The hallway was full of students as usual.
Different outfits. Different colognes. Different values.
My legs ached as I hurried to the male's dorm.
"Where are you off to?" The security man asked me immediately as I got to the dorm.
"I forgot my textbook with my brother." I replied.
I didn't have a brother just trying to get in.
"Alright fine go get it, I give you ten minutes. " He mouthed.
"Thanks. " I said and hurried past him.
The minute I entered into the male's dorm, silence blew through me.
I knew for sure, almost or even all the guys were out for lectures.
I walked up to Ethan's room and looked back to be sure no one was following.
I put the spare key he gave me when we just started our relationship into the door hole and unlocked the door.
I stepped into his room. The air smelt of an expensive fantastic cologne.
I sniffed. I had no idea when Ethan changed his cologne.
That was not all, the walls have been repainted from green to blue and white.
The room looked really neat and attractive now.
A different bed table, well designed furniture and even beautiful decorations.
I swallowed. Was he doing all of this for Samantha?
I took in a quick breath. I didn't come for this.
I walked over to his study table. But the book wasn't there.
I walked over to the little drawer next to his bed.
He couldn't possibly dash out my book.
I drew out the top drawer and then the second.
My book wasn't there but something else was. His Diary.
I stretched my hand in to have a glimpse of what he writes when suddenly the door knob shifted.
A page opened the minute I roughly dropped it and I saw only one sentence
"I love her forever."
My heart raced..was he talking about me or someone else?
I quickly pushed in the drawer with my legs.
My breath hitched as I hurried into his toilet.
That was the only place I could hide right now.
I slammed the door behind me. Holding my hand bag tightly.
I stepped backwards, muttering a silent prayer.
My eyes scanned around. The bathroom was neat and tidy.
He wasn't just neat outside but also inwards.
The air smelt of the cologne of his room.
I just hope he leaves the room soon.
I bent over to sit on the edge of the bath tub when I heard footsteps.
My heart pounded. There was nowhere I could hide.
I should just wait for the worst.
I shut my eyes ready for whatever was coming when the door flung open.
I held tight my fingers for his yell but instead everywhere was damn quiet.
I slightly opened my eyes. My gaze met with his back.
The sound of water rushing filled my ears, he was probably washing his hands or rinsing something off.
But then his back didn't resemble that of Ethan.
I blinked. Was I in someone else's room? Of course not.
The toned figure ran his hand through his hair, messing it up.
And that was when I realized it was him. James Hunter. The Celebrity King.
I froze. What the hell was he doing in Ethan's room?
I confusingly shifted my gaze to the floor thinking of what move to take.
But no matter how hard I ransacked my brain, there was nothing I could possibly do.
I took in a quick breath and looked up back at him.
My heart skipped a beat. Oooh my God. He was Undressing!!!
He had already pulled off his shirt. His trouser's belt jingled as he threw it down.
His huge hand moved to his boxer, ready to pull it off.
" No! No! No!" I shut my eyes tight and screamed out.
There was pin hole silence and then came what I expected.
" What the hell!!!!" He snouted.
My eyes itched as I snapped it open.
He was trying hard to hold tight his boxer from falling.
His face shocked only one thing. Hell shock!!
I gasped when my eyes met with his biceps.
It vibrated at every step he took closer to me.
I placed my hand on my blushing hard cheek trying to cool it down.
This was what I wanted in a guy. Handsome, hot, broad chested and freaking built.
" What are you doing here?" His voice brought me out of my thoughts.
Bouncing me back to reality.
" I....I...I.... I'd thought the room belonged to Ethan." I stammered, struggling hard to stare at his face.
A smirk appeared on his hard face as he shifted his gaze to the floor and then back to me.
" How do you expect me to believe that?" Every student was damn aware of the room shuffle." He said, staring hard at me.
" Everyone except me." I mouthed.
I bit my bottom lips. What the hell was I saying?
All I needed to do right now was to get the fuck out.
" This isn't... "
" Fine, I would just leave." I muttered, interrupting his words.
I clutched my hand bag tight as I started to move away.
He just stood there, staring at space. I wonder what he was thinking about.
I exhaled the minute I walked past him.
My right hand hovered on the door knob when I suddenly felt his hold on my left arm.
I paused and turned to face him, resting my back on the door.
This time his hand was also on the door while his biceps vibrated like it knew what I loved.
Silence stretched between us and for some minutes I thought we were going to stay that way forever.
He wasn't going to talk neither was I.
My heart skipped a beat when he began moving his face forward to mine.
What was he trying to do?
I swallowed hard when he moved close to my ears.
" Next time, you aren't going to go scot free." He said and immediately pulled back.
I simply nodded my head and slammed the door behind me as I hurried out.
I scoffed and pushed open the door, walking out of the room.
My throat dried as I took in a deep breath.
He was the worst guy I'd ever met.
I don't know why girls go after him like he was even worth them.
I quickly hurried out of the male dorm to the female's dorm.
My legs ached as I moved really fast to my room and shut the door behind the minute I entered.
"What the hell, Clara." Emile screamed out.
I threw my hand bag on the bed and sat on the wooden chair next to my bed.
"Shit!" I said, trying to catch my breath.
"What happened, Clara? You're panting like someone that just ran a marathon." Ivy chipped in.
"A freaking lot happened." I replied.
"We are all ears." Emile mouthed.
" I don't want to talk about it now, please. " I muttered and sank into the bed.
I gently moved backward and rested my head on the pillow.
I shifted to balance, neglecting the stares from my two Bestie roommates.
If James was the owner of that room then that means he also owned the diary.
The sentence replayed in my head. " I love her forever."
Who was she? And why did he flirt around with girls when he has someone he deeply loves?