My Roommate, My Enemy (BXB) On Hold

Chapter Four ( Edited)

Dre p.o.v.
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After the mile, I walk back to the locker room with Sebastian behind me... At this point, I really do not want to see him. I am upset that we lost the match and how he played me on the field. He was practically throwing it in my face that he is better. I don't want to think like this, and I know my dad would not like this sort of thinking, but it is hard. I did not play my best and should not feel envious; I must work harder.

Not only that, but I am angry at myself for getting into his business; I should have left it alone, but I do not know why I stood up to Tucker... but I do know why. Last night, Sebastian literally busted into the room, waking me up, and im sure he was crying. Im sure it had to do with Tucker seeing how he reacted when he was around at the field. He is grown, though he can take care of himself. I need to keep away from him before I stray off my path. I do not need him and my life, nor do I care what he has going on. Soccer and graduation are my main focuses...... Next time, I will beat him in a match.

" So I won the match; I deserve something for winning," Sebastian says causally as if we're friends who joke around. I can not believe that only yesterday, I was the biggest fan of this dude, but after seeing and experiencing his attitude, that vanished. I will admit that he is a fantastic soccer player, but he is rude as fuck... to put it bluntly. I refuse to argue with him; while I am here, I have to keep my head straight for my and my dad's sake.

"We did not bet anything, so why would I?" I say, shaking my head a bit and taking off my shirt. I can feel his eyes on me, so I glance his way and see that he is blushing like crazy. He must be shocked that I am not getting riled up. He is so stupid if he thinks he can do so. I remove the rest of my clothes, ensuring he sees nothing.

"Well, I won the match and the mile twice. I deserve at least a congrats. After all, once Levi Leaves, I will become captain, so it is best that you stay in my good graces," he says smugly. "Congratulations, Sebastian, on winning against me. Are you happy now?" I say, annoyed he really wants compliments so bad.
"Well, you dont have to be a smart ass about it," He says, taking off his clothes right in front of me and letting me see all of him. He is shameless, and I try my best not to look down. Why should it matter if I look down on both guys anyway? I do not want to think about this anymore. I maintain eye contact with him, trying to look unbothered. He is trying to fuck with me.

I shake my head and head to the shower. Once im inside, I turn the water on cold and let it drench my body and my member because it hurts a bit. Panicking a little, I look down to see that I am aroused a bit. What the fuck.... this has never happened. Not knowing what to do, I just let it go down on its own. I clean my body and hurriedly get out, throwing on my clothes. I grab my stuff in a hurry and leave.

I hear the other guys come in from the field as I leave. I stop walking and stand by the exit, seeing that Sebastian is getting ready to go. As he is about to leave, Tucker traps him, causing him to stay put. I can not tell what is being said at this distance, but Sebastian is very uncomfortable. I see him hold his head down in defeat. Why is no one helping?

Without thinking, I go back in and push Tucker roughly to the ground. I grab Sebastian's wrist and his things and drag him back to our room. I don't know why, though.... I dont like him... I dont.

Once we were inside, he yanked his wrist from me and snatched his stuff out of my hand, throwing it on the ground next to his bed. He looks frightened. I should not have touched him. I want to apologize now; I was also trying to help. I should have minded my own business. I won't touch him again!

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT .... YOU MADE ME SEEM WEAK TO THE TEAM... DONT YOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!!! AND DONT YOU TOUCH ME.... I REALLY DO NOT LIKE YOU!!!!" he says, pissed at me, and walks back in forth, fuming, pulling at his hair a bit.