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  She falls back onto the bed, spreads her legs open and starts playing with her clit. “Repay the favor, Hunter.”

  I grab the condom, rip it open and roll it down my cock. I fall onto the bed, hovering over her. “Don’t tell me what to do, sweet cheeks. Besides, I don’t go around licking any girl’s clit, they have to be pretty special for that.” She opens her mouth about to protest, but I close her words with a hard kiss that has her relenting. “You love it, really. You all do.” I push my cock into her warm pussy and fuck her hard while I think of Louisa. Shit, I’m even saying her name as I fuck Mya.

  “God, Louisa.” I moan, coming again hard and fast. I pull on Mya’s hair until I am spent, then collapse beside her.

  “Who the fuck is Louisa?” Mya shrieks.

  I throw my arm over my eyes. Oh, shit. She’s the fourth girl to ask me that this week.

  “You’re an asshole.” She yells, climbing off the bed. She shoves her t-shirt on in a rage. I’m glad she’s leaving so I don’t have to make up some shit excuse for her to go before she wants a cuddle–fuck that.

  “I would say call me,” she glares at me. “But I don’t want you to,” I smirk. She screams something that sounds like ‘youfuckingstupidbastad’ then ‘I hate you’, and she slams the door on her way out.

  God, I seriously need to pursue this Louisa chick before I start to give a shit about these girls who cry on their way out of my bedroom.

  Chapter 6

  Louisa

  I survived a whole week at college, had a relaxing weekend back at my dad’s, and now I’m ready to start my Monday positively. A positive mind to start the day is always the way.

  I’m walking down the hall, making my way to my next class when I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I turn to see who it is, then jump back almost out of my skin. Not because I’m scared, but because the beauty of Hunter’s face is like inches away and he’s even better looking this close. I take advantage of him being so near, and take way too much notice of his beautiful navy eyes. His skin looks smooth, but he has light stubble scattering his jaw. His hair is dirty blonde and floppy, and some of it falls across his forehead. My heart stops, and I tell myself to breathe. It’s just a guy. A hot guy. But still just a guy. As I breathe in, I take in a fresh scent that radiates off his fine self. Oh, lord…

  “Hey, Blondie, I think you dropped this.” Blondie?

  I glance down at the textbook that he holds in his hands and shake my head. “That’s not mine.”

  “No?” He throws it over his shoulder and leans against the wall.

  “What the fuck?” A girl who gets hit on the head with the textbook is glancing around, but I ignore her because all I can focus on is Hunter's biceps curling when he crosses his arms. Oh, my, are they wonderful.

  “I’m Hunter by the way. Hunter Holland.”

  I wait for his hand to come out so I can shake it, or something, but all he gives me is a grin that stops the beat of my heart. Dazzling. “You have a double letter name?” What kind of question is that Lou!

  He looks amused. Of course, he does. “Yeah, all the greats have a double letter name.”

  I laugh, intrigued. “Like who?”

  He opens his mouth to say something, holds up his finger then shakes his head. “Let me get back to you on that.”

  I laugh again, relaxing a little. Only a little. “Well, nice to meet you. I have to get back to class.” I smile politely, turn on my heel and exhale. I mentally tell myself to act cool.

  “Danni DeVito.” He calls after me.

  I turn but carry on walking backwards. “Joe Jonas.” I grin.

  “Lame.” He shakes his head walking towards me. “Ryan Reynolds.”

  “Gorgeous. Kim Kardashian.”

  “Hot.” He smirks. “Peter Parker?”

  “Spiderman?” I chuckle, and turn my back on him. I exhale again, mentally tapping myself on the back for getting through that without blushing, or stuttering. But then I jump, again, because he’s walking beside me, glancing at me with those eyes. I have been dreaming about them all week. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I say uneasily.

  “I’m mentally undressing you.” He smirks devilishly.

  Woah, okay. Keep calm Lou. This is normal guy behavior. This is just not normal for you. But you can deal with it. In a grown-up way. Or run.

