Leila's POV
I swiftly parked my car in the school's parking lot and got out, grabbed my bag from the trunk and setting it down with a humph. I slowly closed the trunk and grabbed my luggage, striding up towards the College I have always dream of attending and lo and behold I got accepted.
I pushed the glass doors open and stepped inside, my eyes darted around the lounge in search of anyone who can assist me and when I was mere seconds away from giving up and finding my own way around here my eyes landed on a short woman standing behind a desk.
I casually walked up to her, pulling my lips into a comforting smile as I placed my hand on the desk and leaned forward. She peered up from the computer sitting before her and smiled in return, there was a peculiar look on her face as she gazed at me, almost like no student ever speaks to her. Well I really don't have a choice.
"How may I help you?"
"My name is Leila Hart and I'm not sure if I'm in the right wing of the building but I was instructed to come I guess, I--" she suddenly cut me off before I could finish my sentence by placing her hands in front of my face in a halting motion. I pursed my lips in a thin line and frowned deeply.
"Oh right miss Hart, you were supposed to be here yesterday like all the other students who enrolled. I'm sorry to inform you but your dorm room is currently occupied by other students due to the overflow yesterday."
"W-what? No, registration is today isn't it?" I mumbled frantically. She narrowed her eyes in response and sighed deeply as she shook her head, no doubt biting back a snappy response as she visibly collected herself. My father told me it was today, something makes me suspect that he sabotaged me, my father is a lot of things but this. . . he couldn't have done this.
"Miss Hart would you rather take this up with the school's dean? He could get you your room but it's going to take a considerable amount of time and I doubt you would want to wait. I could however assign you to an exclusive room but everything comes with a price and there is a catch. At the moment it is the only available room and it takes up to months to get another available one, so what will it be?"
So basically my choices are to wait for the dean who might not be able to get me a room since everyone is occupied and mine is taken or I get an exclusive room that basically comes with a catch. I'm in no position to turn down any prepositions, if I don't get a room now I'm not sure what I'll do.
So I took the offer and was kindly handed my schedule and room number.
I thanked the receptionist and took down the hallway. As I took my leave I practically ran when the elevator door began to slide shut. "Hey wait, hold up!" I shouted frantically as I approached the sliding doors.
A hand shot out quickly, preventing the doors from closing and I stepped in quickly, thanking whoever helped me.
My eyes scanned around the elevator and soon widened when I realized what was standing next to me, or rather who.
A tall slender guy stood beside me, his brown hair cascaded down his back, so silky that I was tempted to run my hands through them. His arms however were littered with tattoos of all designs; a star, a rose, a boat anchor and much more, I could tell it ran all the way up his arm but only half his shirt was rolled up.
He wore a beige stripped dress shirt that was unbuttoned from the neck down, showing off a bit of his toned chest and he wore a pair of tight black jeans that hugged his body perfectly and black boots.
I trailed my gaze from his body to his face and realized he was already staring at me, a smile stretched on his utterly beautiful face, showing off his white pearly teeth.
He shoved his hands in his pocket and swept my body with his intense gaze. "You don't look too bad yourself." His British voice sang out.
He's British as well!?
Hot damn!
I coughed nervously as a blush crept onto my face. He suddenly extended his hands and winked directly at me flirtatiously. Okay buddy coming on a bit too strong here. "The name's Peter," he smiled.
I took his hands in mine and shook it lightly. His fingers purposely grazed mine when I pulled away and his lips slid into a mischievous smirk. "Leila," I responded.
"Can I call you lei?" He exclaimed sheepishly. Well he's not the only one who calls me that so why the hell not. "Yeah my boyfriend calls me that so sure," I shrugged nonchalantly. I knew I didn't have to bring up my boyfriend but it was the only subtle way to tell him that I'm taken.
He arched his brows questionably and huffed out in what seemed to be disbelief. "You have a boyfriend?"
I nodded and pointed to the elevator door that slid open. He sighed and nodded in my direction before stepping out. "I'm sure we can fix that," was all he said before he stalked away. Another blush crept onto my face when he suddenly ran back to the elevator, stopping the door from closing once again.
He pulled out something from his pocket, leaned in towards me and slipped it into my front pocket.
I watched in confusion as he winked and ran back out. I clicked my floor number and let my gaze snap towards the paper he slipped in my pocket.
I pulled it out and realized a number was jotted down in cursive on the sheet of paper, next to the number were the initials P.F.
I rolled my eyes and pushed the paper back into my pocket, just in time for the elevator doors to open so I could step out. I pulled out my dorm room number and glanced at each door for mine. Finally I reached at the end of the hall and glanced up.
