Page 4 of Weak Side

Great.A big ol’ jock.

To be fair, his side of the room wasn’t really messy. That could mean he just got here like the rest of us, or maybe he wasn’t as bad as I was making him out to be. His bed was lumpy, the covers laying oddly. But other than that, things were in their rightful place.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

I nodded to myself in acceptance, turned to the mirror, and began messing with my hair before my shift. But just as quickly as I put my back to my new roommate's bed, I jumped at the high-pitched shriek and spun back around.

“Get out!”

Stunned, frozen, and a bit pissed off, I slapped my hands over my eyes, and I took back every rational thought I had in accepting the predicament I had just found myself in.

“What the hell!” I screeched, putting my back to the girl.

Excuse me. Thenakedgirl.

“Get out right now, you… You… You…slut!”

Did she just callmea slut? I wasn’t sure if it was the realization that my life was a joke or if it was because I was so incredibly thrown off by the set of boobs in my face, but all of a sudden, a laugh bubbled up from deep within my stomach, and I continuously laughed until the door to the dorm opened up. The light from the hallway filtered in, illuminating me, along with the Playboy wannabe, to an audience full of smirking guys—one of whom was likely my new roommate.

He wasn’t even fully in the room yet, and I was already sweating in my spot. He was tall and had broad shoulders and a jawline that belonged in a magazine. He called over his shoulder, his voice smooth but still lingering with an edge of humor. “Why are you all acting like you want to fuck me?”

The very second he turned the rest of the way into the room, my stomach dipped so swiftly that I couldn’t even pretend that it didn’t happen. His light-green eyes full of mirth settled on me, and I had to blink past my loss of words. A pocket formed in between his eyebrows a moment later as confusion took over, and silence stretched around us until his gaze shifted over to the naked girl in his bed.

“Out.” His strong arms crossed over his damp, gray t-shirt, and he suddenly seemed taller with the air of authority that surrounded him with his single demand—as if he were used to getting his way.

“I was here first!” Naked Barbie pushed her boobs out, trying to gain his attention. Which worked.Typical.“And I came prepared.” Her voice resembled a whiny child’s, but I was pretty sure she was trying to be arousing.

I laughed again before turning away. I silently cursed the luck I seemed to have in every situation I found myself in. “Is this a joke?”

“How did you two get in here?” The jock walked over to the girl and covered her up with his blanket. “Where are your clothes? Get dressed. And get out.”

“What?” She pouted. “You want me to get dressed?!”

“I want you…”—he glanced at me, running his gaze down my body quickly, which had me straightening my shoulders, as if I needed to prove something to him—“puck bunnies to get the hell out of my room. How did you even find out where I was rooming? Was it Rusty? I’m going to fucking kill him.”

My arms flew down by my sides, and I stepped forward, inserting my refusal to be grouped into the same category as the naked girl in his bed. “I am not a puck bunny!” I shouted.

His green eyes swung back over to me, and he looked at me the same way Chad looked at me when I talked about opening my own dance studio one day—which, by the way, he found completely baffling.

“Then, who are you? And why are you in my room?” He looked back at Barbie and nearly growled, “Get dressed.”

My stern voice grew soft as I tried to lessen the blow that had nearly knocked me down an hour prior when I realized the situation I was in. “I’m Claire. Your new roommate.”

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Theo

I could hearthe laughter echoing in the hallway, even with my door shut. My traps ached, and the sweat on my back that had dried from my earlier workout was now beginning to form again as anger gnawed on my nerves.

“I’m Claire. Your new roommate.”

My head swung to the tiny but mighty brunette standing off to the side, who was fully dressed and not at all your typical puck bunny. It pleased me that she was so perturbed when I labeled her as such that I kind of wanted to do it again, just to see her tiny nose scrunch and her cheeks blaze with an angry heat, but I was honestly too blinded by the words that had just spewed from her mouth that I couldn’t do anything but gape.

“Excuse me?” I said, fully ignoring the huffs and puffs coming from theactualpuck bunny. She sounded like the fucking wolf fromThe Three Little Pigs.

“This”—Claire waved her hand over to the naked chick—“isn’t going to work if I’m going to be rooming with you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

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