CHAPTER 5

"Need any help with those?" Embarrassment crept up my neck at my stupid reaction and I raised my head to glare at him. I scowled at his cocky smirk. Right now, I just wanted to slash a razor across his pretty face and watch him bleed. Wouldn't be the first time I'd done something of that sort. Maybe his cockiness would simmer down a bit.

"Cat's got your tongue, angel?" I snorted and he fucking smiled.

"I don't have all day, I've already wasted enough with Lydia. What do you want, pretty boy?" His stare intensified and I looked down to pick my nails. I didn't want another staring contest today, I was seriously tired.

"A lot but for now, your friendship will suffice."

I raised my brows in skepticism. "Yea, right." My tone was dripping with sarcasm.

"You don't believe I have honest intentions. My nobility is hurt." He clutched his chest in mock pain. In spite of myself, I smirked.

"So you need help with the boxes? The offer still stands. And you've got a lot of shit, it'd kill me if those dainty hands got hurt." He swiped his tongue across his upper teeth, letting it peek a little at the front. Couldn't even deny, that was really hot. I couldn't let him see through my assholery though. I glower at him, while he beamed.

I shrugged. "I guess you can help, do whatever you want to."

He grinned in a predatory manner and took a few steps further. Then he brought his mouth close to my left ear and whispered in it . "I wouldn't say that if I were you. I don't just want to carry your boxes. I want to do a lot of things. With you, on top of you, under you."

I stared at him with a blank expression but my insides were in a turmoil. "Pretty boy, I'm this close to kicking you in the groin. For real, don't test me." I seethed through clenched teeth.

"Nice! You're one of the fiery ones." He tilted my chin to look him in the eye. "That's far more exciting." He said smugly. The boy must be on crack cos what the fuck? Disgust filled me to the fucking max. I smacked his hand away and pointed my index finger on his chest.

"Now listen to me and listen good. I don't know you and I don't care about that. You don't know me either and trust me you don't want to know how I can get." I snarled and tilted my head upwards to look him in the eye. "Mark my words, I'm not here to fuck around with you or these other loser kids. Next time you spit shit like that, it will end with my foot in your mandible." With that, I stepped back and dusted my shirt.

His eyes lit up with mild admiration and he lifted his hands in defence. "Okay, miss. It seems we started on the wrong foot. More like the wrong whole body but nothing that can't be fixed." He beamed at me and extended his hand. "My name is Roman Rashford. Nice to meet you." His eyes twinkled with mischief and my eyes narrowed at his outstretched hand in suspicion.

"CJ." I shook his hand.

"See CJ, we're friends already." He grinned and I looked away to push the surge of emotions. Those teeth would be the death of me, for real. I gave him a stiff nod.

"Uhmmm, right. So the boxes? You helping or not?" I pointed to them. He answered by picking one of the boxes and I picked up another. He asked for the name of my hall when we started walking.

"That's mine too. See, the heavens have ordained our love story from the Big Bang. There's little either of us can do about it. It's been predestined." He stated matter-of-factly. I stopped in my tracks and he did too. I stared at him incredulously and shook my head in disbelief.

"You can't be serious, pretty boy." I scoffed but I couldn't hide my smile. Roman cracked up at that and started his wheezing thing again. I sighed and continued walking.

"Your accent is wow." I stared at him coolly with a deadpan expression. "Where are you from?

"Jamaica."

"So you're Caribbean? Wow, that's just wow." We were already in the Amber Hall and started going up the stairs. "So when did you move to America?"

"6 years ago". I said curtly. My coming to America was a very sore topic for me and I couldn't help the irritation that seeped in. He raised his brow in question at my tone and I looked away. I was not in the mood for Twenty Questions. That was the real reason I don't keep friends. Everybody wanted to snoop into your past and I didn't appreciate that, regardless of the intent.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." He said softly.

"Wasn't planning to." I mumbled. Where was the damn room already?

"You can't be too sure though. I can be overly convincing." When I spared a glance at Roman, he had a cheeky grin that could light up the darkest night. I rolled my eyes and looked away to hide my smile.

We continued in a comfortable silence till we got to room 11 and I exhaled a breath as I knocked on the door. I heard shuffling, then a thud, a groan and finally a muffled "coming". I narrowed my eyes at the door. Seriously? Whoever was on the side of the door best prepare cos she had another thing coming. I knocked on the door again. Scratch that, I pounded on the door.

Roman behind me snickered. "Someone's a little grumpy." I shot him a glare over my shoulder and that shuts him up. Almost immediately,the door swung open to reveal a flustered girl with disheveled hair. I peered behind her to see a lanky, shirtless guy sitting on one of the two beds in the room. I shifted my attention back to her and raised my brows at her.

"Excuse me? This is my room and I consider it rude to bang on my door that way. What do you want?" I scowled at her and noticed her fingers tremble a bit. I scoffed at her obvious discomfort. I hadn't even opened my mouth and she was already nervous. Stupid girl.

"Well, it's mine now too."