My Crush, My Roommate

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ol, Goldstein Academy, he is widely considered to be one of the most accomplished boxers ever. Wow!’’ While I read his informati

th only two losses before he completed college. That year, I was on the verge of enrolli

and purposefully made a slurping sound while I researched Devon Kai

ing next to me and holding a can of soda in her hand, prodded me in an anxious

feet firmly on the floor. ‘‘But guess what,

impression that she was about to burst out laughing at any moment. ‘‘How on earth did you

I answered. ‘‘I edited everyt

ed open, and eyes widening. ‘‘Seriously, bitch?

d while a smug grin p

out in a flash if you’re not careful!’’ Rina continued to expound on many scenarios that could play out. ‘‘What will you do if

my breath. ''Besides, upperclassmen has individual rooms. I don't ha

tting my hair short and acting and dressing like a boy so I can be with him, I will do whatever it t

g would b

w, it

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acquired loose t-shirts, jeans, and boxer shorts—

e hairstyle in the photo that I had edited and submitted to Goldste

to bring my br

nt that any of my roommates come across it, I’ll just tell them that it belon

he handed me a key, hanging by the tip of his finger and focusing back on his phone and then chuckled on something

ea

mean dorm master for the

like voice, and I swallowed, suddenly af

ht blush spread across my cheeks, and before he could turn his head to look at me, I p

I came to a complete and utter

t my eyes for a moment before I opened th

with a shaky breath, not

ard him let out a l

ckpack, and pulling my suitcase. My eyes fastened to the floor as I wa

ling legs to walk out of the elevator. Pure determination held back the

d with nerves, and I covered my mouth to stop an ill-tim

lle Rivers was gone-with-the-wind, replaced by the sh

iced my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I sucked in a shaky breath---cut sh

this time around, a tall shadow cascaded over me. From behind, a bu

but I followed him into the room anyway. Much to m

ind, thanks to his reasonably tall stature and well-developed phys

him, trying to make my voice lower than

be answering and instead was seen taking boxing glov

a

seemed so familiar, that it was almost impossible. But

me of wheat fields that I'd seen in a painting, and

feel like they were going to fly out of my head. That event has left me so bewildered that I haven't really recovered from