4. Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Ronan

I 'm standing in the long ass line at Brewz, waiting to make my way to the front. Leaning over, I look to see how many people are in front of me.

Three.

Ugh. That's too many people. I need my damn coffee now.

Finally, I make my way to the front where I see Noah working the counter. A huge smile crosses my face, seeing him standing in front of me.

"Hey."

"Hi, Ronan." Noah offers me a small smile and the one on my own face slips. Noah is working here in the mornings before school and I'm not sure how he does it. He works here and at a gentlemen's club and still has time to make it to his classes each day.

Whereas, all I did was go to my classes and make videos at night, and I'm currently dying to get some caffeine in my system so I can survive the rest of the day.

"What can I get you? Caramel? Mocha? Oooh, maybe a combination of both?"

I chuckle, shaking my head at his enthusiasm. "I wanna try that cookie blast crumble. That sounds so good."

"It's amazing, but it's loaded with sugar. You'll be bouncing off the walls."

"Then that's exactly what I need. I'm still half asleep and I need something to wake me up before Professor Carson's class."

"It'll do the trick. Do you want anything else? A muffin or something?"

"No. Just the drink, please."

I pay Noah, then move over to the side while my drink is being made. He hands me my coffee and I take the longest sip, enjoying the taste of mocha and Oreos on my tongue.

"It's so good. Thank you."

"No problem. I'll see you at home later?" he asks, eyeing the line to the side.

"Yep. Don't work too hard, Noah."

"I won't." He preens before getting back to work.

Drink in hand, I walk out of the coffee shop and start down the road. I take in all the different shops, smiling at the little town here. I love how close the main street is to BU. The campus is right down the road and on this street there's everything we could need; gyms, restaurants, coffee shops. This place has it all.

I make it to campus in no time at all. I came to school early because I wanted to get a head start of my research for Professor Carson's class. He said he's going to help tutor me to write a better paper, so I want to be more prepared for when we meet.

Passing the quad, I start walking in the direction of the library. The library at BU is unlike any other library I've ever seen. It's a huge three-story building, and each floor is filled with different books of all types, not just textbooks for classes or research. It's truly an amazing collection. I step through the sliding doors, the air conditioning hitting my sweat slickened face instantly cooling me down. Deciding I could use a little extra cardio today, I take the stairs to the second floor instead of the elevator.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I round the corner, skidding to a quick stop when I see a gorgeous, full ass sticking up in the air. Whoever it is, is bent over, looking at some books on a lower shelf. Tilting my head, I admire the ass in the air. It's covered in light gray slacks, but is so tight that they perfectly outline the shape of it.

The body attached to the perfect ass stands up holding a book, and when they turn around, I choke on the coffee I'm currently sipping .

"Ah, good morning Mr. James. How are you doing today?"

"Good morning, Professor Carson," I spit out, wiping at my face.

Mr. Perfect Ass is attached to my professor. Of fucking course.

"Getting an early start to your day?"

"Yeah, I was just coming in to get a little studying done."

"Awesome." He waves his book in the air and offers me a small smile. "I'll see you in class later."

"Sounds good."

Professor Carson walks away from me and I can't stop myself from checking out his ass again. Biting my lip, I shake my head, chuckling quietly. How am I ever going to concentrate in his class, when all I'll be thinking about is his perky ass?

Professor Carson wraps up class and I say goodbye to Noah, telling him I'll see him later. Tonight we're going to have a roommates night and hang out and I'm looking forward to it.

Once everyone has exited the room, I make my way down the aisle to Professor Carson .

"How are you doing, Ronan?" he asks, stuffing all his things into his messenger bag.

"Good. Thank you for taking the time to go over my paper with me today."

"No problem. There're only a couple of things that could improve your writing and your research essays, so I figured we could go over them today and hopefully it helps."

"Sounds good. Are we doing it here or..." I trail off really hoping we're not staying in here because the chairs are so uncomfortable.

"I figured we could do it at the library. That way, we have everything we need at our fingertips."

"Okay."

He puts his messenger bag over his shoulder before gesturing with his hand for me to walk in front of him. I would rather be walking behind him so I could admire his ass again.

Ugh.

