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~ Room D-250 - 11:30 PM ~

Stella lay back on her bed ignoring the rest of the world. She lazily hugged her pillow while snuggling into the warm covers of her bed. Ahh...she cooed with pleasure. This was life. Heh, what could anyone want anything more than this? She didn't feel like moving. Her body was sore in many places from moving her luggage here and there and she just wanted to rest. Her hair loosely spilled around her in waves.

She lazily flipped through her phone and surfed random things. She let out a small gasp when the door suddenly burst open. She didn't even bother to look at the intruder. It was clearly her mannerless roommate. He was finally back after storming out on her this morning.

Brandon took off his shoes and was actually surprised to see his bratty roommate laying there. He half hoped that she'd be out at this time probably screwing someone, but hey. Luck just isn't on his side these days. He took off his jacket and hung it up in his closet before going to the bathroom to shower and change. He emerged many minutes later with comfortable night clothes on and damp hair.

He flopped onto his bed with a grunt and rested his back against the headboard. A second later, he leaned over and turned on the air-conditioner.

Stella's eyes popped open wide when she felt a sudden inrush of cold air. "Holy...!" she sat up sharply. "Can you turn that thing off?"

Brandon pretended like the vile creature ten feet away didn't speak at all. He took his phone and plugged in his ear phones. He turned up the music high enough to zone out her irritating (not really) voice.

Stella let out a low angry growl at his snippy attitude. God, she only saw him for like two minutes today and she already hated him. She threw off the sheets from her body and got down from the bed. Her teeth chattered at the cool air ruffling her hair wildly.

"EXCUSE ME!" Stella yelled angrily but Brandon still ignored her. He kept tracing his fingers left and right through his phone. And this made his female roommate angrier. Stella tapped her foot impatiently. If the remote for the air conditioner wasn't in his hands, she'd be this close to biting his head off. And she's not sure if that feeling is literal or just figurative.

She stopped at the edge of his bed. "EXCUSE ME!" she shouted once again. When he had the gall to outright ignore her again, Stella huffed. In an impulsive movement, she forcefully pulled his earphones out of his ears and plucked the phone right out of his hands. He looked at her incredulously along with tossing her a clearly pissed off glare. He sat up with fire flashing in his eyes.

"When I told you to not talk to me, then don't you have the common sense to realize that touching is prohibited?! You better give me back my stuff right now," he warned lowly.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Turn off the air conditioner right now," Stella crossed her arms angrily. "It's August! And it's not even hot outside!"

"It is to me," he stubbornly retorted right on cue. "Give. Me. Back. My. Stuff. I won't ask again," he threatened angrily.

"Or what?" Stella smirked slightly while clutching his phone tighter.

She let out an audible gasp when he suddenly shot up from his bed. He towered over her intimidatingly that she couldn't help but cower just a little. A smirk made itself onto his lips as he realized his advantage over hers. Seriously though. How the hell did she think she could fend him off with that kind of personality? She's barely half his size.

"Or...I make you," he smirked while taking a step towards her.

Stella nearly yelped when their toes touched and she instantly backed away. She gasped when the back of her knees hit the side of her bed. "Nowhere to run..." he teased while covering the distance between them in half a stride.

She bit her lip at their sudden proximity. It made her downright uncomfortable because in all honesty, she was scared of this man. Oh, why couldn't she suck it up and just sleep while freezing her butt off?! But nooooooo. Instead, she had to act a little too cockily and snatch his toys.

"Um...h-here," she stuttered as she held them out to him.

He crossed his arms but didn't bother moving. He stared long and hard at her before taking or rather, snatching, his stolen device. "Try crossing your limits again and I will personally make you regret it," he snapped, clearly expressing his distaste for her. He turned around instantly and jumped onto his bed.

Stella cast her eyes to her feet. What had she done to this man? Why is he so insistent on shaming her like this? Sighing, she shivered as the air only went colder. Well...

I guess today's gonna be a long night, she sighed softly to herself. Maybe fighting over the air conditioner had been a little overboard but she never did like the cold. She was more of a sunshine person. Cold air and even the mere mention of snow...they all just made her uncomfortable. She frowned as she threw the thick duvet over her head.

