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******** Luke Galen's POV ********
What the hell just happened? That douche cheated on Jane!? This is stupid! What the shit is this? That douche, he better get out of my sight or i'll beat the shit outta him every time i see him. Now this is the point: Jane Sherlock, my crush, is gonna be my roomie? Omg... now this is serious. I ran out of the room quickly, though hearing my buddies calling out for me. I gotta clean up my room! Shit! I must give her a good impression. Wow, i haven't over-react over a girl i cared for quite a while after my fifth girlfriend cheated on a hockey player.
********* Jane Sherlock's POV ********
"How could he do that to me?" I cried while packing my luggage.
"I know, it's outrageous and i was there. Girly, don't cry over such douche, he's not worth your tears."
"But i thought i've known him well over this two years."
"He's a good actor, f*** him!"
"Violet, i'm broken but i want revenge."
"Why not we discuss with your new room mate?"
"Seriously? But he... Whatever. I wanna change."
"Yeah you should. I'll be waiting here, go quickly."
"What do you thing i should wear? He saw the drama just now. He must be mocking at me now."
"Err, wear something comfortable. Heck care him, he's a player, i'm sure we can seek advice from him."
"Hmm, is this okay?" I asked as i picked up my white shirt that says: Breaks Free of All Guys and my black skinny jeans. That shirt shows perfectly my situation.
"You sure you're okay with the top?"
"Yeah, i guess."
"Don't force yourself, girly."
"I'll be fine, Vi."
"Alright, go get changed."
I nodded and went to the bathroom.
Am i sure to share the same dorm as the school bad ass? Do i really want revenge on Dan? Can i do it? What if my revenge plan backed fire? What should i do? But Dan is really too much. But i love him. Do i still ... love him? Urgh what the hell.
Vi must have noticed my pale face because she was grabbing my shoulder now.
"Babe, don't force yourself. I'll make plans for us, like you share bunk with me. Anyways spring break is just 2 days."
"Vivy, i can do it. I'll prove to Dan that i'll be better without him. Trust me." Actually, i really could not take this blow. It's really like an acid being drown into my heart. It feels warm and i'm having a mental breakdown, i need my razor blade, i need to cut, i need to punish myself, i need numbness to take me in, i need a break from these...
We knocked on the door twice before someone came to open the door for us. Even though i've got keys, it'll be nice if i knocked politely rather than barged in like i own the dorm and it kinda look rude and might impose him.
"Hey." His mono tone greeted us.
"Hi back." Vi answered on my behalf.
"Why didn't you use the keys?"
"It wouldn't be nice if i barged in like a boss." I couldn't control but answered him rudely.
"Oh." He seemed hurt.
"Can we come in?" Vi broke the intense tension.
"Of course."
Cool. Yes i used 'Cool' to describe his/theirs dorm. It doesn't look like a place most guy could maintain. It was very neat. No empty beer bottles around, no dirty and smelly shirt on the sofa, not a dust being spotted by my eyes, so far. It was damn clean. Did he do this just now or does he really know how to maintain? It was very unexpected especially he is the bad ass that love making trouble. How could he clean till so ... neat and tidy? I don't even do house chores at home. I did in my, no wait, my previous dorm was because Dan was there and i have to give him the first good impression. What the hell, i really gotta stop thinking about that dick head. Yes i just called him a dick head. He really is and is an absolute jerk. Why in the hell am i thinking about him now? Can you get the heck off my mind? Urghh...
"Back to Earth, Jane." Vi said while snapping her fingers in front of me.
"Uhh, what?"
"You were staring blankly at Luky?"
"Umm... i."
"What, my name is Luke, not Luky." He rebutted.
"Whatever, i'm still gonna call you Luky." This time Luke rolled his eyes and did the most gentleman thing. He carried my luggage and led us to my room. My bed was in pale blue bed sheets and is directly beside Luke's one.
"Did she use this bed sheets?"
"Umm..."
"It's a Yes or No question, so difficult to answer uhh?"
"I..."
"Forget it, Vi help me change them."
"No! Wait, don't. Actually..."
"Actually?"
"Gosh, the bad ass of Jackson is loss of words facing two beautiful ladies uhh?" Vi interrupted.
