I Jumped up from my bed in return as I breath out staring about my room to discover that all that was a dream even so it felt so real before I remember what I had done.

I've been called stupid many times in the past because I've made stupid decisions, obviously.

But this time, I believed that I was truly stupid because this new decision has to be the stupidest, I've ever made in my entire life.

I enrolled myself into an all-boys boarding school in a disguise just because of a hundred bucks.

Everyone knows me and if not for anything, the fact that I'm a winner, I never have any competition when it comes to playing games, especially dares. I would never back out of a dare just because I was dared to disguise and enroll into an all-boys boarding school, who would?

Well, I see the point about me being stupid now but I don't plan on being any less stupid in the future.

I was dressed as a guy and I think I pulled it off well because firstly, my boobs weren't that big and the binder pushed it in perfectly so that worked for me and secondly, thanks to social media flirty fuckboys, boys with feminine faces are now acceptable in the society.

I even topped it all up with a male wig which looked amazing. The security and cleaning staff I saw on my way to the principal's office didn't show any form of doubt on their faces so I was sure I did a good job with the disguise.

I walked into the principal's office casually.

"Please sit." The principal ordered.

I sat right across from him but I messed it up by sitting with my legs crossed like a female. Thankfully, he was too focused on his paperwork to notice so I quickly adjusted my posture right when he looked up at me.

I was a little nervous but I kept telling and reassuring myself that I could definitely pull it off.

"Welcome to Lauderdale, Mr. Daniel Ronald, glad to have you here." The principal whose name read Mr. Sancho gave me a curt smile.

I cleared my throat slightly to bring out the masculinity in my voice before saying "Good to be here." as croakily as I possibly can.

His eyes trailed down to the paperwork he had previously been studying which I presumed was mine before coming back up to look at me.

"So, Daniel, I have checked and like I told you via mail, you're good to resume immediately."

"I thought you said there was an interview or something." I reminded him, so as to not seem desperately interested.

"Oh yeah, I was supposed to interview you but I see no need for that. Or do you?" He laughed suggestively and I shook my head with a smirk. "Great then." He got up from his seat and outstretched a hand to me which I took happily.

He had no idea how happy I was to not have to do the interview. I quickly got up as well and stepped back a little bit.

"Thanks." I appreciated him.

"Once again, welcome to Lauderdale High." He smiled nicely.

"Thank you." I returned his smile.

"Well, luckily for you, I already prepared your schedule and everything else you might need in this file. Here you go." He handed it to me happily.

After getting the file from Mr Sancho, I walked out of the office with excitement in my heart. I couldn't believe I actually pulled it off. I deserve an award.

I opened the file,and I was assigned to a dorm called Harper Hall with my room number as 17. The hallway was empty as I made my way down, checking every single door until I found Room 17.

I pushed open the door and was startled by a loud exclamation.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"Berv– Daniel Ronald." I quickly corrected myself but he still looked confused so I clarified. "I'm your new roommate."

I shut the door quietly and walked into the room where my bags had already been dropped; such fancy and classy treatment. I moved over to my assigned bed and laid on it with a sigh.

I was internally grateful for making it down there successfully. It wasn't easy at all. I was tired as well because whew. I turned my head to my new roommate and he was glaring coldly at me.

"Hi?" I initially meant to sound nice but with the way he was glaring at me, it sounded more as a question.

"Why the fuck do you sound like that?" I tried to recall how I sounded and I realized I had said it without the masculinity in my voice so I cleared my throat.

"I just recovered from a fever. What's your name?" I asked immediately, waving off his previous doubts.

"That's none of your business, fresh meat." He barked lowly, causing my eyes to widen a little.

It seriously wasn't that deep, I just asked him his name, man. Some people are just so violent and antisocial, aren't they?

"Dude, calm down, I just wanna know. If I'm gonna be sharing a room with you, I'm gonna need to know your name." I rolled my eyes coldly.

"Like I said before, it's none of your business. Also, if you're gonna be sharing a room with me for the semester, I have my rules." He said, getting off his bed to a sitting position.