And it didn't help that she's got a ridiculously hot-tempered roomie. Ugh. This year hasn't even started yet and she couldn't wait for it to be over already.

"Bastard," she cursed under her breath. To her relief, he didn't seem to hear it. Or even if he did, he chose not to care. Prick.

She closed her eyes and stifled a small yawn. She never realized how tired her body felt from today's unpacking events until she dozed off into a disturbed slumber. Her sleep would've been much more pleasant if the room isn't as freezing as it is now.

...

~ 1:30 AM ~

Brandon's ear twitched to a soft whimper. His eyes blinked open rapidly as the sound only grew stronger. His eyes slowly opened as a displeased grunt escaped his lips. He sat up slowly with confusion not understanding why he was up at this late hour. He took his phone out and switched it on. The bright light emitting from the device showed a half hour past one in the morning.

Another soft whimper snapped his eyes fully open. His head automatically turned to the source of the disturbing sound, which was Stella's bed. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes adjusted themselves in the dark. He heard another sniffle. The hell? Is she...crying? he thought.

He stood up from the bed. He walked to the switches near the door and turned the light on. "Stella?" he called. He huffed and marched up to her bed. He rolled his eyes when he practically saw her being buried inside her thick blanket. Dramatic much?

His eyebrows hunched together in confusion when he heard another repeated set of soft moans. The hell? He slowly removed the blanket covering her body. "Stella, do you mind not-"

He stopped all of a sudden as his eyes swiftly lost their color for a second. She was silently sleeping on her back but her forehead held small creases, indicating a very troubled sleep. She seemed so...pale white that it nearly scared him. "Stella?" he moved his fingers to shake her but stopped at the last moment, wondering whether or not touch her. Instead, he grabbed the blanket covering her and wiggled it around.

"Stella!" he said sharply. He watched the blonde stir slowly.

Stella fluttered open her eyelids slowly and tiredly rubbed her eyes. She let out a small scream when she saw Brandon hovering by her bed. She sat up with a jolt and scooted back to the wall in fright. He watched with amusement at her reaction and crossed his arms.

"Well, that was unexpected," he smirked smoothly.

"W-What do you want?" she stammered while staring at him with wide eyes.

He rolled his eyes. "You were the one who acted like you were in pain. And you look pale like you're gonna die any second."

At that moment, she sneezed. She sneezed a few more times. Her eyes fluttered open and close sleepily. Unable to utter anything else, she pointed to the rush of cold air coming from the AC. His eyes traced her line of sight before realization dawned on him.

Oh.

He took a good look at her.

"Can you leave now and let me sleep?" she snapped angrily. Muttering something along the lines of what a jerk he was, she grumbled as she shifted herself back to the covers. She pulled the duvet over her head.

He sighed when he saw the blanket tremble slightly, obviously from her shivering. "You are utterly unbelievable. Useless idiot," he grumbled loud enough so that she can perfectly hear him. "Keep the noise down, blondie. I'm a light sleeper," he snapped.

Angrily, Stella opened her mouth to say something but kept quiet. She'll get her revenge soon enough. So he wanted to play dirty and make it harder for her, right? He just needed to keep waiting till the morning. She'll hatch a perfect plan meanwhile. Jerk.

~ The Next Morning - 7:00 AM ~

Stella looked at herself in the mirror and combed gently through her long hair. She tossed it into a sleek high ponytail and combed her bangs out. She didn't bother herself with excess makeup and simply applied some lip balm. She wore a full sleeved creme cotton sweater and paired it with black skinny jeans and black high heeled boots.

She walked out of the bathroom and slipped in silently to the bedroom. She walked towards her backpack and packed her books. She majored in English and Literature. She smirked at the twenty-year old male peacefully sleeping on his bed.

Too bad that his peaceful slumber won't be so peaceful afterall. Giggling to herself, she tiptoed to the bathroom and brought out the bucket of cold water she had especially filled just for her dearest roomie.

