Strictly In The Bedroom

Chapter 2. Skunky

C H A S T I T Y

Year 2010

18 years old

My ideal and long time dream university since I was a young child has always been Atlas Knox University in New York. It has traditionally been seen as a university for the wealthy and privileged. They excel and are well-liked with the medical courses they give, but it offers all types of majors and provides the greatest education in the entire city. They are one of the best universities, but admission to them is extremely competitive; only ten percent out of a hundred percent of applicants who take the entrance exam will be admitted or will pass. I consider myself extremely fortunate to be one of those ten percent, and I now receive a working student scholarship with free housing in the university’s dorm building as a benefit of having the scholarship mentioned.

Excitedly, I arrived at the dorm building, but it did not take long for the joy to subside when I realized that the whole dormitory for medical students was shared. I became immediately terrified and uneasy when I realized that guys and girls were living in the same dormitory, possibly sharing one room too. The fact that I am a seventeen-year-old female student who graduated from an all-girls school and who has never had any physical contact with a man—no kisses, hugs, holding hands, and most definitely no s*x—puts me on edge when I find myself in situations like this.

My dorm room was found on the first floor so by the time I arrived at my dorm room, room number 34, I had already noticed a large bong on the table and a very tall male student who was laying on his side of the bed with his legs out. The dorm room even smelt bad, and he had a terribly haughty appearance. I have never used m*******a or any kind of drugs before, but I could tell he was high since he did not even acknowledge my arrival, so I figured it was likely something potentially strong.

“Um, hello?” I hollered but my male roommate was absolutely high to even hear me, I think.

Immediately, I went back to my tracks, carrying my luggage and backpack with me leaving the dorm room that I entered. I went to the resident adviser of this floor who is an upperclassman who can help me find a vacant room, probably the one with a single bed rather than a regular double bed one. As I spoke with the floor’s resident adviser, he immediately told me that dorm rooms with single beds were all taken by most of the upperclassmen which kind of irked me because of the obvious superiority immediately reeking in the whole building. Moreover, the other double bedroom dorms were taken for this floor and even if I told him that my dorm mate was smoking weed in broad daylight, he still admitted that there was no available bedroom. I felt really bummed that I had to stay in that horrible dorm infested with the horrible skunk-like smell of m*******a that irritated my nostrils even before I could step inside. I groaned as I pulled my things to the floor's common room which consisted of arrays of vending machines with different drinks and snacks, three sitting areas and a smoking veranda which is separated with a deep and dark black tinted glass sliding door.

I sighed heavily after all the carrying I had done with my heavy luggage and my heavy backpack. I felt a bit exhausted and confused as well because I had nowhere to go from here since I obviously did not want to go back to my m*******a infested dorm. I looked around and saw a few college students who probably had settled into their dorms comfortably and I immediately envied those who were rich and very rich to afford to study here compared to a student like me who only got in because of a working student scholarship.

I sighed more heavily and jerked back when a vending machine next to me started making a clunking noise. I turned to my left and saw a tall, no, a very tall man who was wearing a white tank top that showed off a lot of his muscular back, toned buff arms, and broad shoulders, but who did not seem to care. His physique appeared sculpted, seriously carved, and toned from where I was seated. His toenails were almost cut and tidy despite having enormous feet that matched his size and stature, pink shorts that appeared too short for his thick muscular thighs, and a pair of white flip-flops to complete his full ensemble.

His hair was deep jet black and had a left-side part. It was fashioned with short sides and long hair on top that reached his ear. As soon as he opened his can of Diet Coke, he drew out a metallic straw and took a sip while walking away, nonchalantly uncaring with what he was wearing. He genuinely looked good in what he was wearing; it was only that his pink shorts seemed to be excessively short and gave the impression that he looked like he was out in public wearing only a pair of boxers. It was not that he was wearing anything inappropriate, though; in fact, he looked…cool. I immediately reprimanded myself for my reaction, telling myself that I should get accustomed to such views because there are so many guys living here of all various breeds; I would have to get used to occasionally seeing males with boxers or towels on.

“At least he is pro-mother earth and not using plastic straws.” I muttered under my breath, looking away from him as I am now staring at the ceiling which has a small chandelier over my head. I stared silent as I am sitting down with my head still facing the ceiling, “A freaking dorm building with three chandeliers in the common room. Eat the rich.” I groaned under my breath angrily.

“Yeah, pesky rich people, huh?”

As soon as I heard another man's strong voice, I sat up right away, and by the time I was sitting with my back straight on the long sofa to my left, I could see the man wearing the white tank top who was still drinking his diet coke next to me. I'm puzzled about how and when he sat down next to me because I had no idea he had done so even though his head was c****d upward and his face was most clearly not fixed on me. I was still looking at him in awe at his presence, and the sound of him drinking his Coke filled the space between us. He smelled like new linen thanks to the manly perfume of fresh white musk, which by the way smelled nice, that filled the air throughout us.

His stunningly beautiful emerald green eyes, which gleamed in contrast to the light from the chandelier, were fixed on me as he slowly c****d his head to the right. I could see a vertical scar on the outer right corner of his lips which seemed to be an inch or an inch and a half long but immediately I tried to pull myself out from the fact that I was actually staring at his lips in front of him. Jesus, Chastity.

“What is the predicament that you are currently in, gorgeous?” The tone of his voice was a little tedious as he questioned, his gaze flitting from my face to my baggage to my backpack then back to my face.

I sighed, “My dorm room is infested.”

“With roaches? Or flies?” He questioned as he is now back to sipping his diet coke while staring at me intently. “I reckon spiders.” His voice was soothing and calming but deep yet a bit caramelly.

“Weeds.” I answered nonchalantly. “Pesky weeds.” I used his words.

He chuckled under his throat, looking away, “I did not know they allow growing gardens in here now.”

I do not know if he was joking or half-assing it, or if he was being really sarcastic with me at all right now but it definitely annoyed me more especially with the fact that I do not like my dorm room and I definitely do not like my male stoner dorm mate at all and I have got no choice but to suck it up. Like literally, sucking the skunky smell all up. The thought of that makes me want to vomit since I am the kind of person who does not really associate myself with that kind of crowd or recreational purposes.

“Well, I did not know they allow cannabis here now.” I barked.

“Oh you meant that kind of weed.” He chuckled nonchalantly, making me even more annoyed with how he was laughing s***h kind of making fun at me, because he definitely sounded like he was making fun of me. “Well, it definitely is allowed here alright.”

“I think they should let students know beforehand that things like that happen here and not let them discover on their own.” I sounded like an annoying old woman. Who am I kidding? Teens mostly my age are probably into cannabis and getting high casually at parties or just alone or with friends with no occasion, but then again I was not the kind of person who would and who will.

“You know gorgeous, the whole administration does not know, who would be stupid enough to implement such a rule in a dorm?” He snickered softly. “Only you, probably. It is all hush hush in here. Besides, this is a mixed dormitory so anything is allowed.”

“Even rape?” I barked, sounding a bit angry and demanding.

“Ooh, touché.” He grinned casually as he glanced at me. “Consensual s*x here and there, yeah dumdum.”

I gritted my teeth angrily as he just called me stupid. “It is very inhuman to infest the entire dorm room with that skunky smell without thinking about your dorm mate’s sake.”

He chuckled, “Skunky.” He parroted while smirking mischievously, “I like that word now that you said it. It smells just like how it sounds.” He chuckled more under his throat which makes me more annoyed now than ever because I am really hinting that he is mocking me at this very moment right now.