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The first thing I noticed as I drifted back to consciousness was the smell of food cooking in the kitchen. I curled up tighter in my blanket and nuzzled into the pillow, smiling as I wondered what my mom must have been making for us to eat. But the feeling of the fabric against my skin felt off, and when I opened my eyes I found myself laying naked in a strangers bed and not back home where I thought I had been. The next thing I noticed was that my body felt sticky with sweat and that the sheets smelled something like cologne, sweat and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.
That was when the memories of last night flashed behind my eyes.
I jump out of the bed in disgust and run out of the room to the end of the hallway where I find Theo cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I feel the blood rush out of my head and put a hand against the wall so that I don't lose my balance. "U-um..."
He turns around and looks at me for a moment before he bursts out in laughter. I glare at him, wondering how a person could take something so serious and laugh about it, but then I realize that I was standing there stark naked in front of him.
"There's a shower you can use if you want. Feel free to use any of my stuff. Heck, borrow my clothes if you don't feel comfortable wearing the same outfit twice, rich boy," he tells me, and I don't know if he's serious or if he's trying to tease me.
I roll my eyes and say, "Whatever," but the sound of my stomach growling got him to laugh again and I couldn't stop myself from joining him, as serious as I was trying to be.
"Hurry up and shower so you can eat some breakfast. We'll have a lesson later if you feel like you wanna be all professional around me."
I turn around and flip him off, not wanting to embarrass myself any further. But, then again, last night must have been terribly embarrassing. I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to see if he was serious about those things he said, and I wound up losing myself in his kisses and his embrace and now that I was thinking about it my ass was starting to hurt.
When I make it back to his room, I look around for at least my boxers and my jeans and pick them up from the floor. I could wait until I got back to my dorm to switch into something fresh and clean and didn't remind me of Theo. I found the bathroom without difficulty and locked the door behind me so that he couldn't pull anything on me.
I regret looking in the mirror, because that only made me even more confused. My torso was covered in little pink spots, and I could only imagine how many littered my back. Each one was a reminder of where he kissed me, where he touched me, where he made me feel good. There was no escaping this, was there? They were little ghosts that would haunt me for days at the very least.
But do I even want to escape it? I came to this university for the reason that it was a school that my father didn't approve of so that I wouldn't be doing everything he told me to. Maybe the thing awaiting me here was someone I could fall in love with and go against all my father's rules with. Someone who might appreciate me for who I am and not for who my father is.
My father comes from a wealthy family that came from a wealthy family that started ages ago somewhere in eastern Europe I think. I don't even know what he does for a living, and I could care less because my brother is inheriting the family company and I plan on staying as far away from them as possible. It's true that my father put me up to playing the violin when I was little because he wasn't allowed to learn how to play when he was a child, but it was my decision to push everything away and just focus on music. My family said I was hopeless and that the classical music business was a hopeless field to go into and that I need to go for something more sustainable and successful in life, like a job in engineering or banking or something boring like that.They said that an average violinist like me wouldn't get anywhere in life.
But Theo said I had talent. He said he needed me there to do something special with his life. He used the words "rich boy" like a way to tease me, like a nickname or something. Rich boy, asshole, freshman, he called me all those things as if I was a normal person. Back at East Brook, everyone would call you "Mister" or "Miss" and avoid eye contact, and people from other towns would come work at the stores and restaurants because the kids didn't need jobs since all their parents were rich and because all the parents and big shot jobs somewhere else so nobody needed to work little jobs. I wasn't Ivan, I was "Mister Franklin" or some other similar title. But here I was just "Ivan" when I'm at the dorms, or "rich boy" when Theo's trying to tease me.
Speaking of which, it's gotten easier and easier to think of him as "Theo" instead of "Theodore" for some reason. I guess it fits him better to a degree, since I just don't feel right using such a fancy name to speak to a guy with neon-green hair and an eyebrow piercing. But he really isn't a bad guy like I thought he was. He sounded like he was carrying a heavy load when he was talking about his brother last night. He must really be worried about the poor kid. Maybe I'll ask him if I can talk to him and try to motivate him a little? But I've never experienced abuse so I wouldn't know where to begin...
I'm drawn out of my thoughts for a moment and remember that I had come here to shower, not think about the man in the other room. I get into the shower and turn up the water as hot as it would go and let it burn off any lingering feelings from last night that were bouncing around my skin. I don't pay attention to the smell of the shampoo, just on the stabs of hot pain I feel as the water washes over me. But I know I'm not going to forget everything, and I know I can't run away from this. In reality, I'm silently hoping this wasn't just some one night stand.
I get out of the shower and dry myself off, get dressed and sheepishly make my way back to the kitchen, where the scene is now Theo setting the table, bacon and eggs and pancakes sitting in the center of a small table and two plates placed opposite each other waiting to be laden with food. "You cook?"
Theo looked up at me and nodded. "Yeah. I've been on my own since I was your age so I needed to learn anyways. It's not hard though." He pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit down.
I nervously make my way over to the chair and sit down, eyeing the food quietly.
"You can help yourself," he said, running to grad maple syrup from the fridge. "You can treat this like home if you'd like."
"Why?" I ask, looking over at him.
He came back to the table and sat down, placing the syrup in front of me. "Well, you're already coming here for two lessons a week, so those could be two days you go without eating shitty food from the Student's Center. Second, um..." He looked down at the scrambled eggs he had put on his plate.
I keep my eyes on him, wondering what he might be thinking. "Yeah?"
"If you want..." He looked up at me then, cheeks pink. "If you want, we can get to know each other better? Like...maybe hang out sometimes?"
It's my turn to blushed. "Are you asking me out?"
He smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind, that is? Because I really like you for some reason."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you fell for an asshole like me, right? You mentioned something like that yesterday."
"Not my fault you're the perfect asshole for me."
I look down, not wanting to look him in the eyes. My face felt like it was burning for some reason. I don't notice his movement, but he comes over and cups my cheek in his hand.
"Hey, I love you," he whispers before kissing me. "Now eat or else I'll think I'm a terrible cook and force you into eating plastic."
I smile. "Alright, alright. Just don't expect me to stop being an asshole, got it?"
"Got it."
We eat the food while asking random questions about each other and our past and things like that as if everything was completely normal. But in the back of my mind I knew that the feeling on my lips was actually my wanting him to kiss me again.
OKAY! I got nothing done again! I'm so hopeless...Now I'm going to seriously get something done, alright?! I'm going to go read "A World Lit Only by Fire" and start my essay. No I'm not 
Anyways, if you can't tell, I'm labeling the chapters by who's PoV it is so that people don't get confused. I had some people saying they were getting lost and thinking this was actually a true story a while ago...
Prologue: [link]
Ch. 1: [link]
Ch. 2: [link]
Anyways, if you can't tell, I'm labeling the chapters by who's PoV it is so that people don't get confused. I had some people saying they were getting lost and thinking this was actually a true story a while ago...Prologue: [link]
Ch. 1: [link]
Ch. 2: [link]
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