Now he'll get all the coldness he wanted, she muttered to herself quietly while waltzing back to the room with the heavy bucket. She made sure to be extra careful and silent. She smirked as she set the bucket by his bed for a few moments. Slightly heaving, she groaned as she picked up the heavy bucket.

"Say cheese," she smirked as she toppled the bucket over. Brandon's eyes snapped open when he felt a gush of deathly cold water being poured onto his face.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" he hollered as he sat up with a jolt. Stella laughed and pushed the bucket into his face. He looked at her in shock as he sat there on his bed completely drenched. Before he could even have the time to wear off the reaction, Stella grabbed her bag and made a run for the door.

"Oh no, you don't!" he yelled as he stood up from the bed and tried to grab her.

But she was too fast for his sleep-filled state. Stella laughed to herself as she unlocked the door and escaped into the hallway feeling safe. She had a feeling that he wouldn't step out the door wet-cladden. But he totally deserved it for making her freeze to death last night. Oh and the rude comments he tossed her way. He didn't switch off the air conditioner even after he discovered that she was cold! This can be accurately labelled as 'tit for tat'.

She smiled to herself in satisfaction as she wandered to the halls and went straight to the cafeteria. Classes start at 7:45, so she still had thirty minutes. No probs.

Meanwhile...

~ Inside Room D-250 - 7:20 AM ~

Brandon stood in front of his bed. He finished brushing his teeth and other daily businesses. He glared at the drenched bed, practically ripping it apart in his mind with daggers in his eyes.

"I'll show that immature airhead how it's done," he muttered angrily while storming to his closet. His clothes were still sopping wet. These dumb wet clothes stuck to him like a second skin. He needed a cold shower right now. Otherwise, he'll rip something apart. She was lucky that she escaped from him. Otherwise, he probably would've broken both her legs. That was a little violently exaggerated but that was how frustrated he was.

~ New York University - Campus Quad - 10:00 AM ~

Stella sat on a nearby bench. She simply sighed as she took out her phone. She rolled her eyes at the messages she received on Messenger.

"Free tonight, babe?"

"My bed's waiting for ya 2nite ;)"

"Send me a naughty pic"

"I wanna taste you 2night ;) Tell me the time"

Stella angrily huffed and closed her Messenger. The extent of these messages disgusted her to no end. Just then, she sucked in a gasp when she suddenly felt an arm slung over her shoulders.

"Hey, baby," a dark brown haired man greeted her huskily. His murky green eyes twinkled with incorrigible desire that Stella couldn't help but inwardly want to slap the hell out of him.

"Hey," she said flatly while removing the arm from her body. Jason Sinclair. If she's branded as a whore, then he's the perfect definition of a man-hoe. She pretended to be interested to be reading something in her phone while she internally wished for the perverted brat beside her to go away.

"Stay with me tonight," the fair brunette huskily whispered near her hand. His hands threatened to graze her inner thigh but Stella pushed them away immediately. He laughed at her hard-to-get ploys but slung an arm over the bench and around her shoulders. "C'mon, babe. My place at eleven tonight?"

Stella remained silent and looked disinterested.

Jason smirked. "How about two hundred bucks?" he asked.

Stella turned to him. "I'll meet you at your place at midnight."

Jason's eyes lit up as if he's just been granted a Christmas wish. "You got it, babe. I can't wait."

She nodded and stood up. "I gotta go, alright?" she replied monotonously. As she took a step further, Jason's hand went up to touch her butt but Stella caught his flying wrist effortlessly before it went anywhere near her. She turned around and gripped it firmly, trying her best to suppress her glare. "Wait till tonight," she seethed as she sharply let his hand go. He, of course, seemed oblivious to her glare fest and simply winked.

She turned on her heels and walked away. She shut her eyes and let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Her heart pricked with guilt every time she did such things. She cast her eyes downwards and felt ashamed. She stopped when she saw a fountain not so far ahead. Taking slow steps towards it, she stopped just a few inches from it.

