roommates.

one

AUTHORS NOTE; ESTELLA IS PLAYED BY @JAZMYNMAKENNA !!

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estella +

it's been one week since i've moved in. a week of not making eye contact or talking to jack. he's usually not around anyway, so it's easy. though, i am going to admit that i am a little lonely.

the other day, i went grocery shopping and met a girl at the supermarket. turns out she lives on campus and she's pretty chill. we exchanged numbers and she introduced herself as cara. now that i've made at least one friend, i wont be such a loner.

i run my fingers once more through my hair and examine myself in the mirror before walking out to the kitchen to eat breakfast. confusion washes over me as i see jack at the kitchen table, but i don't think much of it.

immediately heading towards the freezer, i grab the plastic package of frozen waffles. the tension in the air is so thick and i don't think he's noticed me arriving in the kitchen yet.

so, i speak up. he doesn't want me talking to him but what harm can be done by asking a simple, kind, and thoughtful question?

"want any?" i offer jack.

his muscular bare back is faced toward me and he remains silent, pretty much ignoring me and on his phone perhaps. i narrow my eyes and repeat my question.

"do you want any?" i ask, growing irritated at his childish behavior.

"no." he grunts, keeping his response to a limited one word.

i hear something clink against a glass and i angle myself to look at his front. a bowl of cereal sits in front of him as he swirls his spoon inside of it. that tells me that he's already helped himself to breakfast. that i bought.

brushing off the thought, i pop two waffles into the toaster and then put the remainder back into the freezer.

"are you excited for school coming up?" i ask, trying to spark and start a decent conversation.

he rolls his eyes in annoyance, and my eyebrows raise in surprise. what's wrong with him? he seems so moody. he's going to be my roommate for the next year, might as well get to know eachother now.

"can you stop talking." jack grumbles.

i purse my lips together and shrug my shoulders more to myself. i stand by the toaster and wait patiently for my food to finish heating up. jack abruptly stands, making the chair skid across the floor backward.

i snap my head in his direction due to the horrid noise that the chair made and he stops in his tracks. the bowl suspended in midair by his hands. his eyes rake up and down at my revealing outfit and he blinks a few times.

"can you stop staring?" i mock, causing him to glare menacingly at me.

i stifle a laugh, but it automatically dissipates and disappears from his next words.

"i wasn't staring. you're just wearing something blatantly hideous." he comments.

being a female, of course i am going to feel self conscious hearing that from a guy. even if he is a narcissist, egotistic jerk. though, i didn't think i'd be wounded that easily.

my waffles pop up from the toaster and i quickly place them on a plate, trying not to burn my fingers. jack gently places his dishes into the sink before returning back to his original spot.

hm, i would've thought that he'd leave and go back into his room or something. i drizzle syrup over my waffles before heading back into my own room.