I awoke in my own bed, which surprised me a lot, as after last night's events, I didn't remember how I'd got home or who had been with me when I left the party last night. Brianna later filled in any extra details that I had forgotten, telling me that she'd driven me home from Liam's house later that night when things had started to get a bit out of hand. She'd told me people had started to make their way home around 4am and that we were one of the last to leave. Brianna seemed like a sensible girl and I was thankful that she had been there for me last night, even though I didn't really know much about her yet. I was also glad she lived pretty close, as there was no way I would've been able to make my own way back to my apartment last night.
I turned over and finally registered that my alarm was sounding, which meant it must've been 7am. I pounded my fist on the top of the irritating alarm and sighed a breath of relief when it stopped buzzing at last, even though my ears were still ringing from the sound as it had been going off for so long. My head was pounding and my eyes were throbbing. I tried to laugh it off, thinking to myself that I was such a lightweight, but just moving my head a little sent it into a frenzy of throbbing.
I sat up in bed and tossed the duvet off to the foot of my bed, hating the cold feeling that surrounded me as I left my bed and changed into some more Reagan appropriate clothes. For some reason, I hated the thought of him seeing me into pyjamas, so I changed into an old T-Shirt and a pair of leggings and scraped back my hair so it was out of my pounding eyes. So, my first night at my new home and I had forgotten it. My mind cast back to the bits of last night that I did remember, and I managed to piece some of them together. I grimaced at the thought of myself pressed up against Reagan in that tiny cupboard. I made a promise to myself that I would never get that drunk again. At least not while Reagan was around.
Checking the clock once more before I left the room, I made sure that I had enough time to get ready before my first class. I took a quick look at my schedule and saw that I had a two hour lecture ahead of me.
I padded into the living area in my bare feet and was greeted by Reagan with a grunt. At least it hadn't taken me long to realise that he wasn't a morning person and that I should avoid him until he is properly awake.
"You sleep alright?" I asked in an attempt to stop the whole thing being so awkward. As usual, Reagan just ignored me and carried on staring in the direction of the sofa cushion.
I poured myself a large bowl of cereal (even though I felt pretty sick) and sat down in the arm chair, which was quickly becoming my least favourite place in the apartment. Reagan was sprawled across the couch with a thin blanket over the back of his head and neck. The fact that he hadn't covered up his chest just said to me that he was trying desperately to get my attention.
I didn't bother switching on the TV. I ate with my bowl propped on my lap as I didn't want Reagan to have any more excuses to hate me right now. I assumed that he was asleep when he randomly started snoring, and I tried my best to refrain from laughing as I didn't want to wake him up; I was enjoying the peace and quiet.
After a little while I was done with my bowl. I threw it into the sink carelessly, causing a loud crash to erupt as the bowl met the stainless steel of the sink. Reagan immediately reacted to this by flinging up into a sitting position. He looked startled, his eyes were wide.
I felt laughter bubbling in the pit of my stomach and instantly rushed back to my room once I'd finished my food when I saw that Reagan didn't look very impressed at all. In fact, he looked down right pissed off at the fact that I'd woken him. To be honest, I was probably doing him a favour as I knew from the timetable that was pinned on the fridge that he had a lecture this morning.
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I was dressed and showered in record time and was ready to leave by half past eight, which meant that I had just over an hour before I needed to be sat in my first class of the morning. Reagan however, was far from ready when I emerged from my bedroom. His face was stuck to the arm of the chair where he'd propped himself up on it and had fallen back to sleep.
My eyes wandered over Reagan's shirtless body while he slept, and I scolded myself for it instantly after sitting down in the arm chair again. His chest was perfectly toned, his arms also thick and muscely. I guess it was just my hormones raging instead of my mind thinking that he was hot. But maybe I did think he was hot?
No. No way was I going to have any more thoughts about Reagan or his perfectly sculptured body. I would just sit here reading my book until--
"Don't you have class this morning, Princess?" Reagan piped up as she spotted me sitting across from him. My initial reaction was to glare at him and raise my eyebrow. He scared me a little as I didn't even realise that he was awake.
"Princess?" I questioned.
"Yeah, that's the nickname I've chosen to give you. Don't you like it?"
"I can't say it's the best nickname I've ever gained."
