My First Time

Ch.2

Alexa’s Pov

The room was painted a deep blue, and once I entered the front area, I quickly noticed it was almost identical. The flooring was laminate, and there was a couch, an armchair, and a fairly sizable TV. I couldn't understand why the rent was so affordable, but I certainly wasn't going to complain.

"Wow," I said quietly, placing my suitcase in the center of the room and sinking into the sofa. To my astonishment, it was clean—something I hadn't anticipated from a guy.

I had been lounging there for about thirty minutes when I figured it was time to call my dad and get it over with. There was no chance my mum would call him, so the responsibility fell to me. Since he was out in the world spreading the gospel, their communication had been minimal.

After the third ring, he answered, sounding incredibly stressed.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dad," I responded, leaning back on the sofa and feeling it give way comfortably beneath me.

"Hey there, sweet, how's everything going?" he inquired, and I suspected he had relocated somewhere else as the background noise faded away.

"Everything's fine; I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm at my dorm and settling in well." I absentmindedly twirled my hair around my fingers while listening to my dad essentially repeat the same speech my mum had given me before I departed.

After wrapping up that phone call and sending a text to my mum and Essel, I heard the front door creak open. I paused for a moment, and then a guy stepped into the doorway, looking utterly stunned to see me. He exhaled deeply and raised his hands in a defensive manner.

"Listen, I can't recall your name, honestly, I don't even remember being with you, so please, just go," he said, sidestepping the door and motioning for me to exit. I merely raised an eyebrow and stood my ground. His broad shoulders in that dark jacket nearly blocked the doorway, but I had no intention of leaving just yet; I crossed my arms over my chest. I quickly realized that was a mistake when his gaze shifted to my chest.

"Um, I'm not some stalker ex-girlfriend or hook up or whatever, I'm your new roommate," I said as calmly as I could. He hadn't made a good first impression on me and the fact that his dark eyes were searching my body head to toe wasn't making it any better.

"But you're a girl?" he choked out with a confused expression clouding his face. I smirked, looking down at myself and then back at him.

"It would appear so." He frowned.

"But you said in the email that your name is Alex?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, Alex, short for Alexa." He shook his head, running his hand down his face.

"Look, Alex, I don't live with girls," he muttered, glaring.

"Well, you're going to have to because I paid rent and I'm not leaving," I retorted and he smirked, taking a step closer to me. It took everything in me not take another step back; he wasn't going to scare me off. His eyes travelled down the length of my body and then back up to my eyes.

"Particularly not girls such as yourself."

I scowled, narrowing my gaze at the attractive jerk standing before me. Who did he think he was?

"What do you mean, girls like me?" I crossed my arms over my chest once more, and his eyes roamed down my figure. Considering I was dressed in loose ripped jeans and a simple black tank top, I didn't believe I looked too shabby.

"Good girls. Daddy's girls," he mumbled, prompting me to raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"Do you always assume you know everyone, or is it just me?" I shot back, glaring into his composed eyes.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, darling," he laughed, stepping back to lean against the wall behind him.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't associate with bad boy jerks who have egos to match," I practically hissed as I turned on my heel to grab my suitcase.

"The good girl always ends up falling for the bad boy," he mocked, and I couldn't help but smirk.

"You're fortunate because I'm not the typical good girl," I shot back, and a faint smile crept onto his lips.

"Prove it."

I squinted at him, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"How am I supposed to prove something like that?" I inquired, and he flashed a grin, revealing his straight, pearly white teeth.

"Demonstrate just how bad you can be," he purred, and I pushed against his chest, grabbed my bag, and stormed down the hallway. In the midst of my frustration and anger, I had completely forgotten to ask the jerk which room was mine, leaving me with a dilemma. Should I take a chance or just ask him? He observed me with keen interest, remaining in his spot against the wall.

"You punch like a girl," he remarked, and I let out an exasperated huff.

"This might surprise you, but I am indeed a girl!" He chuckled softly, nodding to the right to indicate which door was mine.

"I can clearly see that you're a girl, later pumpkin," he said as I opened the door. Choosing to disregard him, I stepped inside and nearly slammed the door shut behind me.

The room was quite pleasant, featuring cream-colored walls, a single bed, and laminate flooring. I could easily imagine myself getting comfortable here. I tossed my bag onto the bed and let out a sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. I could hear Akila bustling around in the front room, but I wasn't ready to face him again just yet, at least not until I had unpacked.

Akila wasn't entirely off the mark; I wasn't a bad girl. But what does it even mean to be a bad girl? Just someone who struts around a club with her skirt hiked up, hooking up with anyone who comes her way? I didn't drink, had never touched drugs. I was a virgin and had never had s*x with my boyfriend, even though we were really close this time. Yup, Akila had accurately guessed my type. Being a 'good girl' wasn't particularly fun; if anything, it was exhausting. Achieving perfect grades for my parents, missing out on weekend fun except for my dance classes, attending prayer nights, and always completing my homework on time was just plain boring. It was high time I made some changes.