"Rules? What rules?" I asked casually.

"Well, you don't talk to me unless I ask you something, you don't touch any of my stuff, do not even exceed your half of the room, do not use anything that belongs to me–"

"Pssh, that wouldn't be a problem, boys stink." I murmured under my breath, interrupting his speech.

"What did you just say?" He asked with annoyance.

"Huh?" I retorted, playing dumb.

"First of all, why exactly do you sound and look so feminine? Are you gay? Your hands are shaved, your eyebrows are shaped and feminine, you speak like a female and Daniel is just a gay name. Please tell me they did not give me a gay roommate." He stared me up and down with obvious disgust.

"Well, first of all, that's really offensive, especially coming from someone whose name I don't even know." I narrowed my eyes to splits as I glared at him.

This kid was doubting my disguise and I couldn't have one more flop, else it's jail time for me and I couldn't afford that. This kid also seemed like a snitch so there's no telling if I can trust him or not.

"Why are you avoiding my questions?" He raised a cunning brow at me.

"I'm not saying anything to you until I know your name." I avoided his questions and stares like a plague, facing my back to him as I pretended to arrange my stuff.

"Like I said, it's none of your business. Now answer my questions!" He growled at me. Such a dog.

I turned to glare at him before returning back to unpacking my things. I've only been there for about twenty minutes and he was already annoying me.

"Are you ignoring me? You're definitely gay." He scoffed.

"I am not friggin gay!" I turned and yelled at him.

"You better watch how you talk to me." He warned. "I'll figure out if you're gay."

"Yeah, whatever." I shrugged and continued to unpack my stuff.

A knock came from the door and Mr Grinch got up and opened it.

"Sup Lion, let's gooooooo!" The person at the door enthusiastically called.

"I'm ready, let's go." Mr Grinch answered. I wondered why they called him Lion tho.

He turned back to stare at me one last time before walking out of the room. I was so thankful he was finally gone and out of my hair. Such a pain in the ass and I hadn't even begun living there yet.

I finally finished unpacking and arranging my stuff neatly in my space. Just because I was a snooper, I decided to look around his things.

I walked to his side of the room and opened his drawers. If you're trying to find out anything about a guy, just go through his closet and drawers. I saw a few notes scribbled roughly.

If that's his handwriting, then he needs to work on it.

It looked like drunk scribbles. I didn't gather much information though. Just the fact that he's a dog person, likes sports and he's very temperamental.

If he's that temperamental, I'd have to make sure I don't get on his bad side because I can't risk going to jail after he gets angry, finds out I'm a female and reports me.

Now that I think about it, I am actually a very stupid person for going ahead with this dare.

I decided to take a bath because all these disguises made me sweaty. How do boys go around wearing all these heavy clothing all the time?

I took along some clothes with me to the bathroom and shut the door. I took off everything I was wearing and breathed out a huge sigh of relief before getting into the shower. I didn't take off the wig because I had it glued on.

When I was done showering, I grabbed my towel off the rack, dried myself and put on my new clothes.

I walked out of the bathroom and many of my stuff I had previously arranged was in disarray, scattered around on the floor, including my clothes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled at the devil in the room.

"What? You invaded my privacy first!" He yelled back.

"That doesn't mean you should invade mine!" I yelled again.

"Did I give you permission to invade and go through my stuff? No, but you still did."

Before I could comprehend what was going on, he was already all up in my face and I was standing with my back against the wall with his breath fanning my face rudely.

"You think I don't know what you're doing? Trust me, I'll make sure I expose your little game as soon as possible, trust me." He gnarled threateningly.

"Of course you will." I smirked in return, trying to seem tough.

In reality, I was actually scared and worried. How did he– Oh, he might've seen my chest binder after raiding my perfectly arranged side of the wardrobe.

"Listen to me, if you find out that you touched my stuff next time, trust me, you'll regret the day you stepped foot into Lauderdale, do you understand me?" He glared angrily at me.

"Yeah, perfectly." I just agreed with him because arguing at this point would get him even angrier and since he already found out my secret, he might get me in trouble.

