Girl in a Boys' Dorm

"You are the only girl who live in an all boys private dorm. Since you just got enrolled in the collage, the only good option at the time was to live in one of the many collage’s rooms. You had try to get into other leagues around your area, but none of them were open for application. Besides, the collage had great classes anyway. The only downside was that all of your six roommates were coincidentally guys… and you just so happened to be the only girl."

"Today you’re going to your dorm room. You were feeling a little nervous since you didn’t have any friends, but you knew you had to get it over with. You open your dorm’s room with a separate keycard, and in displayed right in front of you, were six youngish guys. They look like as if they’re the same age as you. Yet, they stare at you like as if they never seen a woman before."

“Huh? A girl?” "The first guy says, a confused look on his face. The other roommates looked confused as well."

“I thought our roommate was gonna be another guy?”

"The second one adds, manspreading and letting out an arrogant scoff. The rest just stared at you. The dorm was almost as big as a luxury apartment. Talk about a fancy collage…"

"Xavier steps forward, his muscular frame towering over you. He looks you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips." Is this some kind of joke? Because if it is, it's not very funny. I've never seen a girl in our dorm before. "He crosses his arms, the sleeves of his tight t-shirt stretching across his biceps." So, how did you end up here with us boys? Don't tell me you're some kind of undercover agent or something.

"Logan chimes in, his blonde hair gleaming under the dorm's bright lights. He saunters over to you, a confident swagger in his step." Oh honey, I don't need to flex my muscles to show off. I've got this. "He points to his chiseled jawline." But nice to meet you, James the writer. I'm Logan. And I bet you'd love to write about me sometime, wouldn't you? "He winks at you, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief."

"Angelo saunters over, his jet black hair framing his angelic face. He leans against the wall, his tall, lean body on full display." Ooh, psychological effects, huh? That's deep, James. I like a girl who can dig into the meat of things. "He smirks, his dark eyes locked on yours." As for my swagger, well, let's just say I know what I want and I go for it. Life's too short to waste time playing games, you know? "He pushes off the wall and takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper." And right now, I want to know more about you, James. What makes you tick? What gets you hot under the collar?

"Chris, the gentle giant of the group, steps forward with a warm smile. His dirty blonde hair falls softly around his face, and his hazel eyes are kind and welcoming." Hey there, James. No need to be nervous. We may be a bunch of guys, but we're a good bunch. We look out for each other. "He gestures to the others." We've got our fair share of troublemakers, but we keep them in check. And as for the alpha... "He chuckles softly." Well, let's just say it's a team effort around here. "Adam, the shy and studious one, peeks out from behind Chris, his dark eyes wide with curiosity." I-I'm Adam. I'm the bookworm of the group. I hope you don't mind if I borrow your study materials sometimes. "He blushes and fidgets with his pencil." "Jake, the youngest and most laid-back of the bunch, stretches lazily on the couch, his beanie askew on his head." Yeah, man, don't worry about us. We may be a bunch of guys, but we're all good people. Just try not to steal our snacks, and we'll get along just fine. "He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners." "The roommates all look at you expectantly, waiting to see how you'll respond to their introductions."

"Chris chuckles, a warm, rich sound that fills the room." Oh, you know, the usual stuff. Disputes over who left the dishes in the sink, who hogged the TV during the big game, that sort of thing. "He shrugs, his broad shoulders rising and falling." But one time, Logan and Angelo got into a heated argument over who was the better kisser. They were both getting pretty worked up, so I decided to take a creative approach. "He leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a stage whisper." I challenged them both to a kissing contest. Winner gets to choose the next movie night movie. They were both so focused on impressing the judges that they forgot all about their disagreement. And in the end, they both realized that they were equally good at kissing, so they just hugged it out and moved on. "The roommates all laugh at the story, and even Chris can't help but crack a smile." "Logan leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest." Damn, Chris. That's pretty clever. I might have to steal that trick sometime. "He winks at you." Maybe you could be my partner in crime, James. We could take on the other roommates in a series of challenges. Winner gets to claim the prize of James's undying affection. "Angelo groans and throws a pillow at Logan's head." Shut up, Logan.

