Page 4 of Cheater and the Saint
“Ah, hell yeah,” Tayte said, flashing his pearly whites. “That’s the party dorm. I’m there, too.”
Tayte’s light brown hair touched the middle of his ears, and his brown eyes were the kind that looked almost black. He was a guy who called himself straight but was curious about experimenting with sex, which was how we’d hooked up. Not that I liked putting labels on people, but I got the impression he was maybe bi. Like me.
At first, it had been confusing for me, too. It’d taken me a while to discover myself, but once I understood it—understood that there were others like me—I no longer felt alone. And no, being bisexual wasn’t why I was a slut. There were plenty of bisexual people who were happily monogamous with their partners.
I just wasn’t one of them.
“I’ll catch up with you later, okay? Just gonna find my room and fuckin’ hope I don’t have a downer for a roommate.”
Tayte laughed. “Good luck with that.”
I walked across the lawn toward Building A. In order to get into the building after hours, there was a place to scan your student ID to unlock the door, but during the daytime, it wasn’t locked, so I opened it and entered the lobby area. It wasn’t too fancy of a dorm, but it was nice.
A lounge area was to the right, with couches, colorful armchairs, and a flat screen TV. Some girls were on the couch, giggling about something, and I winked when one of them caught my eye.
I checked my sheet again and saw I was on the third floor in room 26C. After checking in at the front desk and getting my room key, I headed toward the staircase. The elevator was tempting, but I needed to stretch my legs after the long drive.
Each floor was separated into wings, girls to the right and boys to the left, so I went toward the left side. I had to scan my student ID to get into the actual hall to the dorms. A pain in the ass, yeah, but the security was great. As I walked down the hallway, I heard loud music blaring from one room, laughter coming from another, and someone already practicing a fucking trombone in another.
I might have to strangle my roommate if he was a musician.
Reaching my door, I slid the key into the lock and opened it. The kitchen was to the left, the living room was straight ahead, and a hallway was to the right where I was sure the bedrooms and bathroom were. The place was quiet. Dark.
Maybe my roommate hadn’t arrived yet.
Heading down the hall, I noticed a faint light coming through the first slightly ajar door on the right. The only sound was the light clicking of keys on a laptop. I rapped on the door with my knuckles before pushing it open.
The guy flipped around in his desk chair to look at me, and I was kind of stunned stupid at first.
He was like a perfect balance between nerd and jock; having the lean, muscled body of a swimmer, but also the style of a nerd with his perfectly fixed short blond hair and glasses. His bottom lip was plump and perfect for sucking on, and his top one was a bit thinner. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes from my distance, but it was impossible to miss the wide-eyed innocence of them.
And his room was way too perfect. The bed was already made, and there wasn’t even a wrinkle in the blanket. A small stack of notebooks sat on the edge of the desk, perfectly aligned, and a cup with black pens sat beside them.
“Hey, I’m Leo,” I said after too long of a silence. “Your new roommate. Just thought I’d introduce myself, so you don’t, like, freak the fuck out if you hear someone walking around.”
He looked like he wanted to smile, but he fought it and instead gave a curt nod. “Nice to meet you.”
When he turned back around to his laptop, I stared at the back of his head, confused. “Um. Aren’t you going to tell me your name? That’s only the polite thing to do when you meet someone.”
Asshole.
He stopped typing, but didn’t turn around. “I’m Saint. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
Well, fuck you, too, buddy.
Knowing when I wasn’t wanted, I left his room and continued down the hall to find mine. It was set-up exactly like his, with a desk against the far wall, a bed on the other, a dresser, and a closet. A decent sized window was beside the desk, and I approached it to check out the view.
From that high up, I could see the clock tower a few buildings over, as well as the lawn Tayte and the other guys had been on when I’d arrived.
I refused to let a stuck-up roommate get me down, so I tossed my bags on the bed before pulling out my phone. Maybe there was a party or something happening that night. And if not, maybe I could get Tayte and a few others to come over and hang anyway.
A text came through.
Heath:You make it ok?
Me:Yeah. In the dorm and unpacking now.
Heath:Liar. You aren’t unpacking shit.
