My Roommate, My Enemy (BXB) On Hold

Chapter Three (Edited)

Sebastian p.o.v.
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Yesterday was horrible. I can not believe I have to play on the same team as that guy. He is disgusting, or maybe I am thinking too deeply about it, and perhaps he was playing around. I just flipped around in bed, pulling my comforter over my head to block out the light. Right now, it is 7:00 a.m., and we have this sort of meet-and-greet for soccer at 1:30 p.m., so I have to see them, but at least I will be around many people.

On the bright side, Dre did not even attempt to touch or look my way all night, and even when he woke up..... he left about 30 minutes ago.....I do not know why, and I really do not care. He smelled nice, though, becuase he used my stuff, but whatever,
I just scream into my pillow and mentally prepare myself to get out of bed for the day itself.

This day is going to go well. I will practice, meet the other players, have a nice dinner, avoid Victoria, and then go back to sleep. It is definitely time to end things with her. I just do not know how. Nothing significant has happened in our relationship. I am surprised she has not finished it, but you have to when you're in a relationship for status and money.

Im sure there was maybe something at first, but it has faded. She tries too hard. I do not even remember why I said yes when she asked me out.

It was probably to get all the other girls off my back. It doesn't matter now, I guess.

I quickly get out of bed and head to the shower, spending at least 30 minutes in there. Once I'm out, I dry my hair any sort of way, not caring how it will turn out becuase of practice and getting sweating. I then brush my teeth and wash my face using my skincare products. Once im out of the bathroom, I let my body airdry and quickly moisturize, throwing on my soccer clothes and tying my hair back.

I quickly leave my room, grabbing my gear, and head to the field, which takes around 20-ish minutes. Once I get to the field, no one is here because their dedication lacks..... I hope I will not have to carry this team... that would be a total drag. Every team I have been on always depends on me, and it is a lot of pressure.

I'm not too fond of that. I mean, it is a team sport for a reason. As I get down the field, I am shocked to see my roommate practicing his kicks and doing specific drills. I am unsure how long I was staring, but I finally made my way down to make my presence known.

Once I am in his view, he says nothing to me, ignoring my presence altogether.. with that, I roll my eyes and observe him as he tries to make a goal, and he misses. I laugh and kick a ball next to him, getting it within the net, and glance at him smugly.

"I hope you do not kick like that during games or practice...It would be a shame if you were to lose your scholarship. This University is pretty expensive for someone of your status. He says nothing, but his eyes say it all... It looks like he wants to hit me.

"Is there a problem, De'andre?" I say, walking to stand in front of him. At this distance, I can smell my body wash radiating off him, along with the musk of being outside. "There is no problem. I just dont know why you go out of your way to make me feel like shit. You can keep trying, but you will not break me," he says, walking away from me and starting another drill.

I go next to him and start following him in a drill, and we both completely ignore each other while practicing together. After a while, we are both drenched in sweat and breathing hard. We both fall to the ground, and I immediately pull out my water, take a sip, and try to slow my heart rate down.

I can feel him looking at me. When I turn to face him, his eyes are glued to my water bottle. "It was stupid not to come with water... so stop looking. I am not giving you any of my water." I take another sip, relaxing a bit. "I did bring water; I just ran out. I have been here all morning," he says, looking away. He then gets up to resume practicing. Irritated, I hold my hydro flask out for him to drink.