"Awh, well only some girls get the priviledge of being my princess, so you should be impressed you've gotten that. Some girls I know are referred to as bitch, so."
Well I suppose 'princess' was a step up from being called a dog. But did princess imply that he thought I was stuck up?
"Well to answer your first question, yes I have class this morning, but not for a while yet. How about you? Are you gonna actually get out of that pit today?" I chimed.
Reagan chuckled under his breath and stretched out his arms. Was it possible to just have a crush on his arms? After all, his personality wasn't that great, so that'd probably be allowed just this once. I caught myself wondering how often he worked out.
"Cute. And yeah I will do, when I'm ready," Reagan added. He shifted around in his seat with a smirk, making himself comfortable and emphasising the fact that he wasn't going to be getting himself to class any time soon. Maybe I was just stressing too much. Maybe everyone here was like Reagan and I was the weird one. "By the way, do you want help getting to class this morning? I know you don't know your way around yet,"
My bottom jaw almost hit the floor after hearing what Reagan had just proposed. Him, help me? Wow. This was definitely an improvement from how he was speaking to me yesterday.
"Oh, erm. If its not too much trouble?"
"'Course not, Princess. I'd be happy to show you around," he concluded with a wink.
Standing up, he dropped the thin blanket to the ground and took a few steps towards me. As he neared me, I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. His eyes were piercing into the side of my cheek as his face got closer and closer by the second. "Just don't forget who's in charge, yeah." he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. His breath fanned out over my face and tickled my ear. My face erupted in a deep blush as I turned to face him, staring at his lips. His pink lips that looked so sof--
I blinked at the realisation of what I was going and pushed myself right to the edge of the chair, gobsmacked at how easily he'd managed to take control of him. No wonder he'd managed to bed so many girls.
Reagan was loving the chase. He sauntered away from me with one last grin and headed across the room in the direction of the hall. I could not believe what I'd almost done there.
***
Apparently Reagan had been serious when offering to walk me to class. Even though I really wanted nothing more than to find Brianna so she could take me, I waited in the lounge for Reagan to get showered and dressed. Once he was ready, he headed into the room and nodded his head in the direction of the door, smirking again. The brightness of his teeth almost caused stars to appear in front of my eyes as they were just so bright. Unlike yesterday's outfit, Reagan was wearing a low cut t-shirt that showed off his body perfectly, with a pair of light chinos. His navy blue Vans had made a re-appearance. I knew he could see me watching him cautiously from the corner of his eyes. He was loving the attention and was aware of the fact that I was checking him out... again.
I found myself obeying Reagan's orders as I stood up and quickly ran towards the door, following him out of it and into the hallway where other students were waiting outside their friends' dorms. Reagan nodded over to a small group of lads who were waiting at the other end of the corridor. They all stuck up their thumbs and grinned at Reagan and I. So they'd heard about last night, then.
I followed Reagan down the stairs and outside into the cold, wishing that I'd brought a coat with me. Today I'd decided against wearing a skirt, going for the more casual jeans and band t-shirt look with ankle boots. I clutched my heavy books against my chest, not bothering with a bag today as I didn't have a lot on.
"Your class is just across campus," Reagan stated. He didn't walk alongside me, but instead walked in front a few steps, which made me feel like a little kid following her dad in a busy area where he didn't want to lose her. I felt pretty stupid as groups of people pointed and whispered at us.
"Okay, thanks," I muttered towards the ground, watching where I was going as we climbed a flight of stairs in the building we'd just entered.
After a few minutes of walking through the hallway and turning corners, Reagan announced that we were here. I was a little nervous as I looked through the small window of the door; there were around 200 students in the class, all lined up in chairs that asended and got higher as it got towards the back of the class. There were only a few spare seats left.
Reagan turned to me and smiled, placing his hand on the doorhandle.
"See ya." he muttered as he opened the door for me. I awkwardly watched him, noting the fact that most of the students in the room were now staring over at the door in an attempt to see who was about to enter.
As Reagan went to walk away, he actually smiled at me. Not just a small smile, but a big, warm smile that made me feel all fuzzy inside... I couldn't help but smile back at him, which was probably the most stupid thing I could've done, as Reagan quickly made his way back over to me and kissed me on the cheek quickly, before sticking his hands back into his pockets and wandering back down the corridor.
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