Accidentally Roommates with The Campus Star

Jasmine's POV

I knew something was wrong the moment I turned the doorknob and realized the door wasn’t even locked.

My eyes widen until my pupils feel like they might burst at the scene before me.

This can’t be fucking real.

As if being assaulted by loud music blasting the moment I stepped inside wasn’t enough, the living room looks like the aftermath of a club.

It is disheveled, paper cups scattered across the floor, half-empty bottles on the tables, chip packets litter everywhere.

This can’t be my new apartment.

I step back to check the number on the door. Of course, the letter ‘B’ is boldly written.

My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts.

It’s Bella.

I take the call, while opening my designated room door.

“Did you find the place?” I struggle to hear her over the noise.

“Yes” I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.

“How’s it?”

Thank goodness, the music finally stops.

“Bearable, I guess”

“Have you found out who your roommate is?”

“Not yet”

I’m not even excited to know the person. This whole apartment reeks of recklessness.

“You should. Who knows, it could be some hot guy and…”

I cut her off instantly,

“Definitely not interested in that. Besides, once they fix the dorm’s plumbing issue, I’ll move back immediately”

I can feel her rolling her eyes.

“Have you fully settled?”

“My bags are still in the living room, but I’m currently in my room” I eye the well-furnished spacious bedroom.

This is  way nicer than what I paid for. I’m glad that it has enough space for me to set up my art materials. I just hope I don’t suffer for being lucky…

Then I hear it.

A sharp moan, followed by a hand banging against the wall. A wet, frantic sound that makes my stomach lurch.

“Wait… did someone just moan?” Bella laughs out.

Oh god, she heard it too.

“She must really be getting it hot. This way we know that your roommate is fun”

“Yes…yes… ahh…faster…”

Oh shit.

My hand instantly covers my mouth, trying to stop the bile from rising at the back of my throat.

I don’t even know how to feel.

Is my roommate the girl being banged next door or the guy fucking her?

Either way, both options don't sound nice at all.

“You still here Jas?”

“Yeah” I mutter.

“Are you sure you can stay there?”

“Well I don’t have a choice”

“Let me know when you are done settling in. We still have to finish the assignment together”

“Let’s meet at the school’s library tonight” I can’t invite her over to this god-forsaken place.

If not for the fact that I have no other place to stay, and this was the only available room put up for rent, I’d have left the moment I came in.

“You don’t want me there?” She teases.

“Seven PM please” I hiss, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Okay baby girl. Get some chips while coming. Love ya” she hangs up.

‘Chips’

I’m reminded of the state of the living room. Do I start now to clean up after my disorderly roommate?

But I can’t stand it looking that way.

I have barely a few hours to meet up with Bella, and I haven’t even unpacked. I can’t do it tomorrow, I have an early morning class.

I grit my teeth at the extra work I have to do.

“Tie me” the girl’s sultry voice sounds again.

“You want to switch things up?”

For the first time, I hear the guy’s voice.

Gruff, and oddly familiar.

Fuck it.

I bang my room door shut behind me, immediately opening one of my suitcases to fish out my head phones.

It’s time to clean up, I guess.

It’s been three long hours, and I have successfully cleaned up the living room, unpacked, arranged my stuff, but I couldn’t set up my painting space.

The canvases, brush sets, palettes, and packets of paint are neatly arranged at the corner of the room. I’ll set them up after classes tomorrow.

Besides, I still need to visit the dorm to pick out the rest of my paintings that weren't destroyed by the water.

Best girl: ‘I’m on my way to the library’

Bella’s text pops on my screen.

‘See you soon. Let me get the chips’

I shoot back.

There is barely any time for me to shower, I just put my unruly hair in a tight bun, and head towards the kitchen, where I had arranged my food supplies in the empty space left in the cabinets.

My feet immediately glue to the floor. I take in the half-naked tall guy whose back is facing me as he leans over the counter, chugging milk straight from the bottle like a maniac.

This makes my stomach churn, there is literally a glass in front of him.

The white towel is loosely wrapped on his waist, my breath shallows. I fear that the last piece of clothing on him would drop with any little movement.

“You can stop staring now” his voice juggles me out of my thoughts.

Is he my roommate?

I’m about to ask, but he turns around, finally facing me.

My jaw almost drops.

This is Xavier Alexander, the rugby’s captain, and….  the most popular guy on campus.

He’s known for being loud, throwing wild parties, and somehow being adored by everyone.

No, this can’t be.

No wonder the voice was familiar.

“You’re drooling” the confidence is unmistakable in his voice.

I stop myself from saying anything.

I just pray that this isn’t the person I’ll be sharing my apartment with, cause if it is, then I’m about to live in my worst nightmare.

He sets the milk bottle on the counter, and starts walking towards me.

My stomach twists with each step that he takes. I don’t move, instead I hold his gaze, promising myself that I’ll punch his face if he does something stupid.

He stops just a foot away, leaning in, his chest nearly brushing my shoulder, the smell of sandalwood and a hint of sweat fills my nostrils.

With his lips hovering against the shell of my ear, I can feel the vibration of his voice.

Nothing prepares me for what he says next.