The numbers 210 hung above the door and I smiled widely when I finally realized it was my dorm room. I sauntered inside and realized someone was already there, probably my roommate, "Hi!" I exclaimed as I set my bags down beside the foot of the bed.
I widened my eyes when I realized it was a guy standing in the corner of the room. He had no shirt on at the moment and his bare chest was staring right at my face. I trailed my eyes downwards and gawked at his v shaped torso before snapping my gaze away in embarrassment.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" He suddenly snapped, I widened my eyes in shock and peered down at my slip to make sure I was in the right room and indeed I was.
"T–this is my dorm room?" I mumbled as my eyes scanned the room. It didn't look like an ordinary dorm room and what caught my eye was the single bed sitting in the middle.
What the hell.
"Are you a professor?" He scoffed as he placed his hands on his hips and glared at me. His voice was laced with a heavy Scottish accent but I could hear him trying to sooth it out so it almost sounded British. So I've met a Scot and a Brit and they're both. . .never mind.
I confusedly stared at him and shook my head frantically. "Then what is a brat doing in my room?"
A WHAT!?
I scoffed and moved towards him in long strides before shoving the slip of paper into his chest and rolling my eyes when he snatched it away and glanced down at it. "This has to be a mistake!" He shook his head vigorously as he glared at it in horror.
"Well it's not and this is my room so get the hell out."
He peered up from the paper, his face scrunched upwards in disgust as he stared at me. "This is my room brat, this school can't mix up a student and a teacher, that is literally illegal!" He exclaimed as he shoved the paper back into my chest.
I recoiled in shock by his revelation and stared at him in amazement. "You, a professor? that's got to be a joke!" I cackled humorously.
His blank stare caught me off guard and led me to believe that this man was not joking around. Oh shit is he really a professor!? "I'm Mr Kingston, an English professor."
"How old are you!?" I exclaimed loudly, he scoffed once again and pivoted on his heels before retrieving a t-shirt from his bag and slipping it on. "Older than you that's for sure brat."
Wow, never knew a professor could be such a jerk. "Can you stop calling me a brat, do I look like a brat to you!"
He waved me off before slipping on a pair of sneakers. "Come on brat, we need to make sure that this is a mistake." I followed in suit behind him, frowning at the back of his head as I contemplated kicking him or not. Well come on Leila you'll get kicked out of school on your first day.
But I swear if he calls me a Brat ONE MORE TIME.
He stumbled into the elevator and motioned for me to follow. I followed in suit behind him and stood far away from him as he pushed the ground button. I took this moment to go through some messages on my phone, I mean I don't have any friends.
Like none what so ever, the only people I have in my phone are Reese and my dad. I was never the popular type of person at my school. I did have friends before but when he died they all left me instead of sticking by my side. The only person I could have really counted on was Reese but he left school before I did so I was alone for an entire year.
When the elevator hit ground floor we both stumbled out and strode towards the receptionist table quickly. The woman from earlier peered up from her files and smiled widely. "Mr Kingston! hi, is there a problem?"
He smiled back and I frowned at how fast his demeanor changed, this man is a DEVIL! "This young lady right here was wrongly assigned to my room, this must be a mistake, in what world has a professor and a student share a room, I'd like to speak to the Dean." He exclaimed sternly.
She looked down at her computer and began typing away furiously. Her brows scrunched together almost in confusion and she tutted before peering back up. "No this isn't a mistake Mr Kingston, miss Hart was correctly assigned to your room, like I told her it's this or nothing."
"What the heck, No no no, I'm a professor! I can't have a student in the same room as me!"
"Miss Hart came in a day late and due to the overflow of students all the dorms were taken so we just assigned her to yours since you're the youngest professor here it seemed somewhat appropriate. You're roommates now!"
You have got to be kidding me.
I have to share a dorm room with this pig of a professor? He narrowed his eyes at me before looking back at the receptionist and smiling sweetly.
"Thanks for nothing." He gritted out before he pushed himself off the counter and marched away angrily, I quickly thanked her before trailing behind Mr Kingston quickly.
When we arrived back at the dorm I quietly moved towards my bag and unzipped it, immediately catching his attention for some reason. "You, stay in your section, don't talk to me, don't get up in my personal business just. . .don't."
Okay Mr–I'm-a-jerk-face-and-I-hate-kids-although-I-look-like-one.
I glared at him before nodding my head and pulling my bag closer to the bed, I sat down and soon realized that this isn't going to work out well tonight.
"Where am I supposed to sleep then!?" I asked, snapping my eyes towards him. He shrugged with a smug look on his face before saying the words that made me dislike him even more.
"Sleep on the floor."