  “And what underwear are you imagining?” Wrong! I said grown up way, not the slutty way! Second option-run! I tightly close my eyes and bite my lip. “I did not mean to say that. I do not say things that like.”

  I walk ahead of him mortified, but he catches up to me. His eyes glance down my body—in a way that has my knees all wobbly. I need to keep balance. This is so hard.

  “Black, lace. Skimpy.” He says.

  “Wrong.” I keep talking, but mentally I’m begging myself to shut up. “I have on a cotton bra and comfy panties with a butterfly on the front.” What the? Oh, my lord. Real hot Lou. Not!

  Hunter cocks his head like he’s weighing up his options. “I can work with that.”

  I shake my head again and cringe at myself. “I did not mean to say that either. I don’t make a habit of telling guys what underwear I have on. Please don’t spread rumors about me.” What a complete prat I am.

  “Pulling girls again Hunt?”

  Hunter rolls his head back and looks exasperated as giant of a guy walks towards us. Hunter is about 6ft 3, but this guy looks about 9ft.

  “What’s it to you?”

  The giant steps forwards. “You only just fucked over my sister.”

  Hunter shoves the boy's shoulder. “Fuck off, Boris, or I’ll make your mom deep throat me again.”

  “Fuck you, Holland.” Boris snarls but retreats and turns his back on him.

  “Oh…kay.” I don’t’ know what to say, so I stand and awkwardly gape.

  “Sorry,” Hunter closes his eyes tight. “I uh, that was… forget that.”

  I clear my throat. “I really should get to class.”

  “Wait,” Hunter pulls on my arm. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He lets go of my arm and scratches the back of his head. “Because if you do, that would be bad for me.”

  I hug my textbooks to my chest. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

  Hunter exhales then smiles widely. “Good. So, you’ll let me take you out?”

  Wow. Hunter Holland has just asked me out on my second week at college. How the hell has this happened? And what the hell do I say? Do I want to go out with him? I don’t want to be distracted by guys. I have studies to get through. But do I want to go out with him?

  “I… uh…”

  “Oh shit.” Hunter gasps, pretending to be offended. “You’re going to knock me back, aren’t you?”

  I purse my lips. “By the look on your face, I’d say you never get knocked back.”

  He cocks his head. “Can you blame them?”

  I burst out laughing. “I love that you love yourself. I think everyone should.”

  He cocks his brow. “Love me, or love themselves?”

  “Themselves.” But not in a cocky way, I wanted to add. But the meaningful way.

  His eyes glance around and he looks awkward. I get the impression he doesn’t know how to deal with deep conversation. Well, it wasn’t that deep.

  “I really, really should get to class,” I whine.

  He looks like he’s considering his options again. “Let me walk you.”

  “That means you’ll be late for your class.”

  Hunter shrugs his shoulders. “Meh.”

  I roll my eyes, so he backtracks.

  “I didn’t mean that. It’s not like I don’t care. I do. I’m never late for class, but for you, I can make an exception.”

  I squeeze my shoulders together. “Lucky me.” Hunter nudges me playfully. “What’s your major?” I ask, having an overwhelming urge to know everything about this boy. Even down to the small detail of what underwear he’s wearing. Lou, don’t do this.

  “Sports sc
ience.” He says.

  “Oh,” I get a little excited. “My sister is too.”

  “What’s her name?”

  “Bree Dawson.”

  His eyes go wide. “Bree is your sister? Well, fuck me sideways. You’re about as similar as a pancake and an egg.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “That was a shit comparison.”

  We continue to walk, but I can’t help hearing high heels clipping behind us. We both turn, and a tall brunette waves her fingers at Hunter. Hunter groans and turns back around.

  “Someone else you’ve slept with?” I guess. Hunter laughs. Either that or it will be in the future.

  “Ha, no way. She dry humped my penis in biology class once.” I look at him gobsmacked. “Once.” He clarifies. “Now she thinks we’re going to have babies or some shit.”

  “Wow, the wonderful life of Hunter Holland,” I mock playfully.

