Mistakes : A College Bully Romance

my roommate, I’d be planning to drag us all over campus and hit up the parties every weekend. She was my wingwoman, the girl who oversaw me while I was letting loose. Now I had to be an adult and take care of myself, which meant no free-balling it. No willy-nilly hookups.
Damn. It was going to be hard. There was nothing hotter than some wild, crazy sex. No future impending relationship to make you worried about his commitment to you. No awkward mornings after, because you never stayed the night. Obviously, I wasn’t a relationship kind of gal. Yes, I knew it worked for some people, but for me? Eh. I didn’t really see the appeal.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, stuffing my mouth full. “I’m going to make sure you have some fun this year, Mel. That’s a Kelsey promise, and Kelsey promises are worth their weight in gold.” Not really, but I wanted to comfort her. Saying that was comforting, right?
Turned out, I wasn’t as comforting as I wanted to be, because Mel didn’t sound too convinced when she said, “Sure.”
I set aside my food, saying loudly, “I mean it! You and I are going to rock this campus. Sure, you might be rooming with a freshman. Yes, you might have some bad blood when it comes to some of the menfolk around here—but you know what? Fuck them. Fuck everyone else. You got me now, and I don’t take no for an answer.”
Mel studied me, her lips cracking into a smile. “You’re very loud, you know that?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s not the first time I’ve been called loud,” I said, then I stopped myself from saying more, figuring it wasn’t a good idea to reference sex when I was with her. My sex jokes would have to step aside for now, at least until I got a better feel for my roommate.
Sucked, because I personally found my sex jokes funny. The whole that’s what he-slash-she said joke never got old, especially when it was used correctly.
“We’re going to rock this campus, Mel,” I promised her. “Count on it.”
At the time, I meant what I said. I really did. Alas, life had other things in store for me, namely in the form of a chiseled, sexy man called Levi Harlen.

Chapter Six – Levi
If there was one class I wasn’t looking forward to, it was my Tuesday and Thursday class consisting of bio. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just biology—it was a lab as well. Everyone I knew hated labs with every fiber of their being, and I was no different. Having workbooks and chapters to fill out each class sounded like torture. Not to mention being forced to have a partner, to do presentations together and experiments together.
No, I wasn’t looking forward to that at all. In fact, I debated on skipping my first class, but I knew some teachers didn’t like that. Some would write you off just for skipping. I couldn’t afford to take this class again, so I forced myself to go.
And when I got there, when I saw who sat in the back of the class, I couldn’t help but feel the urge to smile. I didn’t, of course, because my smiles were rare, few and far between, but I wanted to, which had to say something.
The girl who’d told off Dean. The girl who’d told off me. She’d only served to intrigue us both, though—and intriguing Dean was not a good thing for any girl to do these days. He was unhinged when it came to making good decisions.
Today her brown hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her foot tapping the side of the table as she balanced her pen across her hand. She was out of it, but the moment I walked in the room, her attention snapped to focus.
She was pretty. Not the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, but pretty enough.
And, what would you know, the seat beside her was empty. I slid into it, giving her a once-over. She did her damnedest to ignore me, but I saw her using her peripherals on me. Her eyes were a pure brown, dark chocolate, and her lips were full and covered in some shiny gloss.
“Hey,” I said, giving her a grin. “Funny seeing you again.”
“I don’t know what’s so funny about it, Blue,” she remarked, rolling her eyes.
“I’m Levi,” I told her. “Or are you going to keep calling me Blue?”
“Levi?” she echoed, chuckling. “Those are jeans, aren’t they?”
“It is a brand, yes,” I muttered. It wasn’t the first time someone had brought that up, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. I found her amusement both annoying and cute. “But it’s also my name.”
“Man, your parents must’ve been high when they named you then, because that’s ridiculous,” she said.
“Oh yeah? If my name is so funny, why don’t you tell me yours and we’ll see if yours is so normal?” I thought it was worth a shot; everybody these days had weird names; an effect of the widespread internet people didn’t have back in the day. Either way, I’d find out what her name was as soon as the teacher gave us the seating charts and called for attendance.
She glared at me, though I could tell her glare was half-hearted. “Kelsey,” she said.
Kelsey…was a pretty normal name. All right, fine. She won this round.
The professor came in, rattled off attendance, and told us all the good news—the seats we’d chosen when we walked in would be our permanent seats, and those sitting next to us would be our partners for the rest of the semester. No changing.
I could tell the news upset Kelsey. I didn’t know what she had against me, but I found her feistiness amusing. She might make this year fun, more bearable than last year. Last year I’d made