I Would Never Admit. Chapter One: Roommate
By: x - - unwrittenMELODY
Whooo. New story, and it's AU (alternate universe.)
No vampires/vampaneze, no cirque, nada.
A story that focuses on Darren x Steve's relationship.
Okay, so, it's M for later chapters: AHEMAHEM-content and language.
Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't anything but the story. I never have, never will.
College. They say high school will be the best years of your life, but when I think about it, College was the best. I mean, no parents, no groundings and better yet, I was on my own. I mean, with my tight-nit family, it wore you down. So as my best friend Julie and I pulled up to the front of the university dorm apartments, I stared and sat there behind the wheel. She looked over to me and pushed my shoulder gently and I jumped up.
"Your such a girl, Darren. Come on, it won't be that hard," she said, pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail and I wet my lips nervously.
"Easy for you to say. You've already kicked your freshman year to the curb," I groaned, finally putting the car into reverse and backed up into a visitor parking space before turning the car off and getting out.
"So? If I can do it, you definitely can. You can be without me for a while, can't you?" she mocked, following suit as I opened the bed of her truck.
"Yeah, your so cute," I snorted sarcastically, picking up a few boxes of mine as she carried one. I locked the truck with her keys and slipped them to her, which she pocketed.
"Thank you, dah'lin," she drawled out and I rolled my eyes and laughed, walking towards where my assigned room was.
There were people everywhere, most sunbathing or talking to their friends. I mean, if everyone is as cool as this now I probably could get in with a few people. I mean, I was social, but not really popular with people. I never really got as to why, but I never lingered on it too long. I walked up the stairs and into the double doors, holding it open for Julie and then felt the rush of the cool air hitting me.
"That feels so good," she said and put my boxes down and I stared at her as she twirled around.
"Your so weird. Come on, I want to get my stuff put down. These things are HEAVY," I complained and she rolled her eyes, picking her box back up with ease and followed me down the hallway.
Room 233AB. Well, that was a straightforward number, and one I had memorized the entire drive here. I was bustling with excitement, more because I was away from my strict, over-protective parents and the fact I was a free "man." I scanned rooms and numbers before I stopped dead in my tracks, Julie bumping right into the back of me.
"Hey Darren, what's that all-" she cut off when she saw what I was staring at.
A pretty girl was basically melded into the wall from a male practically dry humping her in the hallway. I grimaced, the fact that they would do this in the MIDDLE of the hallway was completely beyond me. When Julie turned her head away I decided to make her less uncomfortable and cleared my throat and the male turned his head towards me.
I almost fell over, I was so stunned. He was gorgeous and undeniably breathtaking. His hazel eyes raked along my body and I blushed as he pulled away slowly from the female. She complained and looked over to us, rolling her eyes. Wow, what a bitch.
"Sorry to interrupt... whatever this is, but can't you go fuck in the bathroom like civilized people?"
My jaw dropped at Julie's bold statement and I looked over to her who just looked back to me and shrugged. The other girl, however, didn't like this. She only pulled the guy into another kiss and I snorted in disgust and hurried past them, Julie following suit. I heard something fall to the floor and I looked back to see Julie had tossed a rubber over to them.
"When in love, wear the glove!" she chirped and followed me happily, causing me to start a fit of giggles.
As we reached the room I was still laughing, putting the box down momentarily to get the room key.
"I can't believe you did that!" I said, unlocking the door and hauled the box up once again and she smiled, looking very pleased with herself.
"What? I mean, the teen pregnancy rate is very high these days. I mean, what did you want me to do? Have another unwed-teenage mother on our hands?" she asked sincerely and I frowned at her and she flashed me a grin.
"So not what I meant, Jules," I said and she laughed again and we placed the boxes next to a nicely sized leather couch and I looked around. I whistled before saying, "This place is pretty nice."
She nodded and then tripped over a green duffel bag and I looked up, shocked. She kicked the bag and my eyes caught another set of bags and boxes practically thrown there as if the owner didn't care. Was I rooming with some sort of animal? I mean, how can you be so... so messy? At least put your stuff in your room.
"Ugh, this sucks. I'm rooming with a dog," I said and she looked over to me, knowing about my feelings towards too much mess.
Both of our looks shot over to the door where the guy from before in the hallway was standing. He leaned against the frame and ran his finger's through his hair, genuine surprise on his face. Oh no. Please for the love of all that is just good and right, please no.
"Guess we're roomies."
NO. My heart sank to the floor and I could feel Julie shift in the tension and to clear the air she clasped her hands together, picking up one of my boxes.