He merely sneered and continued, "I just changed this. Hope you don't mind, it's the only extra one i have."
Oh, so he did clean up upon hearing i was coming. Wow.
"Erm, thank you. Nope it's absolutely fine to me."
"Great! Now, Luky please take good care of my sissy. I've got duties to do."
"Yeah sure."
Now this is awkward. Me. Him. Staring. At. Each. Other. Speechless. In. His/Our. Room. However i decided to break the silence.
"Do you mind if i take a bath?"
"Sure go ahead. I'll be cooking some food, you want some?"
"Umm sure, thanks."
I took a black long sleeve chiffon which ended at my wrist and a tribal black shorts and... my razor blade. Wondering why i have them uhh? I always carry it with me whenever i go without letting Vi know, cause she will tell my mom and they'll send me for therapy again after dad died. Yes he died in front of me when i was 10. I whined and let him buy me Starbucks but he wasn't looking when he came out and BAM. He lied there with blood oozing out from his head, the hot chocolate splattered on his favourite lime green Polo T-shirt. That's when i started using the blade. I've stopped using 2 years ago because Dan entered my life. He only knew that my dad died in front of me but i didn't tell him the entire story. It was my fault.
Here i am, standing in front of the mirror and sink, wrapped myself in the bath robe, holding the blade in my right hand. There it goes, my left wrist. One time. Two time. Three time. Four time. Five time. I cried as i slashed. I feel numb now. All the pain is gone now. Blood dripping from my wrist down the forearm, dripping into the sink by the elbow. I was about to cut for the sixth time when a sudden bang knocked me into reality.
"Jane, are you okay? I could hear you from the kitchen."
"Get out! Don't pretend that you care when you don't."
"I care. I really do. I am ..."
"No, you don't. My ideal perfect guy (my father) has already died. My boyfriend cheated on me. I've no one else. Nobody really care. So do you. Go away, i just need one more slash, that's it, please go away."
"One more slash? What are you talking about? Don't do foolish thing. Please. Open up."
He barged in without getting a response from me. I was about to slash right deeper into the veins and i heard an 'ouch'.
"Ouch!"
Realisation hit upon me and i realised that he used his hand to cover my wounded wrist. How silly.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay? I'm sorry i didn't mean to do that."
"It's freaking painful, how could do do such thing?"
"Painful? Define painful. I feel nothing but numbness."
"Jane. Please, talk to me. Tell me everything. Let me in."
"No, stop! I let Danny in but all he did was to cheat on me and even planned to take away my virgin. I let my guards up so high to build a wall, then he came in, i trusted him, he promised, he betrayed me, he left, promises broken, lies made and my heart died. There's no way my heart is gonna allow someone in, again, let alone you, the player aka bad ass in Jackson High."
"I maybe a bad ass but definitely not a player."
"Save your words. I'll help you bandage."
"I..."
"Shut up."
Soon after we both done the bandage of each other, we sat in front of each other, eating the lasagne he made. I swear it is damn delicious. I didn't know he was such a good cook. Suddenly, he was holding my hand, which kinda make my head tilt up to see him eye to eye. I tried to yank back but the hands stood firmly on the table.
"Jane, i may be the bad ass but i could lend you my ears."
Yeah, he was right. But a listening ear can't get rid of my worries, my pain and everything. And i still need advice from him for my revenge.
"I..."
"Listen, all i am asking now is just your faith and you can confine in me anything."
"Umm, thank you."
"My pleasure, buttercup."
"Buttercup?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"That's my nickname?"
"Yup, since mine was Luky."
This time i laughed which causes him to give me a cold hard stare.
"By the way, nice lasagne." I commented.
"I learnt from my ... umm ... maid."
Maid. I know he is rich but seriously maid and not mom?
"Stop staring at me. I know im attractive but you don't have to stare so hungrily."
"What! Egotistic much i see."
"Whatever, thanks too. It's actually my first time trying to do this."
"That's impressive."
Phew. The first actual conversation actually went well and not that scary or bad as i thought.
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Thanks for reading!!!!!!!!!! Hope you guys liked it ((: Have a good rest everybody. I'm feeling so tired because i didn't really get much sleep last night and i played badminton with the girls today.
Happy reading ^^
~Twisparkle.
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