought my hand up to my head and grimaced as I landed not so gracefully on the concrete sidewalk. I could feel my face turning red as I became flustered. I stood back up and attempted to get on to my class. I felt a firm hand wrap around my arm before I could take a second step.

"Excuse me?" A deep voice grunted at me. "Are you not going to apologize?"

"Uh... obviously not. Now get the hell off of me!" I growled, yanking my arm free before looking up and freezing.

This guy was hot. Not the average cute boy you see in the grocery store, but mega-hot. Jaw line, muscles through his shirt, perfectly aligned facial features. His eyes were a milk-coffee brown with honey coloured flecks in them, set almost perfectly into his face. Full lips and a jawline so sharp I was thankful it hadn't cut me yet. His shoulders were broad and the muscles he'd sculpted made the red polo he was wearing look like the male version of lingerie. Even his khakis looked hot. No wonder he was a dick; everyone has to have a fatal flaw. I figured his ego was big enough and he wasn't in need of a stare down so I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster.

"Listen here, little girl, things are different on this campus." He growled back at me.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed causing several people to look over at us and few girls to actually role their eyes at me.

What the hell was this? Back home, the second a guy put his hands on a girl like this he got punched out. This was ridiculous! He couldn't touch me like this. If nobody else was going to stand up for me, then I d do it myself.