A Cool Breeze

|Chapter 3|

Sunday, November 27 3:00 AM

Peyton Hosini

"Woooooooooo!" I heard. This was the second time that I had gotten woken up from Atlas' party. Oh boy, what I wanted to do to him. Have you ever seen a Chihuahua fight a pit bull? No, well me neither but I'm sure it isn't pretty. He had been partying since the day before, and at this point I had started second guessing ever being nice to him. The second I met him on that plane I should've dismissed his presence. If it hadn't been for his stupid blue eyes I would have never been intrigued by him anyway. He was nothing more than a blue eyed wannabe jock.

If there was one thing I had already encountered on campus, it was jocks. Of course I had met about 90% of the jocks because they were his friends, might I add retarded friends. There was Jack, typical jock. He was the one who played multiple sports including football, and would play a girl faster than he could play cards. Then there is Brandon. He was an exchange student from Australia, who surprisingly fit in. He also was quite the player. I had gathered all of this from my brief seconds in the kitchen. Grabbing a late night snack can really get you in weird predicaments.

There were also four more jocks, but they were the typical followers. Keith, Brian, Jason, and Matthew. Typical jock names for typical jocks. I guess their parents can predict the future because they had definitely lived up to the expectations of their names. They all had blonde hair, and wide chests. Any girls dream, except mine. I was more into chill guys who didn't take anything with a hole and assault it. Yuck.

Luckily for me, I didn't have class in the morning and all of these idiots did. I assumed Atlas wasn't a freshman because he had already been established in the dorm for what seemed like quite a while. I still had to find someone to give me a tour of this place, and hoped to meet some friends along the way. I hadn't really had time to have friends since I was usually so focused on school. I didn't really have a normal childhood, but that got me far so I was happy.

30 minutes later I had had enough, so I got up, slipped on my pink summer bunny slippers, and stormed over to my door. After snatching the door open, my feet heavily pounded against the floor as I stormed down the hall.

"Alright, enough of this! Everybody out!!" I yelled and suddenly everything,even the music, stopped and all eyes were on me.

"And just who are you?" Some girl asked. She wore a beige too tight, too little dress. Her chest looked like it wanted to go out for a few breathers.

"Yea, who are you? Some nobody!" One person chimed in.

Atlas, however seemed to be nowhere to be found. His friends were easily spotted. So, while still under the gaze of every party goer, I waltzed over to the bowl of punch and politely tossed it upon the group. "Everybody! Out!" I shouted, and people fled out of the dorm like rats out of a sewer.

"Where is he?!" was the only thing that came out of my mouth as the room began to spin.

"Atlas? He's in the back! Thanks for the punch!" Jack yelled as he continued to dance and party. I guess that punch wasn't exactly punch.

I quickly found my way to the back of the dorm, other wise known as Atlas' room. My fist pounded on the door, and it swung open surprisingly easily. Not thinking, I stormed in to find Atlas exiting the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lower waist.

"Oh god!" I yelped and quickly turned my back on the sight. I didn't even give myself time to admire the scene that was played out in front of me.

"Is there a reason to barge in Lovely?" Atlas' voice rang out through the room.

Who was he Lovely and how was this person relevant in this situation? My thoughts raced and my mind only continued to wander for the next two minutes. Something capturing my hand drug me away from my thoughts. I quickly looked down and there was his hand, strongly holding onto mine.

I gasped and all of tonight's craziness had went out the window, and it was like I had found the one. My chin was lifted softly as our bodies closed in on each other. His other hand had somehow found it's way to my waist, and his arm wrapped securely around me. All I could smell was his body wash. Axe, an all too familiar scent.

I found myself leaning in and capturing his lips with mine. Our lips locked for what seemed like hours, and honestly I still hadn't come back to reality. All until Jack and Brandon barged into the room.

"Hey At! Your roommate is craz-" Brandon started but ceased when he saw us quickly break apart.

It was then that I noticed he was still only in the towel. Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into? I thought. I knew one thing, and that was that I needed to come up with a quick explanation as to why we were so close.

"It's not what it looks like! Tell them Atlas, tell them how..."