Beauty In The Boy's Dorm

Lana's Point of View

We all have classes early this morning, so I woke up earlier. I got up from my bed by 5:30, climbed down the ladder from the bunk.

I picked up the uniform that I hung in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure that I was quiet enough not to wake anyone up.

I turned on the lock as soon as I got inside for guaranteed protection. I can't let anyone catch me naked while I bathe.

Especially not Noah, anyone but Noah. I don't even want to imagine his reaction.

I took my bath as quickly as I could, changing into my uniform, double-checking myself to see that everything was fine in the mirror.

My breasts were well hidden, and any other signs of my femininity were tucked away.

"Ah!" A small scream of surprise escaped my lips as I opened the door.

My other roommate was standing in front of the door, his hands tucked in the pockets of his loose pants, his jet-black hair framing his beautiful green eyes that resembled the sea.

I was so startled by his presence that I felt my legs stumble back, and I lost my footing. He dramatically caught me before I could fall; he held me by the small of my back as he steadied me.

His palms brushed the binding around my back, and his eyes narrowed at me.

"T-Thank y-you." I stammered as I quickly escaped from his grip, about to leave the bathroom, his huge frame blocked my path, refusing to grant me freedom.

"Did you get dressed in the bathroom?" He asked suspiciously, his voice was soft, smooth, and velvety like melted butter. "It's just some minutes past six in the morning, and you are completely dressed?"

My brain turned off the instant he questioned me; I was unable to find any excuse.

"Huh, um..." I stammered. "Um... I like to be punctual."

"Maybe next time, you won't lock the door?" My panicked eyes followed him as he strolled towards the bathroom sink. "I needed to use the bathroom too, but I had to wait. There are three shower tops, enough for us to bathe together, unless you are hiding something."

My breath hitched again, but I said nothing. He is suspicious of me already; he threw that statement as a trap. Depending on what I say, he might try to investigate further.

"I apologize, I am still just a little nervous," I muttered. "And I didn't have the confidence to take a shared bath."

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"Uh, are you all done dressing up?" Noah asked as he stirred from his bed. I was at my study table as I stole glances at my other roommate while he dressed. "Why didn't anyone wake me up? It's fifteen minutes to seven. I am going to be late for class."

He suddenly flew from the bed, taking off his clothes as he ran into the bathroom. My eyes flickered back to my fingers as I could now feel my other roommates' gaze burning through me.

My heart pounded in my chest. He was suspicious of me, so I couldn't let my guard down.

We all left the room together. Noah has drawing classes today. The only person who was having science with me was my other hot roommate, whom I already have a crush on, and that meant we would have to go to class together.

"Um... Hi." I started, and only then did he glance in my direction.

I guess that's a yes, he is open to speaking.

"I apologize for locking the bathroom door earlier and taking all the time to bathe." I apologized. "I won't be so selfish next time."

"Well, as long as you understand, it is fine." He simply muttered, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"What is your name?" I asked, and the moment his eyes met mine, I felt my breathing stop again.

I squealed internally... he is just so handsome!

"Xavier." He answered as quickly as I asked. I was about to ask another question when I bumped into something, or rather someone.

And almost immediately, the phone the person was holding fell to the ground face-first.

I jumped back almost immediately as my eyes recognized the boy in front of me, his blue eyes softened when they recognized me too.

"Is bumping into people some kind of fetish for you, femboy?" he muttered with a smirk as he reached down to pick up his phone.

Silence stretched between us as he glanced at his phone screen that now had a huge crack; he tilted his head to one side. "What are we going to do about my phone screen? Yesterday it was my coat, today it's my phone-how do you intend to pay?"

Fuck, why does trouble keep surrounding me? Why do I keep bumping into this lunatic?

"I..." I trailed off when he suddenly poked my shoulders. He towered over me oppressively, and I stared up at his very handsome face that made me blush.

"Do I have to take your blazer or demand your entire school uniform this time around and parade you naked around the school?"

Xavier suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him protectively. He stepped towards Christian in a face-off.

They both looked so hot as they stood, and my heart began thumping wildly in my chest. Christian was slightly taller than Xavier, but the two looked quite similar.

Christian was giving off the billionaire Playboy type, while Xavier gave off a cold, but possessive boyfriend type.

I mean, it's not every day hot guys fight over you, even though you are pretending to be a boy.

"That is enough," Xavier told him sternly. "This is your fault; you were on your phone while walking."

"Well, I don't remember this being any of your business." Christian retorted calmly, with a playful smirk at the edge of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this.

And it made me wonder if he was gay. Does he like Xavier?

"It is my business," Xavier interrupted sharply. "Alan is with me, and if you have a problem with him, you have one with me."

Heat flushed my cheeks.

Will I be caught in the middle of a gay romance between two boys? Except that I am a girl, and it would be-shut up! I snapped internally. I don't think this was all about me; there seemed to be some sort of tension between them.

Do they perhaps know each other?

A small smile tugged at Christian's face. This devilishly handsome bastard's eyes then flickered towards me, and I jolted from fear.

He leaned in, his face only a centimeter away from mine.

"Don't forget, I still have your pass, and depending on whether you are a good boy or not, I might be holding it for longer." His voice was a sultry whisper that made goosebumps rise in my skin. "Do you understand me?"

I nodded, and he smirked again, this time his hands slipping into my hair to ruffle it.

"Good boy." His voice was a deep rumble that made a pulse run through my core.

Yup, coming to an all-boys school was a mistake. I realized the only enemy I have is my raving ovaries.

Christian then sent a playful glare at Xavier before waltzing off.