Dude Looks Like a Lady

Roommates

 "You know, just because you now know I'm a girl, doesn't mean you have to act different around me." I stated with a pop of my lips, glancing up from my laptop.

  He was on his bed, hanging upside down and reading some article for his English Lit. class, "I'm not acting different."

  I typed. The sentence was horrid. I erased. "That's the most you've said to me since last night," I muttered.

  "Maybe it's because I don't have much to say," he shot back.

I snorted. He frowned.

  Was it really going to be that awkward between us now?

"Have you talked to Jen yet?" Wrong time. Wrong time.

  "Nope."

 "Oh." If I could, I would lie in the middle of the road and allow myself to get run over by a semi-truck at least eight times.

  I can be such an idiot.

***

"Hey! Roy!"

The school was just as loud as usual, and my tie was nearly strangling me again. It was normal, which means Roy kept his word. No one knows. At least for now.

  "Roy!"

Cris was radiant as usual. He jogged up to us, smiling that dazzling smile of his, flashing off his white teeth.

  I know he knows he looks good. I mean, how couldn't he? That model body, that smile, that hair and oh god, I'm staring and drooling a little and I think he notices and-just turn away, just turn away.

   He punched him in the arm, laughing, "What's up?"

I adjusted my tie, looking the other way.

  "Nothing much. Same old crap as usual."

I wasn't sticking around for the 'guy' talk. Roy looked uncomfortable, glancing back to me then back to Cris, bouncing on his heels. I knew I was the cause of it. The guy wasn't exactly 'subtle'.

  "See ya later, Roy. Cris," I nodded to them both, walking to my first class of the day.

***

  "So, he knows now."

"Yes."

   She leaned back in her chair, pulling off her glasses and wiping them with the edge of her blouse, "And how, might I ask?"

  I shifted in my seat, "Well, there was any argument, some shouting," I listed off the things that occurred the other night, "...I told him about Jen, more shouting. I went into the bathroom, locked the door. He picked the door lock while I was in the middle of changing and..." I trailed off, "...that pretty much sums it up."

  She gave me an odd look, then sighed, "So, you let you emotions rule your head. Very unlike a good journalist."

  I made a face, "He promised not to tell anyone. Problem solved." Right?

   She leaned forward, elbows on desk, eyes squinting, "You really think so?"

Yes. No. Maybe. Shit... "He said he wouldn't tell anyone, so, yes, I really think so. I'll take his word for it and he hasn't outted me so far, so everything is good. Identity is kept hidden. No one knows. I can finish the report. My team wins five grand. Then we all skip merrily into the sunset, with butterflies and unicorns in the background. Seems pretty good to me." I leaned back in my chair, arms folding across my taped down chest.

  "Alright, so it seems good now," why did she have to ruin my good mood?, "but, let's say, hypothetically, you and Roy have another spat," she paused, giving me a hard look, "he has something against you. Blackmail. Something that can get you kicked out and lose you any chances of winning the challenge. Now does it seem 'pretty good'?"

  I glared at her. Bitch...her and Charlie would really hit it off, "...but, we won't."

   "How do you know?" she pressed.

I gritted my teeth together, turning my head away from her, "I don't...I just-he wouldn't."

  "Again," I was tempted to slap her, "How do you know?"

    "I don't."

She leaned back, "Exactly my point. One moment, you're both happy go lucky then, bam" she snapped her fingers together, causing me to jump, "he turns on you. It's as easy as that and you let it be."

  I glared, "I know."

"Then you understand why you're in trouble?"

  She didn't know what she was talking about. Roy said he wouldn't tell, so he wouldn't tell. I trust him not to tell, and he swore he wouldn't. Why couldn't she understand that? It was simple logic and she tried to go around it. Make it sound more difficult than it actually was. Why? Because she likes watching my squirm.

  I sneered.

She just wanted to push me down, say I wasn't fit for the job. Like Charlie. Like half of my team. He wasn't going to tell. I know he wouldn't. I know.

  But, that's the thing. I don't know. I don't.

"Yes," I reluctantly replied, unclench my jaw, "I understand."

***

   "Have you talked to Jen yet?" I was really asking for it, wasn't I?

He glanced up at me, then focused back to his journal, "No," he said curtly, "finished your paper?"

   I snorted, setting my laptop on the other side of me "Touche."

***

  (A/N: It's been a while, huh? Sorry for the delay, school work and more school work and then some...yeah, you get it. Anyway, yes the chapter is short, probably one of the shorter ones. I spent longer on this one though, surprisingly, trying to add more. Only to fail miserably.

   I'm actually okay with this one. Kind of an awkward resolve for everything else.

Oh, and before I forget, I like to thank everyone who has decided to read this piece of crap story. It actually means a lot to me!! :D

   Hope you all enjoy! :) )