“Hi, excuse me? Is this Laura Smith’s designated room?”
My hand automatically stopped writing the moment I heard a familiar voice from the entrance of our room. “Yes, this is her classroom. Do you need anything?” my professor calmly replied. She was seated at her desk, currently discussing the life of Rizal. “Uh, yeah.” I looked up just as his eyes scanned the room, seemingly searching for someone. The moment our eyes met, he flashed a blinding smile. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “For fuck’s sake.” I added, forcing myself to ignore him. “What is it? You’re actually welcome to sit in my class. I don’t mind,” my professor chimed in flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes at her tone—after all, she was only a few years older than us. Apparently, she was a genius who had accelerated through school and graduated early. “Oh, no, thanks for the offer.” I could practically feel the heat of every girl’s gaze in the room. Why wouldn’t they stare? He was the campus darling, Mr. Perfect—everyone adored him. “I just wanted to give this to Ms. Smith.” I watched as every pair of eyes shifted toward me, while I sat there feeling like I was about to die on the spot. Without hesitation, the idiot waltzed inside, that annoying smirk still plastered on his face, and handed me a paper bag. “You forgot this. You were in such a rush. I told you, I could’ve given you a ride so you wouldn’t get stuck in traffic, but no, you just had to be stubborn.” I forced a tight-lipped smile before taking the bag from his hand. “Oh, and your underwear is in there too. Also, you have an overnight later, right? Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” My eyes widened in pure horror, but he just grinned and casually strolled toward the door. I held my breath until he reached the entrance. Okay. That’s enough— “Cole, why do you have Laura’s stuff? Do you guys hang out?” My damn classmate’s question made my eyes grow even bigger. Everyone immediately turned their attention back to the idiot. And just from his smirk, I knew he was about to say something outrageous. “Oh, no. We don’t just hang out, honey. We actually live together.” And with that, he left the room. For fuck’s sake! Why didn’t he clarify?! Cole James Huntsman! ------------ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to the actual persona, living or dead is purely coincidental. Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display, or any derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way. Please obtain permission. University Series: Tangled Ties copyright © 2025, all rights reserved to Blueesandy, always choose to skip the comment box, so you will have a great time guessing the whole story.“What? Mom, are you insane? Dad passed away only two years ago, and now you’re telling me you’re going to marry this man? How could you?!” I exclaimed, seething with anger as I sat on the sofa, my mother sitting beside the man she claimed she was going to marry. “Laura, please, don’t lose your respect. I’m still your mother,” she said, her voice laced with restrained irritation, but I didn’t care. “This is Edward. He was a close friend of your father’s—we’ve known him for a long time, and I know he’s a good man.” I let out a dry, bitter laugh. “And then what? After Dad’s funeral, you two found comfort in each other’s arms? And now, two years later, you want to replace him—” A sharp slap cut me off, silencing me instantly. A stinging sensation spread across my left cheek, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood at the corner of my lips. “You have no right to question my feelings for your father. You have no idea how much I suffered after losing him. I nearly died from the pain of hi
“What, is the surprise still not over? Do you really have to do something every single day, huh?” “Laura, watch your words! I am still your mother, you cannot talk to me like that!” There was a mix of frustration and pain in her voice—but who cares? “What’s wrong with our house that we have to move into your man’s place? We’ve lived here even before I was born, so why are you selling this house?! Do you really have no regard for the memories of Dad?!” I was furious—my voice was way too loud for a daughter speaking to her mother, but I fucking didn’t care! “Laura, we have to move on. Your father is not coming back, and it’s too painful for me to stay here surrounded by his memories. He may not have been a very faithful or good husband to me, but he was a perfect father to you.” “Yeah, that’s right! That’s freaking right! He was the perfect and best father to me, so don’t expect me to accept this ridiculous plan of yours, because there is no way in hell I ever will!” “Laura, I’m not
“What the hell is happening?” I don’t know how many times I’ve whispered that while staring at my laptop, watching a serial killer documentary. I couldn’t focus on what I was watching because my mind was still stuck on what happened at dinner earlier. Of all the possible sons my mom could have fallen for, why did it have to be that arrogant bastard? Fate must be messing with me. “Ah, shit!” I couldn’t help but curse and threw a piece of popcorn at the screen out of sheer frustration. “No wonder my stomach hurts. Someone’s probably cursing me right now.” “Fuck!” I screamed when someone suddenly spoke. I immediately looked up, and my irritation only grew when I saw who it was—standing with his hands on his hips, leaning against the door frame. “What the fuck, you really know how to get on my nerves, fucker.” Instead of getting annoyed, he laughed even more. “Oh, come on. Let’s be real here. Why are you even mad at me? I didn’t do anything wrong. And to tell you the truth, I should
