To The Moon and Back? (Rosé x Fem Reader)

Chapter Ninety-Four

Y/N's POV

Someone please tell me why I ever wanted to become an aerospace engineer. The amount of fucking work I have fo do in my classes is absolutely stupid. Compared to Lisa, I have over two hours of homework each night while she has like... half an hour. It's bullshit.

But at least I can study in peace now since I have my own dorm room this year. It's been really nice to have my own space where I can fully relax. Lisa and everyone else do come over and visit quite often though, so I'm not lonely or anything. The first day I moved in here, Rosie insisted we break the room in and we had multiple rounds of sex. It was a fantastic way to start out my sophomore year of college. I also got two keys to the dorm just in case I lose one. I gave the other key to Rosie though, so she can come over here whenever, even if I'm not there to let her in.

Right now, I am able to listen to soft music out of my speaker instead of using headphones. I'm typing up my essay for my research class right now. It isn't due until next week, but I know I'll procrastinate if I don't start it now, or better yet finish it now. I was lightly humming along to the song, but was interrupted by a knock on my door. I was a little confused as it was almost midnight, but I still got up and opened the door.

"Hey y/n."

"Oh, hey Ian. What are you doing here at this ungodly time?" I asked my friend from my calculus 281 class.

"Uh, can I come in?" I nodded my head and stepped out of the way to let him into my dorm room. He looked around it with a smile, "This room definitely screams you."

"Well I do live here, so I would think it does." I laughed a little as he sat down on one of the chairs I have. I watched his eyes travel to a picture with Rosie and his expression hardened. I noticed it, but didn't say anything and just kept it to myself.

"Right," he said with a chuckle, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Is it about the new thing we learned because I also have no clue what I'm doing." I said to him. He just shook his head,

"No it's not about class y/n," he started. I swear to god it better not be what I think it is you bastard, "I wanted to ask you out on a date."

Jesus christ, what the fuck.

"Ian," I sighed out, "I'm a literal lesbian and I have a lovely girlfriend of over 2 and a half years. I've told you this a million times, at least."

"I know but," he quickly rushed out, "what if I can change your mind about her?"

"Pff, that's the stupidest thing you've ever said."

"No seriously. I know we have a lot more in common with each other and I know were your priorities are."

"Roseanne is literally my top priority you dipshit." I told him, getting more angry by the minute. He sighed out in frustration,

"One date? That's all I'm fucking asking you!" He stated, starting to raise his voice at me.

"And all I'm fucking asking you right now is to leave me the fuck alone!" I shouted back at him. He stood up from his seat and stood in front of me, as I was already standing.

"You know you don't want me gone," he said confidently. I let out an airy laugh,

"You're right, I don't want you just gone. I'd prefer you to be dead also." His eyes widened at my words before narrowing,

"You aren't going to get rid of me that easily y/l/n." He said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, trying to kiss me. Oh you fucked with the wrong lesbian bitch. The second he laid a finger on me, all rational thoughts flew out the window. No one was ever going to touch me without my permission.