MY OBNOXIOUS ROOMIE

2. SATAN HELP ME

Olivia Sanderson

"Olivia! Get your stupid ass out of the bed right now!!!!!!!!! " I hear Oliver's annoying voice rolling out of his bitchy mouth. That pathetic moron.

My day has not even begun yet and I feel it's the worst day of my life, all because of this jerk!! God i hate him soo much. Please save me.

" Olivia get up right now or else I will pour cold water on you." I can already hear the mischievous smirk followed by his words. It's not that I don't want to get up , but I feel so comfortable in my bed and I don't even know when I'm going to sleep on my comfy bed again. "Fuckkkk I'm late!!! " I yell to nobody in particular and jump from my bed as reality and today's day start to dwell on my sleepy mind.

Today is my first day at my college and I'm already late. Thank god I packed my bags yesterday itself with the help of Amara.

She's such a blessing!

Just then Oliver entered my room with a smug smile on his face and he was hiding something. I assume it was the cold water he was talking about. MOTHERFUCKER!

Before he had the chance to pour that on me, I yelled "I'm up, I'm up. Now just get lost from my heaven." I growled at that shitface.

" The thing you are calling your heaven will be turned into my mancave." he smirked. Rage bubbled inside me.

"I. Will. Kill. You. Bloody. Arsehole. Stay. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room!" I seethed every word with utmost hate I could muster. I literallly will be locked up in a prison for attempt of murder. He chuckled in return ignoring the temper and seriousness of my words.

The audacity of this scumbag!!!!

"Don't worry no guy would enter this room which smells so girly and maybe that's why he left you for another chick." He retorted. This hurt me. How could he, my brother say such a cruel thing to me????

I turned my back to him so that he couldn't see the tears threatening to spill creating a Niagara falls. No! I won't let him see me cry.

"Just get out Oliver." I managed to get these words out of my mouth without letting him know how much his words have punched me in my gut. I won't. Never. Ever.

He must have realised what he said and left my room silently without throwing another hurtful comeback at me. My vision turned blurry as the stream of my tears found its way out. Bloody tears!

I slumped on my bed and closed my eyes to mourn for the happy vibes which didn't even take birth today. After five more minutes of consoling myself, I got up to face the real battle a.k.a THE WORLD. Even if God wasn't on my side today, I have Satan with me.

I silently prayed 'Satan please help me out today!'

The hot water slowly released my tension and nervousness. Going to NYU was my dream come true. It has always been my dream. Mine and his dream actually. I pushed the thought aside and hurriedly washed my hair and body. After jumping out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around my wet, lazy body. The sweet aroma of chocolate pancakes engulfed my nostrils. Yumm.

I put on the clothes which I have already picked out the night before. It was a simple white tank top and a Denim jacket paired with a skinny blue jeans. I look super hot in those pants. I checked myself out in the mirror, applied some minimal makeup and called Amara. "Hey big College girl." Her voice was as cheerful and lively as her. I wonder how does she does that!!.

"Hey bitch. Where are you right now??" I ask her as she said she would be coming to send me off to the university. "I think I'm going to meet you there babe." She lowered her voice when she said that.