Bad Ronan. Stop thinking of your professor that way.

We silently walk out of the building and through the quad. Professor Carson has the job that I dream of. Kind of. I want to finish school at BU and get a job teaching literature. I love reading all different types of fiction and non-fiction, but the part that always gets me is the writing component of it. I'm not bad at it, but I'm not the greatest at it either. So, the fact he's willing to help me improve my work is something I won't take for granted.

We find an empty table on the first floor and get to work. He pulls out his laptop and pulls up the book our first paper was based on. We spend the next hour annotating the book, discussing the different pieces of evidence and how I could have used it to strengthen my paper. Everything he's saying to me makes sense, but he's saying it in such an easy way that I know it will help me when I go to write my next paper.

There are a few times when I'm focused too much on watching his plump lips move, but luckily, I catch myself quickly and can focus back on what he's talking about. We finish for the day, both of us cleaning up and packing our supplies.

"Thank you, again, for taking the time to show me all this."

"It's not a problem, Ronan. If you ever need help again, I'm always here. Don't hesitate to reach out." He turns to face me, his green eyes shining. I swear his eyes flick up and down my body, but it's over so fast I must have imagined it.

Throwing my backpack onto my shoulder, I rock on my heels, gripping the strap of my bag. I don't want to leave, but I have to. "I'll see you in class next week."

"See ya later, Ronan."

Sitting on the floor, I giggle when West tosses his controller onto the ground again with a soft thud.

"How? How does he win every single time?" West pouts, getting up and walking over toward Carter. Carter opens his arms wide, and West walks straight into them, Carter holding him tightly.

When I first met Carter and West, they were only best friends. Actually, West thought he was straight and didn't even know about Carter's feelings for him. As someone on the outside looking in, I could see they both had feelings for each other; they just needed a little push. While they somehow figured out their shit on their own, I like to think my little push for both of them was what they needed at the time. I wanted to help them both realize each other's affections.

Noah cackles next to me and I playfully shove him in the shoulder.

"At this point, we should always assume Noah is going to kick everyone's ass," Asher cuts in, looking at Noah with love in his eyes. Noah and Asher were a couple who everyone saw coming from a mile away, but no one knew when it would actually happen. They haven't been together very long, but I can tell my best friend is the happiest he's ever been. I'm glad they finally figured their shit out, too.

Everyone in this damn house is coupled up except for me. And honestly? I'm completely fine with that. After being cheated on or left by my last three boyfriends, I have no time in my life for relationships and the stress that comes with it. Hooking up? I can do that, but even then, it's rare. Relationships? No thanks, not happening.

Glancing across the room, I can't help but smile, seeing us all together in one room again. Being gone for the summer wasn't hard, but I truly missed them more than I thought I would.

West giggles and I glance over to see Carter whispering something in his ear. Rolling my eyes, I look toward Noah to say something to him, but he's already looking at me.

"I guess I should get used to this, huh?" I tell him, feeling like a third wheel.

Noah gives Asher a quick kiss on the cheek before coming over and sitting next to me.

"I don't know if any of us will ever get used to that." We both laugh before Noah hands me the controller. "Wanna play another round?"

"Let's do it."

Restarting the game, Noah, Asher, and I play another round before West comes back over and demands a rematch. He ends up losing again, but he beats me and Asher so he gloats nonstop about it.

A short while later, we all head to our rooms for the night. Wired from playing games all night, I grab my camera and tripod from my closet and set it up to make a new video. I have no direction for this video, so I do what comes naturally. I praise the camera, offering winks and smiles.

Once I finish the video, I clean myself up first, then clean up the bed, putting the rest of my things away. Moving to my desk, I power up my computer to upload the video onto the site. I try to make a video at least twice a week. Even though I don't show my face, I have a steady stream of followers who subscribe to my account, so I make sure to keep up to date with videos.

Once the video is uploaded, I reach into my backpack and pull out the notes I took from earlier with Professor Carson. We're going to have another research paper due in a couple weeks, so I want to run through these again, taking note of what I know will help me on my next paper.

Professor Carson's ass flashes in my mind, and my dick twitches in my sweatpants. There's still something about him that draws me in.