Strictly In The Bedroom

Chapter 3. Smug Face

C H A S T I T Y

Year 2010

18 years old

The green-eyed man looked at me with a complete smirking face plastered all over him, “Is that the reason why you brought all your things out here because your room is infested with a zombified dorm mate who is so high right now?” He arched a brow, smirking more. “Don’t you think you are just overreacting about the whole thing, huh?”

I do not know if he was teasing me for the hell of it or actually making more fun out of me right now, because he enjoys it, but the conclusion is that he is really annoying me the most. I chuckled softly and humorlessly under my throat as I looked up at the ceiling and just wanted to grab that chandelier and smash it on his head for looking so arrogant right now, “You think this whole predicament I am in is funny, do you?”

“Hmm… A little bit.” He laughed softly with a glint of mockery in his annoyingly good looking face. “You have not tried m*******a before?”

“It is not a question of whether I have tried it or not; it is a question of politeness amongst roommates who are complete strangers to you.” I scoffed irritatingly when he asked me that and glanced away from him to attempt to calm myself before growing furious at this unidentified man sitting next to me. “Besides, you can not just greet your new dorm mate by filling the room with the stench of m*******a all for your own pleasure and liking. That is being ridiculously and absolutely selfish. What if the man is so inebriated that he ends up raping me, pestering me while I sleep, or otherwise attacking me sexually?”

“Little Miss Stuck-up and Judgemental.”

“I am NOT stuck-up and judgemental!”

“That is why it is called a recreational activity, you know Miss Virgin?” He answered casually before sipping his diet coke which sounded like he was almost finished with it. “It is how most medical students relax other than casual s*x or booze. It is a way to release stress.”

My brows creased in the middle of my forehead as soon as I knew he definitely was mocking me as it annoyed me even much more. “I… I have no words for you.”

“Oh, are you gutted because I called you Miss Virgin or Little Miss Stuck-up?” He asked with a fake looking concerned look on his face.

I scoffed even more while shaking my head sideways, “I honestly do not want to associate myself with you.” I stood from where I sat and his eyes followed me.

“Oh come on, I was–”

“You are a dick.” I cut him off angrily.

“Yeah and I have a big one too.” He looked so smug that I wanted to strangle him to death.

“YOU are a pain in my ass.”

“But, wait, gorgeous, I am not in there yet.” He smiled smugly with that suggestive thought.

I made a grossed out face as he was laughing with that stupid smug look on his face, “You are gross on all, ALL, levels, smug-face.” I shouted at him as I stomped myself away from him before I could choke him.

I headed out of the dorm building angrily hearing him call out for my attention while laughing as he was hollering at me that he was joking. But I did not give him another chance to make fun of me. How could he judge me like that and make fun of me like that because it was convenient for him to do so? That jerk, I do not ever want to see his face ever again in this ridiculous dorm building. I carried my things outside, struggling with everything because of the weight from my luggage and my backpack, but managing to head out of the front doors with all other students staring at me and wondering why I have not yet settled in knowing that it was almost ten in the evening.

I pulled my luggage and walked away from the dorm building where I headed to nowhere since I honestly did not know where to go from here. As soon as it started to rain, I cursed the second I was completely soaked with the heavy downpour which was totally unexpected right now. I ran to the nearest bus stop shed and cursed even more as I was totally soaked from head to toe and my underwear in my backpack was drenched while I was stuck in this waiting shed out of nowhere. “f**k!” I yelled as it reverberated in the emptiness of this chilly, windy night.

At this point, I had no other options left but to contact Myles, so I cursed even more under my breath as I brushed my damp, darkened hair off my forehead and took out my phone while sighing heavily. We do not usually call one another unless it is really very necessary, nevertheless right now it is really important for a number of reasons: first, I do not have anywhere to go at the moment; second, my room is filled with the smell of m*******a because of my male roommate; third, there are no available dorm rooms; and fourth, I am damned stuck in this waiting shed in a downpour with no one or any cars nearby.

He did not pick up so I cursed more, s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t. I grabbed the plastic bag which was left on the waiting shed’s chair as it had the faded logo and brand named Joe’s Brew and threw out the undisposed empty coffee cup in it then placed my phone inside. I looked around and grabbed my luggage and ran towards the coffee shop which I assumed was Joe’s Brew that I saw a few feet away from where I was. I was literally soaked now and just succumbed to the rain and allowed it to totally drench me more once again as I was heavily shaking because I was darned cold and I was wet as hell.