  “You got that right.” He winks.

  We get to my business class, and another Rouge man is walking towards us. However, he's different. He looks anything but a rouge. His black hair is smartly styled. His flawless pale skin brings out those gorgeous green eyes he's hiding behind his black glasses that suit him something stupid.

  “Dex.” Hunter slaps his friend on the back. “Looks like you’re in the same class as Blondie. Take care of her will you. If any jerk tries to chat her up, let me know, and I’ll kill ‘em.”

  Dexter rolls his eyes. I look back at Hunter who winks at me, then bends down and presses a kiss to my forehead. He leaves while whistling a song. I stand still. Motionless. I got kissed. On the forehead. I feel like a whore.

  “Dexter.”

  I am startled back into the real world as Dexter introduces himself with a beautiful British accent and an outstretched hand for me to shake. What a gentleman.

  “Louisa. Not Blondie.” I smile and shake his hand.

  “After you.” Dexter opens the door and allows me to walk in. I find a table next to a brunette with great bangs and plonk myself beside her. I notice she discreetly glances over to Dexter, and when he catches her staring, he blushes and looks away quickly. I smile at them both. How adorable.

  She leans over to me and whispers, “Isn’t he dreamy.”

  “He is good looking, yes.” I agree. “Louisa.” I introduce myself.

  “Nicki.” As Nicki reaches over, I assume, to hug me, she knocks my textbooks and backpack off the table. Every head in the class turns.

  “Shit.” She says under her breath and quickly scrambles to pick it all up. I get down on my knees and help her, and she apologizes.

  “I’m so clumsy. I’m sorry.” She says to the class.

  “Don’t apologize for being clumsy,” I reassure her as she sits down with red glowing cheeks.

  “My boyfriend says I’m a nuisance.” She sighs. Her blue eyes fill up, and I can tell there is an underlying issue.

  “Listen, if your boyfriend doesn’t love all of you, then he’s not worth having around.”

  “But he’s Giles Boris. The captain of the football team. He’s hot. But,” She lowers her voice and leans into me again. “Dexter is my ideal someone.” She sighs again and turns her head to look at him. I look over too, but Dexter is typing away on his Apple MacBook.

  “He pokes out his tongue when he’s concentrating.” She says. “I think it’s the most adorable thing I have ever seen.” She gushes, rests her chin on her knuckles and makes no secret about watching him.

  “Has he ever asked you out?” I ask, getting my pen out—ready to write down anything that comes out of the professor’s mouth.

  She flaps a hand. “No way, Dexter never asks any girl out. He’s shy. I know everything about him, and I’ve only known him five days. I’ve had an obsessive crush on him since.”

  I smile, wanting to resume with the conversation. But not until after class. No doubt my mind will be elsewhere, because, wait a second, have I not just been asked out on a date… by the hottest guy on campus?

  Chapter 7

  Louisa

  I barge the door open when I get to my dorm. “Fallon!”

  “Hmm?” Fallon is watching TV. She’s wrapped in just a towel, lying on her bed. My mind is too busy to wonder if she even attended classes today.

  I run my hands through my hair frantically. Pacing back and forth.

  “What?” Fallon asked.

  I pace faster. “Hunter Holland asked me out on a date and kissed me on my forehead.” I rush my words out because I’m embarrassed to say them. Embarrassed or shocked. Maybe a mixture of both.

  “Hunter Holland has… what the fuck?” Fallon quickly stands up from the bed and drops her towel as her hands go into the air.

  “Oh… wow.” I close my eyes and turn my back, mortified.

  “Oh Lou, grow up. It’s a pair of perky tits and a Brazilian minge. Get over it. What did he say?”

  I turn around, making every effort not to look at her bits. “He said…” then I get distracted by boobs and turn my back again. “Fallon I can’t. You’re butt naked.”

  “Urgh.” She groans. I hear her grab the towel. “I’m modest, now tell me.”

  I turn back opening one eye, then sag and open the other one when I see she’s dressed. I should really be used to my crazy roommate already.

