Chapter 8

♡ Lauren’s POV ♡ I walked to my dorm with a poker face, ignoring the passers-by who looked at me with sarcastic smiles. I prayed the whole way that my roommate Vicky wasn't in the dorm. When I came to the door of the dormitory, I put my ear to the door and listened carefully. There was no sound that made me shy. I'm glad I don't have to face my slutty roommate right now. Happily, I opened the door and went in. It was only after I closed the door that I completely relaxed. The only room on campus where Vicky was not present allowed me to completely let down my guard. How scary was Vicky? She would often bring different men to our shared dorm, and she would have sex with them on the bed, whether I was in the dorm or not. Sometimes I would even be roused from my dreams by their wild moans and collisions. When that happens, I go to my best friend Bella's house to hide from them. Good. I have my own dorm room. I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom. I turn on the tap and dive under the running water. I rubbed my skin and hair until I felt completely clean. I wanted to wash away all the bad luck that had come my way this morning. When I finally turned off the water and finished cleaning, I realized I didn't have a towel. Again, I was glad that my foul-mouthed roommate and her men weren't there, and THAT I could walk out naked to get a towel. I looked at myself in the mirror while drying my hair with a towel. Wisps of my wet golden hair clung to my cheek, and beads of water trickled down. My eyes are a rare shade of Finger, and my nose and lips are very small. My skin is very white. My waist and legs are very thin. But all the places I need to be full have full curves. Many of my previous clothes no longer fit me in size, mainly because of my growing breasts and hips. I don't think I'm as bad as they say. But in the eyes of Magee and those girls, I seem to be the ugliest girl in the world. I cleared my mind of those hateful humans. I felt a little hungry as I put on my pajamas. With a little hope, I opened the refrigerator in my dorm room. Because Vicky always runs out of food in the fridge in as little time as possible after I replenish it, and without my knowledge. I'm really sick of her taking my stuff without asking, including my clothes, food or skincare. Why didn't she provide herself with the necessities of life? I hate that I've been taken advantage of by people like this. I looked in the fridge, and sure enough, the food was gone. Only a bottle of beer lay alone in it. That's her favorite drink. I was so angry that I opened the beer and poured the liquid down the toilet. I think it's time for her to know that I'm not happy with her behavior. After throwing the empty cans in the trash, I decided to skip the afternoon classes and relax in the dorm. I put the computer to bed and turned on a comedy movie. Hopefully the joy of a comedy movie will ease my morning of sadness. After a long time, I was woken up by the ringing of my cell phone. I actually fell asleep during the movie. In a daze, I picked up the phone and answered it without seeing who the number was. A sexy voice rings on the other side of the phone.” Why aren't you in class? "It took me a while to fully recover. I realized it was Magee's voice. His voice was even sexier over the phone. How did he get my phone number? We didn't get to the point where we had to practice on the phone. "Charmed by my voice? "There was his hearty laugh, and he seemed very pleased with his words. I could see him grinning from ear to ear as he pulled the hair from his forehead. "You're disturbing my sleep.” I replied coolly, trying not to show any emotion. "It's school time, and you're sleeping? "He seemed to find it hard to believe the fact. "Is it any of your business? "Is he schizophrenic? Why all of a sudden you care about my class. Although for a top student like me, I never cut class. He must be lonely because he has no one to bully. He seemed stunned for a moment and then said, "Of course it does matter. If you don't study hard, how can you ensure the success of our project? "He even cares about the grades? "You can rest assured that I will complete this project perfectly. You don't have to.” You'd better stay out of it so I can do my own thing without being disturbed. 'No! ” He roared in sudden anger. I really suspect this man has bipolar disorder. I also heard something hit the ground. Did he break the chair? Even when I wasn't in his presence, I winced at his anger. "I remember telling you that I have to see the schedule for this project today, and I have to supervise you to complete it. Be in my apartment by 4 this afternoon. Otherwise, I won't cooperate with you to get credit for the program.”