She looked at her reflection in the water. On the outside, she knew she was attractive. From what she has been told thus far, she was more than attractive. She could easily try for modelling. But in Stella's opinion, she liked being simple. She wanted to look good, of course, like any other girl. But...she never wanted to sell herself out.

"Then what am I doing now?" she softly whispered to herself. Just as she always did every time she said okay for money in exchange of a one nightstand like this.

Many, many hours later...

~ Residence Halls - Room D-250 - 11:00 PM ~

Brandon Shields unlocked the door with a small, tired sigh. He rotated his neck around to ease his muscles. Obviously, whoever said that being a psychologist was easy was absolutely nuts. It demanded so much of his time and there were so many case studies to study in one damn day. And that too on the first day!

He rolled back his shoulder blades before setting his bag down. He looked around the room and pondered where the hell his roommate was. Probably getting screwed mindlessly somewhere, his subconscious automatically answered for him. He rolled his eyes and wondered why he even chose to give a damn.

He walked over to his bed and automatically flopped on it, completely forgetting that his immature blonde roommate drenched it this morning. Well, every action has its consequences. Just as he jumped onto it out of ease of habit, a puddle of water squirted out from the mattress.

He groaned as he felt his pants getting wet underneath. He lifted himself up while uttering a stream of curses, clearly not meant for human ears. He tried not to apply too much pressure while getting off the bed, lest more water come tumbling out.

"Ugh. This'll take weeks to dry," he groaned. "Bitch."

It's official. That blonde bimbo just started a war with him.

He tapped his cleanly-shaved chin and rubbed it in thought. A smirk came onto his face as he turned around to face a freshly made bed with light yellow bedsheets as opposed to dark red ones. Here I come, he smirked while walking towards it.

~ Jason's Home - 12:30 AM ~

Stella Solaria smoothed out her vibrant red dress before ringing the doorbell. She thought back to the earlier events today as she waited for the door to open. After classes, she popped into her room to sleep for a few peaceful hours before getting ready for her 'date' with the devil.

She groaned internally when the door opened, revealing Jason in a white bathrobe. His eyes widened at the bold dress Stella chose to wear tonight. It wasn't revealing or even remotely huggy, but it did add that oomph of sexiness that only turned him on even more.

"Hey, babe," he greeted huskily while riding his ignoble eyes up and down her luscious figure.

She flatly smiled and clutched her purse tighter. He opened the door fully and Stella stepped through the entrance. Jason closed the door shut behind her. She closed her eyes in agony when Jason placed an arm around her waist and buried his head in her neck.

"I'm thirsty," she said uncomfortably while trying to pry her off him.

"I got you covered, baby," he laughed.

To her sheer relief, Jason did move but grabbed her waist while gesturing both of them directly to his bedroom. The blonde rolled her eyes while hiding her disgust at seeing his bed decorated with rose petals. She didn't if she should feel respected for going to such lengths or feel insulted for making her feel even more like a slut than she was already branded with.

As she half expected, she saw a bar in his room. There were so many drinks on the table, which were typically found in a luxuriant bar. She resisted the urge to smirk. How perfect. She knew that Jason did have a bar. If he didn't, well...she was never going to accept his 'sleep with me' invitation tonight.

He let her go and made his way to the counter. He started to pick a bottle from the shelves but Stella stopped him. "Let me," she offered. "There you go," he nodded and smirked as he moved and gave her space.

Stella smirked to herself while taking a few drinks from the shelves. She knew every drink on this shelf although she never tasted even a sip of alcohol in her life. She knew which drink mixed well with which and she knew which amalgam makes people intoxicated out of their brains. It was something she learned on her own.

In a few minutes, she found herself holding up a translucent light blue colored drink with a floating lemon on top of it. With a dazzling smile, she handed the glass to Jason.

He smirked. "I didn't know you drink."

She smiled. "There's a lot about me that you don't know about," she answered huskily. Like how I made you a drink that will make you pass out in around...

He chugged it down in one shot and started to cough. He looked at the drink incredulously. "The hell? Damn, this is strong!" he slurred slightly.

...1...

