Mr Kingston’s Roommate

His eyes flickered open then shut lazily and then he tilted his head painfully towards me, a groan escaping his lips. "L–Lei---" he breathed out and a gasp escaped my busted lips, I reached out, crying out in pain when I felt shards of glass puncturing deeper into my skin, "Blake." I called out weakly, tears swelling in my eyes as I stared at his bloodied face. His eyes flickered shut and I tried reaching for the large shard of glass punctured into his chest, right beside his heart. There was a long gash split in the middle of his forehead and blood poured out of it like a broken dam. And all I could do was lay there helplessly, hoping that he wouldn't die. At the age of nineteen moving to college, starting your new adult life and having the best time of your life was the goal for most teenagers. But for Leila Hart it was the complete opposite. It was a race to leave behind her toxic past, the past that demolished her image, her family, and her sanity. Moving and starting fresh was Leila's number one priority, she desperately sought to avoid the people that constantly reminded her that she was worthless but never had she thought she would meet someone who made her feel things that she thought she would never experience. . . Extreme anger.  After her dorm room is given off to another student Leila is stuck with no other than Professor Kingston, or as she simply calls him Mr Kingston. The Scottish king with the body of a model, the mind of young Einstein and the attitude of a spoiled rich brat. But deep down Blake Kingston was more than that, he was a damaged little boy who also moved to escape his troubled past and along the way he encounters her. . .Leila Hart.  What happens when these two collide?  Fire works and Lethal wounds.  You play with fire. . .you get burnt.