BITTEN BY A VAMPIRE, MARKED BY A LYCAN

Bella’s POV 

“YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME !” I cringed as I saw who my roommate was.

“Please tell me that you are the cleaning lady,” the occupant of the dorm rudely pleaded.

“And I hope you are the plumber,” I retorted back.

“Woah lady ! This hot piece in front of you might look freaking hot shirtless while doing the plumbing work but kindly keep your pervy fantasies with you,” he arrogantly replied. “Now excuse me please but I’ve got some beauty sleep to catch. This pretty face here needs at least 8 hours of sleep to look so fresh,” he added as he shoved me off roughly by the shoulder and slammed the front door on my face.

“The fuck ?” I incredulously cursed and immediately caused a ruckus as I banged the door thunderously.

“What the hell, bitch ? Do you want to batter down my door ?” the highly infuriating piece of talking shit hollered after opening the door for the second time.

“Fuck off,” I angrily said as I pushed him away while stomping my feet over his and then ran the wheels of my luggage over his said feet.

“Bloody hell !?” he whined in agonizing pain as he stood numb by the door and locked it shut.

“I just can’t believe it that this huge university could not find me a decent dorm with a decent, female roommate,” I remarked as I took in the speck clean surroundings around me.

“And I can’t believe that your parents couldn’t produce a decent child,” he scoffed.

“Which one is your room ?” I asked while ignoring the highly humiliating insult.

The apartment was undeniably neatly kept and both the rooms were spectacularly clean too with properly made beds.

Seems like the guy was a germaphobe or a clean freak or both.

“Both are MINE. Now get your filthy ass out of here and ask for a room change,” the 6 feet tall, handsome hunk demanded.

“Guess yours is the left one then,” I shrugged and dragged my luggage with me before slamming the door shut.

A knock resounded immediately after and I hesitated to open for a while but then the boy’s voice came in.

“Miss, please open the door. I need my things,” he said and I instantly opened the door.

As soon as I let him in, I immediately regretted my decision.

“Oh my fucking God ! What the hell are you doing ?” I shrieked as I watched him fumble with his pyjamas.

“What do you think am I doing ?” he asked with an evil smirk.

“Pee on the bed to mark your territory ?” I counter questioned unsure. At least that’s what it looked like to me.

“ …. ”

“ …. ”

“Do you think I am a dog ?” he asked bemused.

“Yeah and that too a nasty one,” I answered back. “Now please don’t bite me,” I pleaded. “Shoo doggie shoo,” I dramatically said as I waved the back of my hand to get him out of my room.

“You are so stupid,” he huffed and strode towards the room’s wardrobe to get his things.

“Why the hell were you fumbling with your pyjamas if you just had to take away your things ?” I indignantly demanded.

“Coz I was adjusting the waist band so that I could kneel down to get these,” he angrily answered back while gesturing towards his stuff.

“Oh !” I sheepishly exclaimed and I bet my cheeks tinted pink like a fool.

“By the way my name is Kai. What is yours ?” he asked as he scavenged out all his stuff.

“Diaz. Bella Diaz,” I introduced myself.

“And I am Bond. James Bond,” he dramatically said as he imitated my voice.

“You are so rude,” I remarked as I scrunched my face in annoyance.

“You are not exactly delightful yourself, Ma’am,” he taunted back.

“I can already foresee a miserable year with you,” I sighed.

“How about you ask for a room change then ?” he shrugged.

“I did try that genius,” I scoffed. “The Dean personally told me that all other dorms were filled except for a fucking room here,” I grumbled.

“Go and stay with your parents then or find yourself an apartment nearby,” he suggested.

“Don’t tell me what to do or what not to do but since you are so interested to know then let me tell you that I am here on a scholarship and I intend to make full use of it including free accommodation by the university,” I said and by the time I reached the last part of the sentence, I was literally screaming my lungs out while poking the boy’s chest who stared back at me wide eyed.

“How old are you, Bella ?” he asked with all seriousness as he raised an eyebrow.

“I am 17 years old but I am going to turn 18 next month,” I replied. “Why do you ask ?” I questioned while crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“The Dean gave you a room with a teacher ?” he more of stated than asked in shock. “And how come you are in a university at such a young age ?” he questioned.

Now it was my turn to stand open mouthed with a stone shocked expression.

“YOU ARE A WHAT ?” I shrieked as realization dawned me.

“These are faculty quarters,” he answered amused with a smirk.