Stella smiled and handed him two of them. "Here you go, baby."

...2...

"Come here," he growled as he chugged them both. He loosened the tie around his bathrobe sloppily as if he'll pass out any second. Stella reached him and pushed him onto the bed. His hands clasped her hips tightly as Stella hovered on top of him.

...3...

I'm sorry, she apologized mentally before pressing two fingers on the nape of his neck. He groaned for a split second and before Stella knew it, he was instantly out cold.

And...strike!

"Night night," she smirked as she disgustedly removed his hands from her and got off him effortlessly without physical contact. She covered him gently with the sheets before removing the robe off him. She threw the white robe on the floor just so to convince Jason that they had sex when he wakes up.

She grabbed the money he placed earlier on the bar counter before adjusting her dress. She raked a ran through her strands to make them seem tousled and slightly tangled.

Stella took the purse and placed the money before showing her way out.

She stepped out of his house and into the dark night without any fear. She liked this time of night. It was so peaceful and quiet, something that she craved in her life. Stella frowned as she clutched her purse tighter.

"I'm sorry," she ashamedly whispered to no one in particular, her soft voice being lost in the breezy wind.

A hour or so later...

~ Residence Halls - Room D-250 - 2:00 AM ~

A soft knock on the door made Brandon's ear twitched slightly on the inside. His eyes fluttered open as he sleepily ruffled his hair. Another knock made his eyes fully open. His sleepy features soon hardened into a hard glare. He looked the clock which screamed two o'clock.

With a huff, he scrambled back to bed and covered himself with the pristine blankets.

He let out an agonizing sigh when the knocking only grew louder. With a frustrated groan, he threw the covers off him before scrambling out of bed. Running a hand through his tousled chesnut locks, he stormed to the door where the knocking only grew incessant. He glared and opened the door knowing full well who the culprit is already.

Stella Solaria.

Stella resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the glare she's getting. "You can stop boring a hole through my skull any time now now," she said monotonously. She pushed past him and entered the room while he closed the door grumbling on the way. She went to her closet and threw her bag inside it. Grabbing a fresh pale white nightgown, she waltzed to the bathroom. Stella locked the door behind her and rested her back against it.

Feeling drained mentally, she collapsed to the floor. She drew her knees to her chest and buried her head in between. She wrapped her arms around herself and struggled not to lose it. What had she done? She felt guilty to no end every time she did this to someone. Money. It's the only thing that kept her going and kept her alive despite performing this degrading act. Her eyes dimmed in sadness.

I'm sorry, Mom...

~ 2:30 AM ~

Stella ruffled her hair as she stepped out the bathroom and into the room. She threw her laundry in the basket before turning towards her bed. She gasped when she saw Brandon buried in it.

She scoffed. How dare he?!

"BRANDON!" she screamed as she stormed over to him.

He pulled the covers off from his face. Ha. Now he got his chance. He smirked. "Yes?"

"Get off my bed! You have yours!" she pointed to his in a shrill voice.

"Which you so convieniently drenched this morning. I'll be sleeping here until my mattress dries, thank you very much," he smoothly replied.

She gasped. "B-But but that could take weeks!" she stammered in shock.

He smirked, "Actions have consequences."

"Then where am I supposed to sleep?!"

"You're welcome to sleep beside me," he rolled his eyes sarcastically. He looked up and down her figure once. "And that shouldn't be a problem for you, I'm sure," he said in distaste.

Stella looked taken aback and was momentarily stunned at his implications. Did he just...? She felt as if she's been slapped in the face and branded with the worst name ever given to anyone in the history of humanity. Tears welled up in her eyes but not so much that he cared to notice.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked a little lowly with narrowed eyes.

He rolled his eyes. He sat up instantly and got up from the bed. His playful voice was now instantly gone and in its place, a reproaching glare appeared. She took a step back, slightly intimidated by his powerful aura. "Don't play coy with me. You know very well what I just referred to. I don't care who you sleep around with but you better have your ass in here by eleven at night. Or else, you can find yourself some other place to sleep," he hissed.

