Chapter five

Emily's POV

"Ahhhh" I groan in pain and so does Tyler.

"What the fuck?" He growls loudly as he reaches for the night lamp on the bedside table, switching it on.

"What happened?" I ask in confusion and sit up.

"What are you doing on my bed?" He asks with a cold voice and I jump in shock as I realize I had come to his own bed while I was in a hurry to not get caught.

How the hell did I miss that?

I'm left speechless as I struggle for words,"I...uhm...I…"

He cuts me off by saying,"Up"

"Huh?" I ask stupidly, in confusion.

"Get the fuck out of my bed" He says with a loud voice, sending shivers down my spine and I jump out of his bed, walking… practically staggering towards my own bed.

Classes haven't even begun and I already feel like dropping out and going back home to my granny in LA where no one dares to yell at me or behave in such a rude manner towards me.

"Just so you know. This is still my room and I do not want anyone else coming in here" Tyler's voice breaks through my thoughts.

Seriously,why does this guy give Jerk a new meaning every passing second?

The rest of the night is spent in silence as I find myself staring up at the ceiling, hoping and begging for sleep to overtake me but it doesn't. 

My thoughts are filled with everything that has happened since I got here.

For someone I had just met, he's being so rude and cold towards me and I'm starting to regret even coming here.

Had my brother told me that I would be sharing a room with his arrogant friend I wouldn't have bothered coming, I'd have just told granny to get me a place of my own but I know that's far from happening,given my health condition.

After a few minutes of rummaging through my thoughts, sleep finally takes over me. I wake up the following morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee overtaking my senses as I pull my eyes open.

I quickly get off the bed. The first thing that grabs my attention the moment I get up is the empty space on Tyler's bed.

Sighing heavily, I put on my flip-flop and walk towards the door, leaving the room. I walk down to the kitchen to find Kyle making breakfast.

"Hey" I say as soon as I walk into the kitchen and Kyle turns to face me upon hearing my voice.

"You're awake" He flashes me a smile as he pulls out three plates and sets them on the counter. He fills them with two slices of sandwiches each and places three mugs filled with freshly made coffee beside each plate.

"I'm starving" I inform him as my stomach grumbles.

"I've made breakfast but first you need to brush your teeth,you don't wanna eat with those germs stuck up your teeth" He laughs and takes a bite off his own plate of sandwich.

I joined him in laughter,"Yeah. Where's the bathroom?" I ask him.

"The last door upstairs" He says with a mouthful of sandwich.

"Where are your etiquettes,Lateef?" I laugh, calling him by his middle name,the name my granny had given him while he was still a baby.

Kyle hated the name Lateef with utmost passion right from his childhood days,each day,he would always ask my granny why she chose to name him that out of all the muslim names she could have given him and she'd always laugh and tell him it was her grandfather's name and he reminded her of him.

What upset him the most was the way she pronounced it. He said she made him sound like a thief. They'd spend hours arguing about the name until one of them got tired and decided to drop the topic which I always found hilarious.

My grandparents were from Egypt. They were both muslims since my grandpa grew up in an islamic society where he met my granny and then they got married and gave birth to my dad who lived in Egypt up until his middle school years and later moved to LA where he met my mum a few years later. She was his highschool sweetheart and he switched religion a year after they had Kyle.

"Do not call me that!" Kyle squeaks, making me laugh even more.

"Sure Lateef" I say, laughing out loud at the expression on his face.

"Fuck,you sound like granny!" He scoffs.

I keep laughing as I turn around, about to walk out of the kitchen when my chest bumps into someone.

I look up to see Tyler staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face as he looks down at me,his gaze piercing into mine.

I gulp,unable to form any audible sentence with his scorching gaze fixed directly on me,

"Hi.. I'm…uhm …I…." He doesn't even wait for me to finish as he walks around me, heading straight for the refrigerator. 

"Hey,bro" Tyler greets Kyle as he pulls the refrigerator open and my eyes follow his movements as I watch him pull out a plastic bottle filled with water from the fridge.

"Hey," Kyle replies with a mouthful of sandwich.

And I practically feel like screaming, Where are your etiquettes Lateef?

Tyler closes the refrigerator and turns around. He makes his way over to one of the seats on the counter beside Kyle who's busy eating his sandwich.

I sit back quietly as I watch him pull the cap of the plastic bottle open, drinking straight from the bottle and I cringe in disgust at how unhygienic that is.

If it were anyone else doing that, I'd give them an earful about how unhygienic that is,but what do I say to someone as rude as Tyler?.

"Hey,pass me the bottle man," Kyle says and my mouth hangs open as Tyler hands him the bottle which he had already drank halfway through, making me almost choke on my own saliva as Kyle lowers the bottle to his lips, drinking straight from the same bottle which Tyler had just drank from.

Whoever said boys are pigs was extremely right!

"Are there any sandwiches left?. I'm starving" Tyler asks and without uttering a word,Kyle points at the third plate filled with sandwiches.

I watch as Tyler leans forward to grab the plate from the counter and that's when I notice the armband wrapped tightly around the bare skin of his arm.

My eyes also shift down to his clothes and that's when it dawns on me that he had gone out to jog because he's now putting on black shorts with a sweatshirt hanging loosely on his bare shoulder along with a headband tied around his head, pushing his already messy hair backwards.

As he starts to munch on his sandwich,I take my time to study his appearance from his messy black hair to the clean shave of non-existent hair lying lowly underneath his nose as well as the piercing on his ear with shiny black earring clipped on it.

A pair of arched eyebrows rest above the extremely long lashes framing his hooded gray eyes which has a sharp pointed nose resting underneath it.

I also notice the grills molded on his teeth, covering halfway through the visible set of white teeth on his mouth as he speaks with Kyle about something related to a fight with someone.

The exposed skin of his shirtless body catches my attention instantly and that's when I notice the ink layered below the back of his neck and onto several sections of his right arm,barely leaving any space for unpainted skin whereas the rest of his body is spotless.

I watch as his full pink lips move while eating and I feel my stomach tingle at the sudden urge to test its softness.

I know I shouldn't be thinking in such a way about someone I barely know but I can't help the rumble in my stomach as I stare at him.

"Emily?" Kyle calls me, cutting through my thoughts and my eyes shift from Tyler to meet his questioning eyes.

"I… I… uhm… I was just about leaving" I swallow, pointing towards the living area as I take a step back, moving slowly backwards.

"Right" Kyle says, raising questioning eyes at me and my eyes meet Tyler's for a few seconds but then he breaks away instantly and takes his attention back to his half eaten sandwich, totally ignoring me.

"I'll just go" I say awkwardly and my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, earning a scowl from Kyle as he shakes his head.