Guilt.

Roommates

(George pov)


My name is George. Today will be my first day at university. I was really nervous, I'm hoping I get a cool roommate I can get along with. I'm not really the social type but I have to man up, I mean it is university after all.

I wanted to move in a week early before actual university started to get away from my parents, always forcing religion crap on me. So I let them know that I would move in today. I packed up my things including a few photos to reassure myself that everything will be alright. After packing I went downstairs to greet my parents. My mum was emotional about this for some reason. while my father looked mad, as always. he had what you'd call a 'resting bitch face' I laughed to myself from the thought.

"George, honey. S-since you are leaving for university I thought I'd give you a gift." she sniffed in between a few words. She handed me a little box, and I opened it, it had a ring with emerald diamonds. but he couldn't tell because he's fucking color blind. but he still appreciated it very much. "Thanks mum." I smiled.

My father surprisingly gave me a small bag with money in it with a box inside. I opened the box seeing a little note that I would read later. I hugged him and thanked him. I was ready to leave to go to my dorm so I left and said goodbye.


Time skip to dorm building :]

I walked to the room I was supposed to have. no one was here. I stood there for a second before squealing when something.. no someone touched my back. I turned around and was greeted by a tall blonde.. American. (A/N:🤢🤢Americans) I looked up to see his face better getting on my toes until I slowly fell onto him. "OH UM- S-SORRY" I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment. "It's fine."

His voice was so soothing to hear.

It made my heart speed up.

"Are you ok?" he asked. I looked at him for a few minutes. 



"pretty."

I  realized I said that out loud and backed up covering my face and turning around. "This is awkward.." he began to speak up. "I'm Clay, and you are?" He reached his hand out. I felt my cheeks flush into a deep red and I reached my hand over to his shaking it "George. My name is George." I blurted with a huge grin. "oh um just had to mention- there's only one bed."
"WHAAAAT" I shouted. "yeah." he said smirking. "I-I'll sleep on the couch." I said in defense from the smirk he gave me. "no, the couch is to uncomfortable and you won't get much sleep." he smiled mischievously. "BUT-" I tried to protest before he covered my mouth with his hand. I could feel my face heat up. He leaned closer to my face before hearing a loud thud outside. Someone had tripped over my luggage. And there he was the one and only, Tom Simons.

"FUCKING BITCH ASS CUNT WHORE BITCH ASS HOE-" He slowly turned his gaze to our door and gasped. "Am I interrupting something" he smirked laughing at us while pointing. I was mostly confused dream was burying his head into my neck. was he embarrassed? cute. "T-TOMMY?" 



END OF CHAPTER BITCHES😫