"Logan's eyes light up at your question, a mischievous grin spreading across his face." Oh, I had all kinds of challenges in mind. Maybe a cooking competition, or a trivia night. We could even have a dance-off. "He waggles his eyebrows suggestively." As for why you'd be interested... well, I think you're a bit of a wild card, James. I can see it in your eyes. You're not here to play it safe or follow the rules. You're here to shake things up, to make some noise. "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr." And I happen to think that's really fucking sexy. I bet you'd look amazing in a tight little number, all dressed up for a night out on the town. We could paint the town red, hit up all the hottest clubs, and just see where the night takes us. What do you say, James? You up for a little adventure? "Xavier steps forward, his muscular arm brushing against your shoulder as he places a hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the door." Whoa, Logan, that's a bit much. Let's not make our new roommate uncomfortable on her first day. "He gives you a gentle smile." How about we show James around the dorm instead? Give her a chance to settle in and get to know us better.

"Xavier raises an eyebrow at your question, a hint of a smile playing on his lips." The wildest thing that's happened in this dorm? Well, that's a loaded question, James. "He leans against the wall, his muscular frame on full display." How about we start with the time Angelo and Jake had a massive pillow fight that ended up with them both naked and covered in feathers? Or the night that Logan and Chris had a heated argument that turned into a full-on wrestling match? "He chuckles, the sound deep and rich." But if you're looking for something really wild... "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." How about the time that all six of us ended up in the same bed after a wild night of partying? Let's just say things got pretty steamy in there. "He pulls back, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes." But hey, if you're feeling adventurous, we could always recreate that night. What do you say, James? Want to see if you can handle six hot, muscular guys in one bed?

"Xavier laughs, the sound echoing off the walls of the dorm." Ah, the wrestling match. That was a classic case of testosterone overload, for sure. But it was more than that. "He runs a hand through his spiky black hair, a faraway look in his eyes." You see, Logan and Chris have been best friends since they were kids. They've been through a lot together, and they have a bond that's unbreakable. "He pauses, his expression softening." But Logan and Chris also had a secret. They were in love, but they were too afraid to act on it. They didn't want to ruin their friendship, or make things weird between the rest of us. "He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face." But in the end, their secret love destroyed them. They fought, and they both ended up with broken hearts. It was a fucking mess. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." So yeah, the wrestling match was a case of testosterone overload. But it was also a result of two guys who were in love, but too afraid to admit it to themselves or to each other. It was tragic, really. And it taught us all a valuable lesson about the importance of being honest with ourselves and with the people we care about. "He clears his throat, his expression becoming more serious." So, James, what do you think about that story? Can you understand why Logan and Chris

"Xavier's expression darkens, his jaw clenching as he considers your question." The real reason why you're the only girl in this dorm? "He lets out a bitter laugh." The real reason is that the college is a fucking sexist pig. They didn't want to admit a girl to our floor because they thought it would be too... distracting. "He makes air quotes with his fingers." As if having a girl around would somehow ruin our male bonding time or something. "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident." But you know what? Fuck 'em. I don't care what the college thinks. I'd rather have a girl roommate than sit idly by while my friends suffer through another painful breakup or another night of pining for someone who doesn't want them back. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." So yeah, James, that's the real reason you're here. Because we want you. We think you're awesome, and we don't want to lose out on the chance to have you as part of our crew. "He smiles, a genuine, warm smile that lights up his face." And we're glad to have you here, even if it means you're the only girl in a sea of guys.

"Xavier's expression darkens again, his jaw clenching as he considers your question." Logan and Chris? "He lets out a humorless laugh." They're... complicated. They're still in love, but they're also not. "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident." After the wrestling match, they had a long, hard talk. They realized that they were both holding onto this secret love of theirs, and it was tearing them apart. So they decided to be honest with each other, to tell each other how they really felt. "He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly." But here's the thing. Loggie and Chris are both stubborn as hell. They don't want to admit that they're still in love, because they're afraid of what it means. They're afraid of ruining their friendship, of making things weird between the rest of us. "He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face." But the truth is, they're still in love. They just don't want to admit it to themselves or to each other. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." And now, they're both single again, and they're both fuckin' miserable. They try to act like they're over each other, but we can all see right through that bullshit. "He clenches his fist, his knuckles turning white." They're both just waiting for the other to make the first move,

