chapter 6

Randy's pov:

barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that stupid smirk of his,the way he looked so sure of himself, like I already belonged to him. Senior Carlson. The devil himself.

I buried my head under the pillow, groaning. Why me? Out of everyone on campus, why did he have to choose me for his this? My friend, who's also my room mate, looked at me confused, but didn't say anything. After I kept talking to myself he burst out laughing. "Are you ok?"

I responded yes before he turned back to his screen.

I don't like the fact that his so full of himself,

But yet… my lips still tingled from the same kiss, I swore I didn’t want to. My chest tightened when I remembered his grip on my waist, how close he’d pulled me. It made me feel small and trapped, and also noticed at the same time.

“Ugh, get out of my head,” I muttered to myself, tossing the pillow across the room.

Making my roommate raise he head again. I quickly apologized and told him I was just thinking of game . That's why I fling the pillow. Woke up the next day feeling reluctant.

When I finally dragged myself to class, the whispers had already started. I could feel eyes following me, like everyone knew something I didn’t. My friends were no help either,snickering, nudging each other, throwing me those annoying looks.

“Why are you blushing, Randy?” one of them teased.

“I’m not,” I snapped, even though my ears burned.

I hated that Carlson had this power over me, even when he wasn’t around. I hated it more because a part of me,liked the attention.

I clenched my fists under the desk, determined. I’ll never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

But when my phone buzzed and I saw his name flash across the screen, my heart still jumped.

I panic and shove my phone back into my pocket, refusing to read his message. If I ignored him, maybe he’d get bored and move on to someone else.And I'll finally enjoy my peace.

Wishful thinking.

Because the next moment, the classroom door creaked open, and he walked in like he owned the entire faculty. Senior Carlson. My stomach dropped.

The chatter in the room quieted. Heads turned. Some of my classmates even smiled knowingly, like they’d been waiting for this show.

He didn’t even look at the lecturer’s desk or the seats. His eyes found me instantly, sharp and unrelenting. I froze, heat rushing to my face.

“There you are,” he said, loud enough for the whole room to hear. That stupid smirk tugged at his lips as he strode toward me, ignoring the whispers.

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

“Senior, what are you doing here?” I hissed when he stopped at my desk, leaning down like he owned me.

“I came to make sure you kept your promise,” he whispered back, close enough that only I could hear. “Didn’t I tell you to come early? To be a good boy for me?”

"So why did you come late' I asked him

I washed his stutter, while being covered in shame.

" I was just 5 minutes late, I swear I woke up earlier."

The entire class was watching. My friends were biting back laughter. Someone even pulled out their phone.

I shoved my chair back and stood, my pulse hammering. “Get lost, Carlson. I’m not your..”

But before I could finish, his hand landed casually on my shoulder, holding me in place with just enough pressure to remind me of last night. His voice turned silky, dangerous.

“Careful, Randy. If you raise your voice, I’ll tell them exactly what happened in the bathroom yesterday.”

My breath caught.

The class erupted in whispers, students craning their necks. They didn’t know if he was bluffing,but I did.Everyone was eager to know why he was leaning so close to be talking.

Meanwhile I know, he wouldn’t hesitate to humiliate me if I pushed too hard.

I clenched my jaw, glaring at him with everything in me and whispered. “You’re insane.”

He only grinned wider, his fingers brushing lightly against my neck before he finally pulled away. “Insanely into you, maybe.”

My friends couldn't help but gasp and giggle.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to disappear. But most of all, I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

And for the first time, I wondered,was I really fighting him… or myself?

The class was still buzzing when the door banged open again,this time around it was our lecturer. He stopped dead at the sight of Carlson standing by my desk, smirk and all. I felt relieved because I thought he would storm out at the sight of the lecture, but no he stood still making me more tense.

“Senior Carlson,” the lecturer said with surprise, then with a polite smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here. You’re not in this course, are you?”

Carlson straightened, that arrogant calm never leaving his face. “No, sir. I just came to check on a… junior of mine.” His eyes flicked to me briefly, and my stomach twisted.

The lecturer chuckled nervously, probably thinking it was just harmless senior-junior banter. “Well, since you’re here, I’d like to ask a favor. We are planning an orientation for the freshmen next week and you're one of the most respected seniors on campus. Could you help organize and maybe give a short talk?”

I almost choked. Respected? If only he knew.

Carlson gave a small nod, lips curving in that easy smile that fooled everyone. “Of course, sir. I’d be honored.”

The lecturer’s face lit up with relief. “Excellent. I’ll send you the details later. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we really should begin class.”

Carlson glanced down at me one last time, lowering his voice so only I could hear: “See? Even the lecturers know I’m the one in charge.”

Then he walked out as casually as if he hadn’t just humiliated me.

I wanted to scream.

The class went on, though I barely heard a word. My friends kept sneaking looks at me, some grinning, some shaking their heads. The moment the lecturer dismissed us, they pounced.

“So…” Brian dragged the word, throwing his arm over my shoulder as we walked out. “Care to explain why Senior Carlson came to your desk like that?”

“Yeah,” Jayden added, grinning ear to ear. “You’ve barely been here a month and already the most dangerous guy on campus is calling you his junior. What did you do, Randy?”

“Nothing,” I snapped. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Mmhm,” Jayden hummed, clearly not believing me.

We decided to cool off at a small diner near campus. Greasy fries, cold sodas, laughter—it was a relief after the suffocating classroom. For a while, I almost forgot about Carlson.

But of course, my friends wouldn’t let me off that easily.

Halfway through the meal, I leaned forward, eyes looking at me mischievously. “Be honest, Randy , is there anything we should know ? Or are u guys dating?I mean do you like him.?

Then Sandy came in with her delusional mind " ohh my, can't believe that just in a month my friend has become one of the hottest guys on campus. Ohh I'll die of joy. I'm already a shipper."

I froze, soda halfway to my lips. “What? No! Are you insane?”

Brian smirked knowingly. “Then why do you look guilty every time we bring him up?”

I glared at both of them, heart racing. “I don’t like him. I hate him. He’s arrogant, controlling, and...and...”

“And yet,” Jayden cut in smoothly, “he’s the only person who makes you blush this much.”

The table erupted in laughter, and I buried my face in my hands.

I hated them. I hated Carlson. And most of all—I hated the tiny, traitorous part of me that wasn’t sure anymore.

Just then a text came in

Carlson:come to my place today at 9pm

Randy:I won't

Carl:Then wait for me at your dorm. I'll come get you.

Randy:you don't know where I live

Carl. You'll be shocked whether you come to me or I come to you.

We rounded up our talk then headed back home. I took my bath and told Brian I'm heading out needing some air and if he'd like to come and as predicted he declined cause he was deep into his Mobil game.

I used the opportunity and followed the description Carlson had given me to his place.

Immediately I got there and entered the house, before I could talk he drew me in quickly and slammed the door

I was confused"... Wait..wait . What are you doing .Huh calm down. I could barely talk

Carlson smirks and replied get a grip of yourself, I just want to...