Chapter 2

I stared blankly into his eyes, unmoving. I felt like a moth drawn to a porch light on a summers night. And boy were his porch lights bright. I peered up and down at him. He wore black jogger jean pants, a white supreme shirt and what looked like two hoodies he was wearing over it. On top of all that it looked like he was wearing off white sneakers. Classic rich fuck boy fit. I could tell he had muscle, but not too much. I quickly stopped staring and reverted back to my uncaring look. Who is this stranger? What makes him think he can just barge into my apartment like this uninvited. My eyes glared like daggers.

"Who?" I asked, not paying attention to his name before. I crossed my arms and gave him a bored look. He dropped his smile at my question.

"Oh, uhh Garfield?" He seemed puzzled. He's easily submissive. Perfect.

"Are you not sure?" I pressed. The tip of his eyebrows rose to the sky. He shook his head as if he were an etch a sketch, erasing a thought in his mind.

"Yeah, I'm sure!" He laughed awkwardly.

"What is your purpose?" I asked.

"Uhh, what?" He questioned. I groaned in annoyance.

"What are you doing here?" I" I snapped and facepalmed myself.

"Oh! Duh. I heard from Rich you're desperately trying to find a roommate and I'm desperate for a place to live." He smiled as if he just won a trophy. I gawked. Um, what?

"Richard that asshole." I whispered to myself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." I looked back up at the stranger and avoided looking into his eyes, they're strangely entrancing.

"So what do you say? Roomie." He played with his hair and bit his lip. Iconic fuck boy move. Is he trying to seduce me? Hell no. I ignored his poor attempt of a flirt and continued to look uninterested.

"Sorry, but you have the wrong place." I fibbed through my teeth. I attempted to slam the door in his face but he grabbed it before I could.

"No. Apartment 12 right?" He pointed at the faded gold lettering on my door that did, in fact, read 12. He looked a bit confused as if he were contemplating his direction skills in his head.

"Wrong building." I attempted to close the door again with more strength but he kept holding it, stopping me. I scoffed.

"Nope. 34 south Titans Avenue." He spoke.

"Wrong city." I argued. By now his whole body was halfway inside my apartment stopping me from even moving my door even an inch. I slammed into my door trying to push him out but he didn't budge. He stood strong and tall, it was kind of attractive.

"Jump City." He said with a smirk and his boyish charm. I cursed myself for looking into his eyes again. Something about them made me weak. My face contorted into a scowl.

"Wrong country." I attempted to slam the door with all of my strength, banging my whole body into the door. I groaned in a bit of pain but mostly with annoyance.

"United States of America." He pushed the door open taking me with it. I jumped back as he took a step inside. " Look, Raven." He said with air quotes. "Can you please stop wasting my time and tell me if I can move in or not." He said with a huff.

"Great. You can't move in." I monotoned, my voice dripping with poison. I shut the door in his face and stormed away. Asshole.

I walked away from my door getting ready to wrap myself up in my blanket again but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a flood of knocks coming from outside my door. I turned towards the noise and stomped my way over to the annoying stranger. I swung the door open.

"What!" I yelled. The man on the other side had a look of relief on his face that soon set into distress.

"Please, I really need a place to live. My parents stopped lending me money and I have nowhere to go. I'm desperate. I'm begging you. Please." He pleaded. Wow, he really was desperate, it looked like he was about to get on his knees. I looked confused at the poor man and almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"I really don't care." I pronounced in a monotone pitch. I attempted to shut the door, and like a routine, he stopped me. He looked a tad bit hurt in his pools of green. I tried not to look, nor give in.

"Why don't you go bother someone else with your little sob story." I looked away impassively.

"I really don't have anywhere else to go. Richard said you're my best option."

My eyes shot up at Richard's name being mentioned. Richard is my best friend, he wouldn't pair me with a complete lunatic, right? I stared at the boy standing in front of me. I looked him up and down once more. I bit my lip. He has a really nice body… Snap out of it Raven, its decision time.

"You said you were staying with Vic?" I asked.

"Yep." He answered quickly, forgetting what we were talking about before.

"Victor Stone?"

"Yes." He answered again.

"And you're friends with Rich?" I interrogated.