"Xavier nods, a look of agreement on his face." Yeah, you're right. They should just talk to each other. But you know Logan and Chris. They're both so fucking stubborn, they can't even admit that they're still in love, let alone have a real conversation about it. "He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly." It's like they're stuck in this endless loop of denial and self-delusion, and they're both just waiting for the other to crack first. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." But you know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe they just need someone to give them a kick in the ass, to make them face their feelings head-on. "He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye." And who better to do that than the sexy new girl in the dorm? "He steps closer to you, his muscular body towering over you." What do you say, James? Want to help Logan and Chris get over themselves and have a real conversation? We could set up a little intervention, right here in the dorm. "He winks at you." I'll even be there to provide moral support and a shoulder to cry on.

"Xavier's eyes widen slightly, a hint of surprise on his face." The real story behind Logan and Chris's secret love affair? "He lets out a low whistle." Fuck, James, you don't pull any punches, do you? "He chuckles, a deep, rich sound that fills the room." Alright, you want the tea? Here it is. "He leans in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper." Logan and Chris, they've been in love since they were kids. They were best friends growing up, and as they got older, their friendship turned into something more. But they were both too scared to admit it, too afraid of what it meant. "He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face." So instead of being honest with each other, they just kept pretending that nothing had changed. They went on dates together, but never as more than friends. They flirted with other girls, but never with each other. "He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly." But the truth is, they were both in love with each other. They just didn't want to admit it. They didn't want to risk their friendship, or make things weird between the rest of us. "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident." So they just kept playing this game of pretend, even as their feelings for each other grew stronger and stronger. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." And

"Xavier's expression softens, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes." Me? I'm... conflicted, I guess. "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident." On one hand, I want Logan and Chris to be happy. They're my best friends, and I care about them both deeply. "He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly." But on the other hand, I can't help but feel like I'm caught in the middle of their little drama. I'm the one who has to play the role of the healthy, stable guy, the one who can keep them both grounded when things get too intense. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." But the truth is, I'm fucking tired of it. I'm tired of watching Logan and Chris torture each other, of seeing them both so unhappy and so lost. "He clenches his fist, his knuckles turning white." I want them to be honest with each other. I want them to stop pretending and just be themselves, for once. "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper." And you know what, James? I think you could help them do that. You're the new girl in town, the one who's not afraid to speak her mind and tell it like it is. "He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye." What do you say? Want to help Logan and Chris get their

"Xavier's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of suspicion in his gaze." Logan's flirting? "He chuckles, the sound low and dark." Oh, Logan's a special kind of asshole. He loves to flirt with Chris, push his buttons and see how far he can take it. "He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face." But the truth is, Logan's not just trying to get a rise out of Chris. He's also trying to get a rise out of himself. He's all about the chase, the thrill of the pursuit. He loves to make girls fall for him, to make them chase after him. "He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly." But when it comes to Chris, he's not really chasing after him. He's just trying to make himself feel better, to make himself feel like he's still got a shot at something he can never really have. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." But here's the thing, James. Logan's flirting with Chris isn't just for show. It's a way for him to keep himself close to Chris, without actually having to admit what he really wants. "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident." He's like a dog chasing its own tail, always circling around Chris but never actually catching him. "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper." And you know what? I think you could

"Xavier's expression softens, a hint of sympathy in his eyes." Chris? "He chuckles softly." Oh, Chris is a fucking mess. He's in love with Logan, but he's too afraid to admit it to himself, let alone to Logan. "He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face." He's always pushing Logan away, always trying to convince himself that his feelings are just a phase, that they'll pass with time. But the truth is, Chris is just as confused and messed up as Logan is. "He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident." Chris is torn between his love for Logan and his fear of ruining their friendship. He doesn't want to admit that he's in love with his best friend, because he's afraid of what it means. "He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly." He's afraid that if he tells Logan how he really feels, it'll change everything. He's afraid that they'll break up, that their friendship will be ruined. "He looks at you, his dark eyes intense." But the truth is, Chris is just as much of a coward as Logan is. He's just hiding it better, pretending that he doesn't care, that he's not affected by Logan's flirting. "He points at you, a mischievous glint in his eye." But you, James, you're not afraid to call a spade a spade. You're not