Brandon's stance slightly faltered when she stared at him wide-eyed. Her eyes shimmered a little and just for a fleeting moment, he felt as if he wanted to drown in them. That moment was gone when she averted her eyes away from his penetrating ones.

"...Fine," she said in defeat.

"And for the record, I am serious about sleeping in your bed," he snapped as he went back inside and prepared to resume his rudely interrupted sleep. The bed was large enough for both of them. His large frame took over more than half the bed. She was so small compared to him that both of can easily fit inside. Their bodies would be a little touching, but...that'll be all.

Stella instantly turned off the lights and went to the bathroom before he could notice her tears. She quietly shut the door behind her before the tears fell freely from her eyes. She never realized how much this would hurt. A small muffled sob escaped her lips. She collapsed against the door and started to cry softly to herself. His words hurt, but he spoke the truth. This is probably what everyone thinks of her. A slut. A whore. A hoe. A bitch. This is the reason she wakes up to a bunch of horny and hormone-filled messages in the morning instead of a warm greeting. This is the reason she...she felt worthless.

Dear God...what had she gone herself into?

~ The Next Morning - 6:30 AM ~

A sleepy sigh left Brandon's lips as the morning sunlight penetrated into his eyes. He blinked twice before opening his eyes fully. Yawning, he pulled the covers off him and sat up straight. Throwing his legs over the bed, he rubbed his eyes before his foot moved to stand on the ground. To his confusion, his foot touched something soft and supple instead of the hard carpet.

He looked down and sucked in a gasp at the sight. He instantly withdrew his foot when he realized that it was on Stella's waist. He looked at her incredulously as she lay there under his feet and quietly slept. What the hell?!

"Good Lord," he mumbled to himself in disbelief. If he hadn't noticed and downright applied even the slightest pressure, she would've gotten seriously injured from his massive body weight. What an idiot, he scoffed. He slipped out of the bed silently without waking her. He moved towards the bathroom and did his daily business.

A few minutes later, he stepped out feeling refreshed and alive. He stretched slightly and moved his feet towards his closet only to stop. He turned his head and looked towards her. With curious eyes, he walked towards where she lay. He bent and sat cross-legged on the floor and silently watched her sleep. She was laying on her back. A hand was under her head which acted as a makeshift pillow while another rested loosely on her waist.

He stared long and hard at her serene face. This was probably the only time he can watch her with a calm expression. So far, they've had too many disagreements. She started first, he said to himself stubbornly while rolling his eyes.

His dark brown eyes meticulously ran across her face. She...

He took a deep breath. She was really beautiful. Her face was clean and makeup free. Even then, she was incredibly beautiful and gorgeous. Then why are you like this? he wondered knowingly because her disgraceful behavior is the very thing that helped him treat her as if she's a disgusting little bug that shouldn't be touched but squashed.

He shook his head wondering why he cared. He stood and took a step forward only to stop and turn back around. Involuntarily, he bent and looped his arms through her body. He gently picked her bridal style. Instead of placing her on the bed like he initially planned to, he kept looking at her. She didn't even stir or even make the slightest movement.

She was even more beautiful up close. Her hair was left loose and appeared silky and soft. Her lips were a soft blush peach that were slightly plump. "Gorgeous," he breathed involuntarily. He sucked in a breath and froze in shock at what he just said. He quickly set her down on the bed gently. He tucked her in swiftly and pulled the duvet over her.

Turning around, his hand clasped near his left shoulder. His eyes widened in shock when he felt his heart hammering loudly against the palm of his hand. He hadn't even realized how fast and irregular his nerves had been racing until now.

...Is he...is he having feelings for her?

He shrugged and dismissed the absurd thought. He ignored his subconscious which annoyingly repeated the same sentence over and over again...

He didn't mind falling for her.

...And he liked it.

Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it?

Honestly, the first chapter was written in the spur of moment. Meaning that I don't have a definite plot for this -_- So I just basically winged the second chapter.

Uh yeah. That's about it.

Please review if you can! **Feels nervous**

Thank you :D!