Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I pay for my food and shove the change back in my pocket, but not before the thought of my mother fills my mind. I should call her and see how she is doing on money, it wouldn’t be much, but I could send her some cash. Money gram or sending it via Transunion.
When I arrive at the dorm, I slide my student card into the access door and walk inside when the little light turns green, disengaging the lock. The walk to my floor is up three flights of stairs, which I curse the entire time.
I bet Cage jogged up them without even breaking a sweat when he showed up here. Actually, now that I think of it, how did he even get inside? Probably some starstruck girl, who he dazzled with his smirk and sinister ways. Men like Cage were trouble with a capital T.
Reaching the landing of my floor, my heart damn near leaps out of my chest when I see a chick standing outside what looks to be the door to my room. Knots form in my stomach at the thought of finally getting a roommate.
As I grow closer, I realize that the room she’s in front of is mine and that the door is hanging wide open. A voice I heard not long ago carries out into the hall, and I make my legs work a little bit faster, jogging the rest of the way to the door.
No way is my new roommate Amanda, the chick from class. The bitch who called me Ice Queen. I won’t believe it until I see it with my own two eyes.
“Oh my god. Whoever my roommate is, she’s a total geek. Who has this many books?”
Hell no, I will cut her if she touches my books.
“Someone with no social life,” the girl in the hall sneers. Gritting my teeth, I move behind her and tap her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, can you please move?” I snap.
She turns, her eyes rake over me slowly as if she’s measuring me up. I can feel her judging me, conjuring up all kinds of things.
“Pretty sure your roommate’s here, Amanda.” She takes a step back and purses her lips, crossing her arms over her chest.
I slip into the room, and the very first thing I see is my stack of paperbacks on the floor. My mouth pops open, but before I can speak, Amanda does.
“Sorry about your books,” she apologizes in the fakest tone I’ve ever heard in my life. Hell, my mom’s shit boyfriends apologized better. “Who has that many books, anyway? Don’t you do anything else with your time besides read? Or is that why they call you Ice Queen?” She chuckles and tips her head to the side, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger.
She thinks she looks cute, but really, she looks like she needs punching in the face.
“My name is Blair, not Ice Queen.” I growl as I toss my bag next to my bed, and my sandwich onto the mattress before bending down to pick up my books, which are scattered across the floor like someone took each one and tossed it over their shoulder.
“Whatever, I don’t care what your name is. This isn’t permanent, and I don’t plan to spend the rest of the school year slumming it in student housing with the poor students.”
I roll my eyes so hard they almost stay to the back of my head. Of course, I would get a roommate that is stuck up, rude, and a huge bitch.
“Your dad will get you a new apartment, he just has to pull his head out of his ass first. He can’t keep you cut off forever,” Amanda’s friend comments from the doorway.
“I know,” she says, and I catch her smiling out of the corner of my eye. Her side of the bedroom is neat and tidy, new sheets, everything pink and sparkly and brand new.
“I’ll be back later, Ice Queen, don’t touch any of my stuff. I know it’s going to be tempting with how old your shit looks, but if you fuck with my stuff, I’ll make you regret it.”
“It’s not just her stuff that looks cheap,” her nameless friend taunts, and it feels a little like high school all over again. I guess the bullies just get bigger when you go to college.
I ignore both of them and almost sigh when I hear the door slam closed, signaling that they’ve left. I can feel tears welling in my eyes, and I blink them back.
I cannot and will not cry because of that ragged bitch. Breathing through my nose, I take a couple calming breaths and finish stacking my books back on the desk.
When I’m done, I climb onto my bed and look at the sandwich I bought myself. My appetite is gone now, and I don’t even feel like doing any of my homework. I know I shouldn’t let what she said bother me, but it’s harder than you would think. Part of me knows that her dislike of me has something to do with Cage while the other part knows she’s just a bitch.