"Yeah, best buds." He answered slowly and skeptically. How strange that this "Garfield" supposedly is friends with two of my closest friends to date, and they've never mentioned anything about him before. I was a little irritated at them for not telling me about this stranger earlier.

"What are you friends with Kori too?" I spat. He was unaffected by my show of exasperation.

"Yeah, she's like my sister." He smiled. I scoffed once more and looked away.

"Come in," I muttered through my teeth.

"Sweet!" He exclaimed.

I gestured him towards my couch. I sat atop my blanket and he sat awkwardly on a chair right across from where I was. He sat slowly, legs apart and rested his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. I stared at him with contempt written all across my face. He looked back at me in an uncomfortable way, he soon sat back in his chair properly. I smirked. I liked that he was nervous around me.

"So Garfield," I spoke while leaning back and taking a sip of my now room temperature coffee. His head perked up fro hearing his name. "Tell me a little bit about yourself." I quired. I needed to learn about my potential new roommate somehow.

"Umm," He looked confused as if he'd never been asked that before. "Sorry I've just never been asked that before." He sheepishly said while scratching the back of his neck. I smirked. Knew it.

"Well, my name is Garfield." He slowly said. "Garfield Logan. I grew up in Jump City. My parents are Steve and Rita Dayton." My eyebrows perked up at this news. Steve and Rita Dayton are one of the more respected, rich people in town. His cheeks started to get hot red and he was fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm going to Jump City University and majoring in zoology." Wow, zoology major. Maybe he wasn't such an idiot after all. "Oh, and I love mopeds!" Nevermind.

He did seem like an okay guy, son of rich successful parents, friends with all my friends, and possibly smart.

"Why'd your parents stop giving you money?" I innocently asked and took another sip.

"Oh." He looked away nervously. "Well, you see… I spent it all on… books! Yeah, textbooks and shit. You know how expensive school is." He chuckled. I frowned. A liar. That goes in the con list.

"Anyway, why am I just answering all your questions. How bout you tell me something about yourself." He leaned forward in his seat.

"Well okay if you want." I shrugged and put my coffee down. "My name is Raven Roth. I also grew up in Jump City. I supported myself all my life, alone with no help. I passed high school, got into college, got my own apartment and job all in the same year. I am an all honors English major and I'm going to get my masters degree two years earlier than everyone else. I am fluent in 6 different languages, I probably have read all the books in the university library. And oh! I like tea." His mouth was agape and he couldn't take his eyes off of me. I smirked and leaned back into my couch, taking my coffee with me.

"Well… Um if you like tea so much then why are you drinking coffee?" He accused. I rolled my eyes. After all that, coffee is what he cares most about?

"Kori left it here and I was just finishing it off smart ass." His smile dropped into a frown at my response.

"Why does this matter anyway? Can I be your roommate or not?" He snapped.

"Calm down I was just trying to get to know my roommate better." His ears jumped up as so did he.

"Roommate? Does this mean…"

"Yes, you can be my roommate Garfield." I answered. Even though he did seem like an idiot there were more pros than cons. Sure he was a stranger but a stranger that knew all my friends, so he must not be that bad.

"Wait," I said. He looked at me and sat back down. "Do you have a steady job to guarantee you'll pay your part of the rent every month?" I requested. I can't believe I almost forgot to ask.

"Yeah duh, who do you think I am Rae?" He said with a smile. I shot daggers at him.

"Don't call me Rae." I spat. He backed off with a look of fear on his face.

"Alright, no nicknames got it."

I took him on a little tour of my apartment. I showed him where he could put all of his food in the cupboards, the bathroom; I made sure to tell him to always flush and put the lid down when is done, his room, and finally my room.

"Don't ever go into my room." I berated.

"I wouldn't dream about it, Rae." He smiled an endearing smile and I almost smiled back. Damn his boyish charm.

"Seriously. Stop it." I commanded. He held his hands up defensively and laughed. I dismissed him and looked away.

"By the way, You can call me Gar."

"Gar?" I repeated.

"Of course! That's what all my friends call me." He grinned. I felt a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarming in my stomach. I looked away, hoping he didn't notice my tainted red cheeks. I grabbed the extra key sitting on my kitchen island. I tossed it to him.

"Welcome home. Garfield."

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