Five |Leia Welsh|

I wake up feeling like I got hit by a truck, rubbing my temples to alleviate the throbbing pain. Blinking away the fog in my eyes, I discover Ari snoozing on top of me, while Henson is passed out on the floor. Typical.

"GOOD MORNING, USA!" I shout, clapping my hands together loudly.

Ari falls off me in surprise, landing on Henson who lets out a high-pitched yelp that wouldn't be out of place in a Disney princess movie.

"I HAVE A FEELING THAT IT'S GONNA BE ONE SHITTY ASS DAY," I continue, as Ari retaliates by tossing a pillow my way, her fiery hair a wild mess.

Gotta love American Dad. I haven't watched it since I was younger, but I do remember it was funny. I also really liked the opening. I like most openings, especially anime openings.

Like 'gurenge' from demon slayer or 'unravel' from Tokyo Ghoul. I'm not really an anime fan, I just really like their intro song openings. I don't understand a single word, but I like the melody and lyrics, whatever the hell they mean.

"Can't you just act normal for once?" Henson mumbles, fumbling around for his glasses on the floor. I can't help but smirk at his disheveled state.

"If you want to be fashionably late for class, be my guest, Snow White," I retort, causing him to scramble to his feet, hastily pecking Ari on the forehead before darting out of our dorm in a panic, much to my amusement.

He still has like an hour before class starts, I just didn't want to see his face around my dorm so early in the morning.

Once you mention that he's going to be late for something, he doesn't even check the time, instead he goes all haywire and bolts to wherever he needs to be.

"Next time, maybe just give me a gentle tap on the shoulder, yeah?" Ari grumbles, as I help her up from the floor.

"Got it, wake-up calls will be more civilized from now on," I promise, following her to the kitchen after shedding my shorts due to the stifling heat.

I grab a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, my go-to breakfast choice. I mean they're the best cereal out there – sorry not sorry to all the Captain Crunch and chocolate cereal lovers.

How anyone can handle all that sugar first thing in the morning is beyond me. Sure, Honey Nut Cheerios have their fair share of sugar, but it's not overpowering like those other options. Plus, the honey flavor adds a nice touch that you can actually taste.

"Did you mingle last night?" Ari asks, a sly grin on her face that reminds me of Kohl Warren and the kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

I push those thoughts aside and simply shake my head in response. After the way things went down yesterday, Warren's bound to regret his words. Or maybe not. Who knows?

One thing's for sure, though – when he mentioned that I wanted the same thing he did, he wasn't entirely wrong.

I did want it, until he revealed his identity and all my instincts screamed at me to run in the opposite direction. And run I did, thankfully.

"You need to break out of your shell, Leia," Ari insists, taking a big bite of her banana as she speaks.

"I did go to a party, you know. That's a big step for me," I retort, watching as Ari shrugs nonchalantly before disappearing into her room.

I finish off the last of my milk and then gather up the blankets and pillows that Henson had scattered around my room last night.

The guy insisted on having some comfort to sleep on, even though there was an empty bed in Ari's room, but he was practically glued to Ari's side all night.

I still can't figure out how Ari managed to fall asleep on top of me, but now my body is paying the price.

I head to the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day's stress until, out of nowhere, it turns icy cold. I yelp and jump out of the shower, feeling more awake than ever.

I swear, I told Ari a hundred times not to take showers at the exact same time as me.

But does she listen? Nope.

She always forgets, leaving me to suffer the consequences of her forgetfulness.

"ARIA EVERS, I SWEAR ON BAXTER-"

"SORRY," she shouts, interrupting my shower.

I quickly turn off the water, dry myself off, and throw on some blue denim shorts and a black crop top.

Exiting the bathroom, a blast of cold air hits me, sending shivers down my spine. It feels so refreshing that I almost want to linger in that moment forever.

Ari rushes into my room, grabs her phone, and darts out again, probably trying to avoid my intense gaze after that little shower incident.

Ari always takes forever to get ready, so I decide to head to campus alone. I pop in an earbud, crank up the volume on an anime playlist filled with amazing songs, because deep down, I'm a feen for anime intros. I smile to myself when 'Departure' from Hunter X Hunter plays.

As I make my way on campus, minding my own business, I feel a sudden weight on my shoulder. I look up to see Warren, with his annoyingly handsome grin, thinking he's being all smooth and charming.

Without missing a beat, I promptly shrug off his arm, nearly knocking myself out in the process. I pause my music, which was just starting to put me in a good mood and shoot him a glare that could freeze hell over.

"Leia, right? What's your schedule so we can meet up after you finish your classes, angel?" he asks, his word of choice always making me cringe when he calls me 'angel'.

Even my name sounds like some cheap nickname in his mouth.

"My first class is leave me alone, my second class is fuck off, and then there's my favorite, my third class, which is no chance in hell honors," I reply, watching him smile even brighter.

Is he the kind of guy who enjoys rejection, maybe it's some weird kink of his?

A gorgeous girl decides to shoot him a flirty wink like it's the grand finale of the World Flirting Championships. And what does Mr. Smooth Operator do?

He responds with a nonchalant nod, as if he's casually acknowledging the existence of a passing squirrel.

Classic playboy move right there.

I can practically see the invisible trail of broken hearts he leaves in his wake. I resist the urge to gag dramatically.

Seriously, I can feel the bile rising in my throat. This guy's reputation as a ladies' man isn't just a rumor, it's a full-blown epidemic.

I bet he doesn't even remember the poor girl's name. I wouldn't be surprised if he referred to her as "Hey, you" or "What's-her-face" in his mind.

"Don't be so icy, you know you wanted to have sex with me until you found out my name," he says, grinning as he walks behind me, easily keeping up with my fast pace. I roll my eyes at his cocky attitude.

"Warren, I'm sure there are plenty of hot and bothered females out there ready to jump into your bed, so go pester them instead,"

"It's Kohl, but you knew that. And I'm not asking for your fucking virginity, I'm just asking for one night,"

"What if I told you that I actually am a virgin? Why would I just hand over my sweet innocence like that?" I question, stopping and looking at him, curious to see how he'll respond.

He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who's into all that pressure that comes with deflowering a girl. Nope, not his style at all.

"Then I wouldn't bother you, but you're not a virgin, so c'mon, angel. I'll leave you alone forever," he says, his persistence making me pause and consider his offer. The gears in my head start turning at his persistence.

The positives? Maybe he's great in bed. Maybe he'll finally leave me alone.

The negatives? He probably has std's. He probably won't leave me alone. He's also a jock, and he's a man-whore.

Negatives far outweigh the positives.

"Why do you want to sleep with me specifically? I could be horrible in bed," I arch my eyebrow as I notice the whispers and stares from other people around us.

"No idea, but I wanted to from the first time you sexually assaulted me," he says loudly, causing me to stand on my tippy toes and quickly cover his mouth with my hand.

I glance around at the passing students and smile, trying to salvage the situation before they think I'm some pervert, but Warren decides to lick my fingers, making me recoil and wipe my hand on my shorts.

"How about you let me know if you want to have sex with me by the end of the day," I retort, trying to maintain my cool as he smirks back at me.

Sex. Sex. Sex. Is that all this guy thinks about?

"I'll be sure to tell you the same thing," he replies with a charming smile, causing me to furrow my brows in disbelief.

This guy is seriously messed up. He's like a walking sex machine, always ready for action. How can someone be so obsessed with sex? But I know he's going to regret it once I march into the principal's office later today. It's time to give the principal my definitive answer. I can't keep him waiting forever.