The moment I neared the coffee shop, I pulled my phone out and dialed Myles’ number again, and as I looked up, the entire shop was closed with bond paper outside that said ‘Closed till Further Notice’.

“f**k!” I screeched.

“God, Chastity.” He finally answered, panting heavily a bit, “You did not have to curse like that.”

“Myles?” I pulled my phone back to my ear.

“What do you want?” He sounded out of breath.

“Myles, you have to come and pick me up.” I muttered right away as I looked around for some guys who were lurking in the dark corners to see if anyone would jump out and rob me. “Like now.” I demanded.

“No can’t do, sis. Not right now.”

“What! But–”

I was taken aback by the soft moaning on the other end of the phone, which surprised me a little bit since I assumed he was wounded or experiencing some other type of distress.

“What was that?” I croaked immediately as it spiked my interest.

Before another moan, this one louder now and obviously a female who was having the time of her life, sounded once again, I attempted to listen again as a quick, there it was again followed by a repeated shuffling sound started to play as skins clapping began to fill my ears.

“Are you–” I stopped, “Ew!” I remarked immediately as soon as I figured out what was actually going on on his side. “Are you having s*x right now, Myles?!” I kind of screamed at him.

He groaned, “You are the one who called.”

“Oh my God! You are disgusting!” There is nothing more repulsive than hearing my own friggin elder brother have s*x on the phone when I am now battling, thinking about, and regretting my life decisions, so I sighed in disdain.

“It was not my fault.” He responded in a very defensive tone.

“To hell it is not.” I responded right away, sounding more annoyed.

“You were the one who called me, Chastity, mid-sex.” He repeated again.

“Oh God, ew! Stop saying more! You could have stopped before answering my call!”

“Give me a second.” He muttered and I do not know who he was talking to, me or that woman he was having s*x with but the moaning had stopped now so I assumed he was talking to her.

“Okay.” I answered to see if he was talking to me.

“Not you, Chaz.” He chirped.

“Can you just come and pick me up now?! I am freezing to death! I swear to God that woman will have no hair when I see her!” I angrily told him as I shivered more.

“Excuse me??” I hear a woman from the background which made me drop my jaws open.

I sighed heavily, “You are an asshole Myles. I am on loudspeaker right now am I?”

He did not answer and I could imagine his stupid mischievous smile.

“Myles James Simmons!”

“Ah, the full name now.” He snickered.

“You did not!”

“Yes, you are, so shut up. Just send me your location.”

“Finally you are going to act like an older brother.” I groaned as I sent him my location.

“Hey, I have been acting like an older brother ever since.” He immediately answered. “Wait– What in hell are you doing in this place, Chastity Jade Simmons?!” He kind of raised his voice as soon as my location was sent to him.

“I–”

“Shouldn’t you be in the dorm building now!” He cut me off immediately with his voice in panic as soon as he noticed my location. There he is, the infamous Myles James “the overly overprotective” Simmons. “You should have already settled in the dorms! It is past ten in the evening!”

As I stood in the shed above the closed coffee shop's entrance, I rolled my eyes because I was shivering a little bit and the rain was still severely soaking my legs and feet. “Do not be dramatic, Myles. You sound like dad when you do that. It is still nine fifty-four.”

“It is the same! It is late! You better keep your phone with you!”

“Fine.”

“Do you hear me?!”

I rolled my eyes again, “Yes, Myles! My God, you are so bossy.”

“You are out there by yourself, how can I not be an aggressive person? The presence of illicit narcotics in their cellar has forced the coffee business to close for a year!” Okay, so his words immediately catapulted me into fright because honestly the location was a perfect breeding spot for people who would want to buy and sell drugs. “Do you have a taser or pepper spray I gave you?” His voice sounded more worried and a bit louder.

“Yes.” I answered as I scavenged inside my backpack and looked around to be on guard.

“Keep your phone with you! YOU HEAR ME?” He sounded stricter now and I answered a firm yes. “Do not hang up until he arrives.”

“Okay. I will.” I responded and immediately realized that he might have booked me a ride.

More or less ten minutes had gone when a red Impala drove to the corner and pulled up just in front of me. Then I squinted into the glass of the driver’s seat, and as soon as I saw who was behind the wheel, my eyes became wide. No. f**k no.

The previous white tank top guy with the smug expression was leaning back, grinning, and even chuckling.

“Is he there?” Myles questioned. “Chastity? Hello?”

So Myles meant him.

“Is Luck there?” Myles asked again. “He texted that he just arrived.”

So, smug-face has a name.

“Hi skunky.” Luck, a.k.a smug-face, grinned mischievously.