Ughh. I hate it when he smirks like that.

And on top of it, I am not only going to stay with a male asshole but an asshole who is a teacher too ?

Great !

Just fuck my life.

But then the spacious apartment answers so many questions.

Student dorms are not meant to be so homely.

Sigh !

I will just learn to adjust maybe which I hardly think is possible with this jerk.

“You didn’t answer my previous question,” he pressed. “What are you doing in a university ?” he quizzed again.

“I skipped a few grades in school and when I was 14 years old I went to college. After that I got a scholarship here and I will be studying a post grad course in Business Studies for 1 year,” I explained.

“Awesome. I will control your grades too then,” he pointed out.

He’s got to be kidding me.

Could my life get any more fucked up with this jerk ?

Nghh.

“How old are you ?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He looked like a gorgeous teenager himself.

“Don’t you know it is rude to ask your elders their age ?” he taunted. “I thought you were smart but turns out you are as dumb as a newborn pup,” he teased.

This guy is making even breathing the same air as him impossible.

I swear I am going to make his life hell just like he did for me in the ice cream shop.

Jerk face. 

“Thank you for the value education, Grandpa. I only asked out of goodwill so that I could count down your days when you would get a heart attack and die in your own shit,” I sweetly said.

His face immediately fell at that unexpected comeback and I was doing a small victory dance in my head on seeing him fume in fury.

“I am 17 years old too,” he revealed and this time it was my turn to showcase my shock.

I had thought that he had the looks of a teenager but must be in his early 20’s but 17 ?

That was theoretically impossible !

He is not a prof here then ?

“Don’t joke with me !” I scowled but he only grinned back.

“No, I am speaking the truth. Why would I lie ?” he asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

“You became a professor at the age of 17 ?” I questioned in disbelief.

“No Ma’am. I became a professor when I was 16 and I am also going to turn 18 next month,” he disclosed.

“This is so weird,” I muttered under my breath.

“I heard that,” he fake coughed.

“You were meant to,” I snorted and hurried inside the washroom to just get away from this irritating personality.

As soon as I got inside the washroom, things quickly escalated from bad to worse !

“OH MY GOD !!!” I screamed in horror and immediately after Kai came running inside the bathroom too.

“What happened ? What happened ?” he asked petrified as he looked around in the spic and span washroom.

“THIS IS A SHARED BATHROOM !?” I shrieked again horrified.

“Jeez woman. You almost gave me a heart attack when you screamed like that. You should surely get an award for overacting,” he ranted.

“How can you be so calm about this arrangement ?” I asked in shock.

“When you screamed like that, I was thinking about worse things but now that you mention it, sharing the whole apartment with you is not a great idea either if you ask me,” the impudent man snapped back.

“You should apologize,” I murmured out of nowhere.

“Oh really ? For what ?” he asked in an amused voice while crossing his arms.

“For starters lets start with you ruining my dress with your Vanilla ice cream in the ice cream shop and then pouring your cola over my head to turn me into a “Cola Ice Cream,” I answered angrily.

“It was YOUR fault that you tripped over me and ruined MY favourite ice cream,” he stubbornly rebuked.

“For a teacher you are quite a shitty role model,” I muttered angrily.

“Are you done ?” he exasperately asked.

“What ?” I questioned back in shock.

“I asked ARE YOU FUCKING DONE ? Are you done with your ranting and rambling about me ? Let’s just respect each other’s space for now and make a bathroom schedule as well as a kitchen schedule so that we can carry out our daily activities peacefully and independently from each other. I can see that we are stuck with each other for a full damn year so it would be better if we act civilly towards one another. It is just a matter of 2 fucking semesters,” he finally concluded his monologue.

“Ok,” I assented and went back to my room.

“And yes. Don’t touch my groceries or wine bottles and I won’t touch your stuff. Just stay clear from my room and I steer away from yours. Do not enter my room without knocking and for fuck’s sake keep everything clean in the apartment,” he instructed and I simply nodded back in agreement.

What he said made sense and I was frankly too tired to argue with him right now.

So the best possible thing was to just agree to what he was saying.

I will deal with him later.

Now, I just wanted him out of my room so that I could rest.

I just wanted to sleep and dream of my home.

I missed my home so much.

My real home. Sweet home.

Sigh !

I don’t know when I peeled off my dress and knocked out my shoes, but soon enough I was enveloped in the warmth of the duvet and my mind wandered off to dream land as soon as my head touched the pillow.

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