6- LUCAS'S CONFESSION

~Collins~

The room is so quiet and serene. This is the moment, for real. That peace!

I am still recovering from a cold, and I hardly left my bed for a week.

The big guy, Jaxson, didn't stop texting me. I had to archive his chats. I can't type a text to save my life.

Lucas on the other hand would also not miss any opportunity to piss me off once he gets back from lectures.

Sigh….

This is what I want to avoid so bad. Hate to love relationships and their likes. I am not in for it, but somehow, I am gradually giving in.

I need to figure out a way to slip off this shit before I receive another break-up. I am not mentally prepared for any of that.

I step into the shower, turn on the water, and let out a sigh of relief as the warm water flows over my body. I close my eyes and allow myself to relax.

I am about to reach for the soap, only for the room window to creak open.

Why is Lucas jumping in through the window?

"Can't you come in through the door?" I say in anger. But there is no response, which is very unlike Lucas.

I quickly turn off the shower, my heart racing in my chest. "Who's there?"

There is no response, and I call out again the second time, louder this time, "Lucas, is that you?" But still, there is no response. I feel a sense of unease creeps over me.

I slid open the bathtub curtains. My eyes are burning from the little lather of soap in them.

I reach for the towel, and someone suddenly stretches their hand and grabs it, causing me to jump back in alarm. "Who is it? Who's there? Lucas, if it is you, stop it!"

I rinse my face and come out of the shower, and my heart leaps into my throat as Richard stands outside the bathroom door, looking straight at me with the towel in his hands.

"OH MY GOD!!!" I scream, crossing my arms over my private part to cover my exposed body. "What are you doing here?! Get out!!"

I quickly grab the towel he is holding and cover my body. I wrap it around my body, trying to cover up as much as possible. I feel very vulnerable and exposed.

"Why are you covering up so quickly?" Richard sneers.

"You don't need to cover up for me." He continues, gesturing to the towel. "I've seen you like this before. You know I've seen enough of you."

"How dare you crawl back here!" I snap back in a harsh tone. "Get out! I don't want to ever see you, today should be the last day I see you around here!"

This was what I was scared of when I was allocated a space in Riedel Hall. I knew this basketballer would do something stupid.

He used my heart to play his matches. What does he want now?

Richard stares at my lips, then down my towel and hips. He runs his tongue over his lips and—

That's when I clap my hands!

"You have to leave now! Leave!!"

"Leave?" He bites his lower lip. "I am here for you baby boy, don't you miss me?"

I roll my eyes at the pervert. He is the most sick person in the world to think I would miss him. Nigga ran away, leaving me in a hotel room. I even paid the bills, and he wants me to miss him.

I hiss and push him away to enter the room, but he pulls the edge of my towel drawing me to his chest.

My hands are over his shoulders and his skinny arms are wrapping around my waist.

"I've missed you so much, Collins," he says, staring into my eyes. He reaches out to kiss me, but I turn away my face, avoiding his lips.

"Let me go, Richard!"

He lifts my jaw to meet his face, then softly caresses my cheeks before saying, "You should be glad I came back." He uses his other hand to grab my ass. "We should roll in the sheets soon, I fucking miss the old days."

I am trying so hard to compose myself but those words spike something in me and before I can stop myself, I retract from his grip and my hand resounds a hot slap on his cheeks.

I watch those mild black eyes suddenly turn fire-blazing, his tongue massaging the area as if he didn't expect me to do that.

I didn't either but he had the guts to crawl back, and for a passionate night?

Why am I so unlucky?

The blonde-haired basketballer in front of me should be yelling after what I just did, he is used to shouting at little things. But he smiles, stepping closer to me.

I shift back a step, feeling my heart race with nervousness. Regardless of what Richard did, I still feel something for him.

"Stop it! Don't take any step closer—"

"Why not?" Richard halts my word. "Are you scared? Scared that you can't be able to resist me?"

He moves closer still, his eyes locked on mine, and he reaches out to brush my hair away from my face.

My heart skips a beat as I feel his fingers on my skin. I want to pull away and tell him to stop, but I can't seem to find the words.

I silently study the column of his neck and my eyes travel to his abs under his transparent white shirt. He is so hot. That was what attracted me to him a year ago.

"Don't make it hard for me, Collin. I want you back! I fucked up, I know. But you are mine and only mine!"

"Who is yours?" Lucas asks, walking into the room. I grunt to myself seeing his confused face. He should leave the door and save me before I give in to Richard's seduction.

Richard clenches his fist. "And who are you?"

"Who am I?" Lucas grins wolfishly. "Collin, didn't you tell him already?"

"Is there anything I need to know?" Richard asks, shifting his gaze back to me.

"COLLINS IS MY BOYFRIEND! HE IS MINE NOW!" Lucas screams at the top of his voice.