Harvel was an odd little town built in the mid 1800s that seemed to be stuck in a time loop. The same families that founded the town and owned it then still owned it hundreds of years later. The same stores were there just updated and modernized, but it was still the same old town. The only thing that had been built newly in the last 100 years was the university I had the misfortune of attending this year. Harvel University definitely was not my top ten schools to go to, but it was what I could afford at this point.
The campus was actually fairly beautiful, and the classes were very interesting, but what made me despise the school was one Everly Wyatt. The Wyatt family was a top tier family in Harvel so little miss Everly could basically get away with murder and rumor had it that she already had.
Everly was devil incarnate in my humble opinion. She went out of her way to be cruel to people and cause harm wherever she could. My first semester I made the worse decision of my life and went to one of the lame frat parties and got hit on by some douche bag I wasn't the least bit interested in. Apparently the douche bag hitting on me was dating Everly Wyatt and instead of blaming her ass hole boyfriend for being unfaithful she set her sights on me.
Now here we were three months later, my room had been destroyed... clothes torn memorabilia destroyed, and many things stolen or broken. I didn't have to guess who did it the word WHORE written in spray paint on my wall gave me all the clues I needed. I didn't even bother calling the cops, they were on the Wyatt's pay roll so a call to them would just provoke the evil bitch more. I stepped carefully through my demolished room collecting things that were salvageable and throwing out the things beyond saving. Luckily today was laundry day so half my wardrobe had been in the basement with me, but alas I was bummed about some of the cuter stuff that didn't make it.
I honestly felt like breaking down and crying, but I knew it wouldn't help. The only thing that was going to help even a little bit was moving off campus into somewhere more secure. Having her lackies jump me (like they did a few days ago) was one thing, but breaking and entering was another. I could deal with bruises what I couldn't deal with was not having a place where I felt safe from all that.
I fished my phone out of my pocket and checked craigslist for apartments in the area. I didn't have a great price range, but I would take any crap hole over this place. I started texting every person who listed a number on their post and waited very anxiously. It was a half hour before I received a response from anyone.
The message was simple and to the point: If interested come take a look... 717 Oakwood.
I still had some bruising around my face and on my arms so I used some concealer to hide it a little. I didn't want any potential roomies thinking I was drama even if I was... I needed a place bad.
I bagged up what was left of my stuff and hauled it down to my car, putting it in the trunk, before popping 717 into my GPS. I wasn't taking chances by leaving what was left of my belongings in that hell hole. The drive was only ten minutes and when I pulled up in front of the house I was stunned.
Each founding family had a "manor" and 717 Oakwood was definitely one of them. It was gorgeous with white pillars holding up the covered porch and leading you to the most intricate door I'd ever seen. The house was colossal and gave off serious Parthenon vibes which I was totally in love with. As I walked up to the door I knew that the posting had to be a joke, but I also was dying to see the inside. There was a little plaque next to the doorframe that read 'Calloway Manor.'
These people were definitely legit and I was practically shaking with nerves as I rung the door bell.
The guy that answered the door was devastatingly handsome with raven black hair, bright piercing blue eyes, deeply tanned flawless skin, full kissable lips, and a body that was all muscle. He towered over my five foot two stature and I gulped as he studied me.
"You here to look at the room?" he asked in a deep melodic voice.
"Yeah I'm Fallon Foster," I said feigning a confidence I didn't have at the moment.
"Logan Calloway... come on in," he said opening the door wider to let me in past him.
"The room is three fifty," he said as he closed the door.
I barely heard him though as I nearly gasped at the beautiful interior. The place was ginormous and looked like it could go on forever. The grand staircase had beautiful spiral spindles and the entire interior had a beautiful whimsical feel. I was so in love with this place I would've given my first born just to stay there a night.
"How old are you anyway... you look pretty young," Logan asked bringing me back to the conversation.
"Eighteen almost nineteen," I glanced over my shoulder at him. I had always been told I looked young with my soft caramel hair, cupid's bow lips, baby blue eyes, and heart shaped face.
"My sister Lindy is the same age," he nodded.
"Can I see the room?" I asked.
"Sure thing," he nodded. His long legs made it so I had to take two very fast strides to match his one as I followed him upstairs and down the hall. I was in awe as I studied every little detail I could see. This place was a dream and I hoped by some miracle I would be allowed to live there.
The room he showed me was beautiful with the walls painted in a soft dove grey, a canopy bed, walk in closet, and my own bathroom... I was in love. They could have easily gotten double the rent out of me to live in a place like this, but I was thankful the universe seemed to be on my side today.
"What do you think?" Logan asked leaning against the door frame as I took in the room.
"I'm in love with this place," I smiled at him and then winced from the pain it caused the bruising on my face. The soft yet illuminating light in the room no doubt highlighted my beaten exterior.
"Well you seem nice, but we don't need drama so why are you covered in bruises?" he asked bluntly. I wasn't a fool, I knew there was no way he had missed the bruising on me, but a girl could dream.
"Honestly?" I sighed.
"No lie to me," he laughed.
"I got on some bitches bad side and her little minions jumped me last week... today they trashed my dorm room hence the reason I'm looking for a new place to live," I rambled on the verge of tears. I had faked being strong for long enough and Logan was literally the first nice person I'd talked to in months now.
"So basically you're just a walking mess of drama?" he sighed.
"I guess... thanks for your time, I'll let myself out," I frowned moving to slide past him. I was officially depressed and was about five seconds from just sleeping in my car, that or jumping off a bridge. The latter sounded more inviting at this moment in time.
Logan stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, "what's the name of the girl you pissed off?"
I stared up at him wondering if telling him would make my beat downs worse. Maybe he was friends with her or her ass hole boyfriend... deep down though I knew if I told him he wouldn't let anyone know.
"Everly Wyatt," I said barely above a whisper.
"Alright shit, hang around here for a bit Lindy and Declan should be here soon... if they like you then you can have the room," Logan said running his fingers through his hair, messing it a little.
I breathed a sigh of relief and had the strongest urge to hug Logan... so I did.
He seemed surprised at first, but after a moment his arms wrapped around my small frame. We hugged for a what was probably an inappropriate amount of time, but I didn't care... I needed it.
By the time the other roommates got home, Logan and I had migrated to the kitchen and were sipping beers.
"Yo bro where the fuck are you?!" A distinctly female voice called.
Logan laughed and yelled back, "kitchen!"
We had been talking quite a bit for the last half hour and I had decided that Logan Calloway was basically the nicest guy in the world.
"Hey who is this?" she asked eyeing me a little suspiciously. Lindy didn't look anything like I thought she would. Sure she looked similar to her brother with beautiful tan skin, ebony hair, bright blue eyes, and ridiculously modelesque features all cheek bones and angles. However where her brother looked like a bad boy with a heart of gold Lindy was just straight up punk rock princess. She had thick black eyeliner around her sky blue eyes, purple berry lipstick on her full lips, a choker with a blue sapphire around her neck and a black on black outfit. On anyone else the makeup and the outfit would've looked ridiculous, but on her it looked stunning.
"Fallon is here for the room... I told her if you and Dec approved then she was in," Logan said giving his sister a look that communicated something I wasn't privy to.
"Fallon, is that you're given name or are you one of those girls who wants to seem edgy?" she asked with a smirk on her face.
"Sadly that is my given name," I shrugged. Honestly I'd learned to love the name, but growing up my name had been the bane of my existence.
"Well it's pretty fucking cool," she complimented surprisingly.
"Thanks... so is Lindy short for something?" I asked. Honestly the name didn't fit her that well... it was way too preppy and girly for her.