"Well, since you and Sir-friction are here, get acquainted, hmm? I'm gonna take these to a room!" she said, tossing me a glance which I returned, and walked down the small apartment hallway towards the bedrooms.
An awkward silence presumed and he finally walked in, moving close to me and outstretched his hand.
"Name's Steve," he said and I nodded, running my finger's though my hair; like hell I was touching his hands because I had no idea where his hands have been.
"Darren," I said simply, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in the fact I only wore a wife beater and shorts to come here.
He leaned against the counter leading to the kitchen and nodded, repeating my name over and over.
"Darren. Darren... cute name," he said and I looked up to him, which was a big mistake.
His eyes were fixed on me and he had a small smirk on his lips. Was a guy allowed to be this attractive? I mean, at least a straight one?
"Y-Yeah. Darren. Uhm," I said, looking over to my stuff, knowing this was getting more awkward by the second.
"Freshman?" he asked me and I nodded and he laughed and I shot him a glance.
"What's so funny? Gonna mess with me 'cause I'm new?" I shot back defensively, all those years of teasing pulling at my insides.
He held up his hands in defense, chucking, "I'm a freshman, too. Your sure hot today."
Was I the only one that caught the sexual vibe there? I was suddenly praying that Julie would come back and save me. She was still in the room. What could she be doing?
"Really hot..." I heard him utter under his breath and I could feel blood slowly rushing to my face and when I looked back to him he was still looking to my eyes; did he ever look away because this was becoming uncomfortable.
"Okay! I'm back," Julie's familiar voice rang out and I sighed in relief, thankful she had come when she did.
"Darren...?" she began and I tossed her a pleading look and she gave me the evil revenge smirk.
Oh come on!
"I have to go, Darren. Work is going to catch up with me! Hope you and your roommate will be great friends!" she said, pulling me into a hug and I whispered in her ear:
"Your so dead to me."
"Love you, too. Make sure you check your cell. Rebbecca called, twice," she said and I groaned, remembering that my girlfriend also went to this school.
"Uh, nice meeting you... uh-" she said, looking at him with a lost expression.
"Yeah, Steve. Have fun, Dar," she said and blew me a kiss before making her way out and I sat onto the couch, sighing.
"So. Looks like we're... stuck together," he said, sauntering over to me and sat near me on the couch and I sat up, looking at him with distaste.
"Looks like you better not touch me," I warned and he leaned his face in close, smirking.
"Your going to want it sometime, Darren. They always want it," he said and I groaned and rolled my eyes, grabbing my extra boxes and made my way to the bedroom that was open just a crack.
I sat on the edge of the bed, poking around my boxes and frowned, folding and unfolding clothes in frustration.
This was going to be a long, long year.
Remember what I said about it being a long year? Yeah, scratch that. Make that a long, tireless few months. I couldn't take it. He was cocky and arrogant, and he kept treating me like I was his eye candy, or something (I mean, the attention was nice, but you know what I mean!).
For example, we have several classes together, and no matter how much I tried to avoid him, it was like he had to talk to me. In Advanced Chemistry (no, I don't know how I got into this. I hate science, anyway) I was sitting there, doodling in my notebook before class when he just makes his way in. I tried my hardest not to notice him, but his laugh and smile could draw just about anyone in. I didn't even know why, but when his arms wrapped around a few girl's waists a pang of jealously hit me. No, I don't LIKE him, okay? I mean, it's just disgusting. What do those girls have that he likes so much?
I shifted in my seat when his eyes connected with mine and I looked away, trying to hide the small blush that ran to my cheeks. I heard someone make way into the seat next to me and it was as if He was mad at me, because Steve's cocky, arrogant... ugh, he was there. I sighed, sitting up and scooting myself away from him, but instead of taking the hint, he moved closer.
"Oh, come on. It's not like I'm infectious, or something," he said, taking a sip of his soda and I laughed, but in the most sarcastic way possible.
"Oh, really? How would I know that? You have screwed just about every girl in this school. I mean, contracting something is not too far off," I said and he looked at me with a raised brow.
"Big talk for someone who looks like a momma's boy, little virgin," he said back, taking another sip and I looked at him, slapping my hand on the lab table angrily.
"I'm not a fucking virgin. Just because I don't sleep around and go chasing skirts doesn't mean I'm a virgin," I growled out and he moved in close to me, smirking.
"Your feisty. It's a turn on," he mumbled and all the fire inside me was doused and replaced with embarrassment.
I moved away a bit more and he only laughed, running his finger's through his hair. We just had a moment, a strange moment in class and I knew this would be the start of something unexpected.
Yes. First chapter complete.
Don't you just love Steve's cockiness and Darren's defensiveness?
Okay. Will have the next chapter up soon!
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