Unwanted Flatmate

Jealousy Is Killing You

I stumble back to my apartment. I drank too much earlier with Meg. I lean on the wall.

I couldn't stay at home while I knew Dave is in LA. I was too stupid to check on the event. I knew when THF held an event they would have a live report at their Hall Media web. And I had to check on it just because I want to know who was coming with Dave to the fundraising.

The woman is so pretty. No, pretty is understatement. I don't know who she is, but she can pass as a supermodel or a Hollywood star. Who is she? Long golden hair with mesmerizing blue eyes. She looks like a goddess. Dave smiled at her so softly.

I felt a stab of jealousy. It should be me if I'm brave enough. And just because I couldn't stay at this apartment by myself I called Meg and asked her for a drink. She came alone because she knew I didn't need to see her with her loving boyfriend and made me the third wheel. God bless my best friend.

I wanted to call Alli, but I didn't want Alli and Zac to lecture me about my relationship with Dave. Not to mention Dave and Zac are best friends.

"You are a fool, Lys!" Meg frowned at me when I told her about Dave at the bar.

"I'm not. I'm being realistic!" I drank my margarita.

"Realistic, my ass! Look, you declined Dave Walker, and now you are jealous that he went to the event with another woman," she said.

"A woman looks so pretty like a goddess," I said glumly.

"See, jealousy is killing you, woman," she said with cruelty.

I stumble and sit on my sofa. I take out my phone.

Jealousy is killing you, woman.

No, I'm not jealous. I just want to check my flatmate. I look at his phone number. I want to call him, to know whether he went to his room alone or with that blonde woman. But.. What if he was too busy answering my phone?

"I'm so pathetic!" I groan.

A door opened. I jumped. I look at the front door, it's closed. I look back at the hall to the bedrooms. Dave comes out with a frown? Dave? I must be dreaming right now.

"Lyssa.."

I frown. The dream is so vivid. I sit back on the couch and close my eyes. I feel a little bit dizzy from the alcohol in my blood.

"Lyssa, are you okay?" I feel the touch on my cheek. So warm. I love it. I smile to myself and lean to the touch. "Lyssa?"

I open my eyes and narrow my eyes, "Dave?"

He frowns like I'm a loony. "yes Dave, who else?"

"Dave as in my boss Dave Walker?" I ask dumbly.

"What did you drink? Are you high?"

I jump and stumble back to the sofa. I cover my face, "I need water!"

"Okay," he says and I hear his footsteps.

He is here? Dave is here? He's not bedding the goddess in LA? No no no I must be dreaming. I look back, but he is here. There is no way the glass is flying itself right now, right?

This is a romance story not some fantasy with a magic story like Harry Potter, you idiot!

Right, then it's Dave. Dave Walker, my boss slash flatmate. He is here!

He comes back to me and gives me the water. I drink it all. I need to be at least more sober to talk to him. After I chugged down all the water, I looked at him. Yes he is still there.

"Why are you here?" I ask in disbelief.

He raises an eyebrow.

"You are supposed to be in LA," I say.