He left me to go to his space while I began picking up all of my stuff which he had scattered around the room. I was angry he scattered my things around but I didn't have any choice whatsoever.

There was a wave of silence in the room as we both laid on our beds quietly. I think he fell asleep while I read a book because there was nothing else to do and it was boring there.

"Y'know, it's not that hard to find out your secret." I heard him but I ignored him and kept on reading. "I mean, there's literally panties in the wardrobe and tampons too."

Well, that got my attention.

"How'd you know that?" I turned to see him already staring at me.

"I went through your things, dummy." He said dismissively.

"Yeah whatever." Was all I could come up with on the spot.

"Why'd you come here?"

"Because I felt like it."

"But you know you shouldn't be here, it's an all-boys boarding school, and you're a girl."

"So?"

"So, you could get arrested, dummy." He rolled his eyes. "So tell me the truth."

"I came because I felt like it, that's the truth." I shrugged dismissively and he took his time to study me up and down. I did not expect the next thing he said, honestly.

"Cute panties by the way."

"Shut up!"

We went back to ignoring each other until he said "Hey."

I rolled my eyes and replied "What?"

"Y'know, everyone might not know you're a girl but they'll definitely think you're gay."

"Why'd you say so?"

"Number one, your legs are completely bald and guys don't shave their legs." He explained as he walked over to sit on my bed. "Number two, you can't hide your feminism."

I first looked down at my legs to see them completely smooth and he was actually right. I didn't think this through properly.

"I don't really care." I shrugged.

"So, what makes you think I wouldn't reveal your secret?"

"Because I know your secret as well and you wouldn't dare do that."

Yes. I was bluffing. But from his notes, he seemed to really hate secrets and everyone has a secret so why not bluff?

His eyes widened and I could see the nerves from the way his composure wore off slowly. He let out what was supposed to be a dismissive laughter but he just sounded nervous.

So he does have a secret? Nice.

"What secret are you talking about?" He stuttered in fear.

"You tell mine and I tell yours." I smirked evilly with my stance staying the same.

He grabbed the front of my shirt and me so I'm on the center of the bed and he laid over me, holding his weight on his elbows and toes so he doesn't suffocate me. He gave me a peck on my forehead with a smirk and whispered ever so sensually in my ear before going to his bed.

"Goodnight."

I turned off the lights from my end and the darkness enveloped me immediately. I was satisfied with myself and was about to close my eyes when he turned on the lights from his end.

I turned it back off from my end and he turned it in again. This repeated itself for about three times until I realized he was messing with me. Stupid, I know.

"Stop fucking with me!" I growled.

"Why? It's fun." He chuckled.

"Dude!!" I saw him smirk before turning off the lights finally.

The loud blaring rudely woke me up and I opened my eyes with a loud groan as I got up from the bed angrily and pounded the alarm clock right beside my bed until it went off.

Mornings are definitely not my thing. I hate mornings with my entire existence. And I hated being woken up.

I turned to see my roommate already watching me. Creep much?

"What?" I almost growled.

"Chill out, angry bird." He raised his hands in surrender. "I was just trying to say good morning, Jesus Christ!" He scoffed and walked over to me.

His hands met my waist and he kissed my forehead. I had just woken up so I was confused as hell about whatever the hell was going on. His right hand lifted my jaw and his lips met mine softly.

What the heck?

I was kissing him, a stranger whom I'd just met yesterday. Realization hit me and I quickly pushed him away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I punched him in the stomach and he grunted softly. I intentionally didn't throw a hard punch.

"What was that for?" I asked, glaringly.

"What do you mean?" He asked in confusion.

His audacity perplexed me, honestly. He randomly kissed me out of nowhere when I had just woken up and he had the guts to act confused about it.

"You are such an asshole!" I glared at him before walking to the bathroom.

I groaned angrily and proceeded to wash my face.

The day had just begun and it was already annoying. Why would they put me with such a roommate? First, he's a douche, then he found out my secret, then he's nice, then he's a douche again and now he's kissing me.

Could my situation get any worse?