From Mountains to Lone Stars

Today was the day that everyone was finally going to be in the building, well the RAs at least. I couldn't wait to see the other ten people who helped run this hall. We had two new guys on the team plus the new hall director. It was going to be a good year.

Once the clock hit five, I ran down to the Red Room where we were meeting. It was one of the TV rooms at Bruce, and it was our favorite place to meet for introductions. Since we had two new people and a new hall director, we would probably be playing a round of icebreakers.

I smiled as everyone shuffled into the TV room and found a place to sit in the somewhat small room. When we were all seated, Matt and Miranda stood up and greeted us. The icebreakers were about to being.

"Alright, y'all. Welcome and welcome back. Since we have some new guys, let's say a few things about ourselves," Miranda said, "Name, major, wing, years in housing, hometown, and a fun fact! I'll start. My name is Miranda, and I'm your assistant hall director. I'm majoring in higher education as a grad student and have been in housing for six years. I'll be living in A1 since day 1! I'm from the great city of Dallas and a fun fact about me is that I love potatoes!"

Matt smiled at her. "I'm Matt, and I'm the new hall director. I've been in housing for three years and am also majoring in higher education and music education. I'm from Huntington Beach, California and I'm in the C2 wing. A fun fact about me is that I'm in a band!"

I sent him a look. He didn't really look like a musician, or any that I knew. All the guys I knew who played were gangly, awkward looking types with pimples and greasy hair. To me, Matt was far too attractive to be in a band.

Miranda looked around the room. "Let's start on the fourth floor and work our way down."

A red head with the whitest skin ever stood up. "Hey y'all, I'm Linda. I'm majoring in music education and this is my third year in housing. I'm on the C4 wing and am one of the RAs for the Living Learning Community. I'm from Orlando, Florida, and I play the French horn!"

We went around the room like that until we got to me. "Hey, guys. I'm Maverick, and this is my second year in housing. I'm a photojournalism major living in C2! I'm from the greatest place on earth: Reno, Nevada. And the fun fact? They call me Maverick because I have no impulse control."

Everyone who knew me laughed at that. They knew it was true. I didn't have impulse control, and they called me Maverick because I did stupid shit without thinking about the consequences and had no regard for self.

"Thank y'all, so let's talk about what we're doing the next few days."
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As much as I loved RLT, I hated what it did to my body. The way that RLT worked was that they woke you up at the ass crack of dawn, put you through class after class, sent you to your hall for in-hall training, and then kept you up working on your hall decorations. Sleep was minimal and then they expected you to be ready for First Flight Week.

It was a good thing I had already worked on my door decorations. Since I'd had a major surgery this summer, I had helped my physical therapy along by coloring sugar skulls. We were doing an around the world theme for my wing this year.

As I walked down the hall, I had to pass Matt's door. It kind of sucked that there was the hall director on this week because he would see all my stupid Maverick shenanigans. Shaking my head, I put it out of my head and walked down the hall to my room. As I passed the hall director's door, I saw his door was open and that he was doing shirtless push-ups.

My mouth dropped open and I couldn't help but stare. The man was built! His back was so strong, I wanted to drag my nails down his back and to his hips. God dammit, I was not allowed to crush on my boss. HE WAS MY BOSS.

COME ON, MAV! I power-walked pass his room and ran right into the emergency fire door. My head bounced off the door and I fell backwards, landing on my back with a loud thump. Footsteps sounded by my head and my hot hall director looked down at me.

"Maverick, what happened?"

I sat up, rubbing my forehead. "I pulled a typical Maverick. I walked into the wall."

He hid a smile behind one hand and held the other out to me. I gladly accepted it, trying not to look at his abs. Seriously, this man was too fucking hot for his own good. He could probably kill a woman with those hips.

"I thought you were called Maverick because you have no impulse control?"

I chuckled. "Yeah and because I'm the biggest klutz on campus."

"Oh... well, be careful," he said and headed back to his room.

Turning, I watched him leave. He even had a nice ass! Come on, who the fuck looked that perfect?

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