“We will be having a trip on the 30th of this month. Details will be posted later today. All students interested in joining can fill out the form—I’ll send the link after lunch. The deadline is next Tuesday at noon. Class dismissed.”As soon as our professor left, I immediately rested my head on my desk and closed my eyes. The upcoming exams were stressing me out—starting tomorrow, we’d barely have time to sleep with the endless pile of reviewers. And this was just midterms. How much worse would it be when finals came around? Ugh, exhausting. And I still have to endure this for the next two years.I just want to be a frozen sausage in a freezer.Speaking of sausage—damn that Cole.It’s been two months since we moved in with them, yet my irritation towards him gets renewed every single day. He makes it a point to annoy me at every opportunity. That’s why I mostly eat in my room or stay inside. Sometimes, I step out just for a change of scenery—otherwise, I might die early if I keep sta
“We will be having a trip on the 30th of this month. Details will be posted later today. All students interested in joining can fill out the form—I’ll send the link after lunch. The deadline is next Tuesday at noon. Class dismissed.”As soon as our professor left, I immediately rested my head on my desk and closed my eyes. The upcoming exams were stressing me out—starting tomorrow, we’d barely have time to sleep with the endless pile of reviewers. And this was just midterms. How much worse would it be when finals came around? Ugh, exhausting. And I still have to endure this for the next two years.I just want to be a frozen sausage in a freezer.Speaking of sausage—damn that Cole.It’s been two months since we moved in with them, yet my irritation towards him gets renewed every single day. He makes it a point to annoy me at every opportunity. That’s why I mostly eat in my room or stay inside. Sometimes, I step out just for a change of scenery—otherwise, I might die early if I keep sta
“What the hell is happening?” I don’t know how many times I’ve whispered that while staring at my laptop, watching a serial killer documentary. I couldn’t focus on what I was watching because my mind was still stuck on what happened at dinner earlier. Of all the possible sons my mom could have fallen for, why did it have to be that arrogant bastard? Fate must be messing with me. “Ah, shit!” I couldn’t help but curse and threw a piece of popcorn at the screen out of sheer frustration. “No wonder my stomach hurts. Someone’s probably cursing me right now.” “Fuck!” I screamed when someone suddenly spoke. I immediately looked up, and my irritation only grew when I saw who it was—standing with his hands on his hips, leaning against the door frame. “What the fuck, you really know how to get on my nerves, fucker.” Instead of getting annoyed, he laughed even more. “Oh, come on. Let’s be real here. Why are you even mad at me? I didn’t do anything wrong. And to tell you the truth, I should
“What, is the surprise still not over? Do you really have to do something every single day, huh?” “Laura, watch your words! I am still your mother, you cannot talk to me like that!” There was a mix of frustration and pain in her voice—but who cares? “What’s wrong with our house that we have to move into your man’s place? We’ve lived here even before I was born, so why are you selling this house?! Do you really have no regard for the memories of Dad?!” I was furious—my voice was way too loud for a daughter speaking to her mother, but I fucking didn’t care! “Laura, we have to move on. Your father is not coming back, and it’s too painful for me to stay here surrounded by his memories. He may not have been a very faithful or good husband to me, but he was a perfect father to you.” “Yeah, that’s right! That’s freaking right! He was the perfect and best father to me, so don’t expect me to accept this ridiculous plan of yours, because there is no way in hell I ever will!” “Laura, I’m not
“What? Mom, are you insane? Dad passed away only two years ago, and now you’re telling me you’re going to marry this man? How could you?!” I exclaimed, seething with anger as I sat on the sofa, my mother sitting beside the man she claimed she was going to marry. “Laura, please, don’t lose your respect. I’m still your mother,” she said, her voice laced with restrained irritation, but I didn’t care. “This is Edward. He was a close friend of your father’s—we’ve known him for a long time, and I know he’s a good man.” I let out a dry, bitter laugh. “And then what? After Dad’s funeral, you two found comfort in each other’s arms? And now, two years later, you want to replace him—” A sharp slap cut me off, silencing me instantly. A stinging sensation spread across my left cheek, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood at the corner of my lips. “You have no right to question my feelings for your father. You have no idea how much I suffered after losing him. I nearly died from the pain of hi
“Hi, excuse me? Is this Laura Smith’s designated room?” My hand automatically stopped writing the moment I heard a familiar voice from the entrance of our room. “Yes, this is her classroom. Do you need anything?” my professor calmly replied. She was seated at her desk, currently discussing the life of Rizal. “Uh, yeah.” I looked up just as his eyes scanned the room, seemingly searching for someone. The moment our eyes met, he flashed a blinding smile. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “For fuck’s sake.” I added, forcing myself to ignore him. “What is it? You’re actually welcome to sit in my class. I don’t mind,” my professor chimed in flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes at her tone—after all, she was only a few years older than us. Apparently, she was a genius who had accelerated through school and graduated early. “Oh, no, thanks for the offer.” I could practically feel the heat of every girl’s gaze in the room. Why wouldn’t they stare? He was the campus darling, Mr. Perfec