  “He asked me out.” I twiddle my thumbs. “And I kind of said no.”

  She nods impassively. “Okay.” Then she glares at me. “Why did you go and do a fuckwit thing like that?”

  I flop down on my bed like a dramatic teenager. But I’m nineteen. And so not dramatic. “I clammed up. I didn’t know what to say. Well actually, I said; I…I… uh… Besides, didn’t you say never to get with any of the Rouge men because they were manwhores?” I blush, my brain thinks whore is a swear word. And I don’t swear.

  “Well, yeah. But Lou, this is the one time you could lose your virginity to the campus celeb. If anyone is going to steal that v card of yours, it better be someone who can give you the ride of your life. Although, it is a little bit worrying. He’s dirty and raw, and you’re well,” she waves a hand down my body. “Pure.”

  “Exactly.” I sigh out the word.

  I’m getting overwhelmed by it all. Suddenly my college life isn’t just about work. It’s about a boy. Oh, hell no.

  “Wait,” I point my finger at her. “How do you know I’m a virgin?”

  Fallon wrinkles her nose at me. “Oh c’mon. I only have to look at you to guess.”

  “Whatever.” I say. “It doesn’t even matter now. I told him no. I won’t change my mind. I don’t want my studies to become second best to a crush.”

  Fallon’s expression turns from intrigued to mischievous. “Ah, you do like him.”

  I flop back on my bed but whack the back of my head on the wall. “Ouch! No!” And now I’m lying? Jesus, I am definitely going to hell. I tell Fallon to forget about it, put my headphones in, press play to an Owl City song and start to study.

  ***

  An hour later Fallon suddenly gets dressed after reading a text on her phone, and tells me she has something she needs to do. She’s gone so quick out of the door I don’t get chance to ask her where she’s going. She doesn’t come back until three hours later, so I guess she’s been out on a date. Maybe she didn’t want to tell me about it this time.

  “Hey,” I greet her when she makes her way back into our room. I notice she’s looking a little sheepish, and I dread to think why. I don’t ask.

  Fallon pushes my textbook off my lap, jumps onto my bed next to me and crosses her legs. “What you need is a good workout session.”

  What is she talking about? “Now? Why?”

  She playfully slaps my leg. “To work off that tense energy, I mean, being a virgin must come with frustrations, right?”

  “Um, I guess so.” Where is Fallon going with this?

  Fallon nods. “Right. I know a gym a couple of miles from here. I’ll text the directions and meet you there in about,” she glances at her watch. �
�An hour?” She gets to her feet, and I pull on her elbow.

  “Where you going now?”

  She slaps my hand away. “Never mind. I know this amazeballs instructor, you’ll love him. Just meet me there okay?”

  ***

  I get to the gym a couple of miles away from campus and store my bag in the locker. Fallon isn’t here yet, she says she’s running late, and to top off my annoyance, the receptionist tells me the instructor is also running late. That was after he gave me a pervy glance over with his eyes.

  I find a quiet corner to wait in, and when I look around, I feel completely out of place. The gym isn’t a modernized gym, it’s an old gym in a warehouse. The music that is playing is Eminem – Till I collapse. I only know it because my step brother is obsessed with Eminem. There is a boxing ring with two guys fighting each other. Sweaty bodies walk around looking lean and mean, and I start to notice that I am the only girl here. I’m about to start off with some stretches while I wait for Fallon, but because of who just walks through the door, my body is a cop out. It freezes. Failing me.

  Hunter enters the gym, loose grey sweat pants, a grey hooded sweatshirt, and he’s holding a duffel bag over his shoulder with a bottle of Gatorade in his other hand. The way he walks in is like he’s in tune with the music and he nods his head to the beat. When he spots me, firstly, he narrows his eyes, but then grins at me and has a quick word with the receptionist before looking back at me. I gulp, trying to moisten my mouth, but it’s no use because he’s walking towards me and my mouth has gone drier than a ten-year-old raisin.