My Roommate, My Enemy (BXB) On Hold

Chapter Five (EDITED)

Sebby at the TOP

Sebastian p.o.v.
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I put in my AirPods, not turning on any music, simply no longer wanting to talk with De'Andre. I turn my head to the ceiling and close my eyes without a care in the world.

"Unbelievable," I hear him whisper to himself, lying back down on his bed. I silently glare at him from my bed; he probably thinks I did not listen to him. I roll my eyes and look away from him. Why am I so worked up about him? Why should I care if he walked out or refused to talk to me?

It's just becuase I am not used to someone not. People deal with my shitty attitude because they all want something from me. But I have my reasons; everyone thinks I grew up perfect, but it was far from that; no one truly understands me, and no one wants to.

I glance at him and take in his aura and what he is about. I don't think I have anything to worry about regarding him.
But I do not want to become close to him either. Sighing, I let sleep overtake me as time went on.

*Beep, beep, beep*, groaning, I smack my alarm clock to make the noise go away. Slowly, I begin to open my eyes, letting the light in, flitching a bit at how light it is. I will definitely be purchasing some curtains, I think to myself. I sling my leg to the side of the bed, just sitting momentarily, trying to gather and prepare myself for the day.

Some days, getting up is hard, but I quickly shake the thought and stand up, stretching my limbs.

Glancing over, I see De'Andre is not in bed but rather in the shower, probably using my body wash again. No, Im sure he is. I saw nothing new in the bathroom yesterday ...... he is such a thief.

Rolling my eyes, I head to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, regardless of whether he is there.
As I reach the bathroom, I hesitate, turning the knob, "This is my bathroom too" Without a second doubt, I open the door and walk inside, making my presence known.
" WHAT THE HECK," De'Andre says, pulling the curtain back, startled.

"What, we're both guys and technically, we take showers together after practice? This is hardly a difference. I know I'm attractive, but please keep your eyes to yourself," I say with a smirk, looking at him, and he glares at me.

With a small *mmmm*, I walk to the sink and brush my teeth, completely ignoring him. As I get to my skincare, I tie my hair back. I take out my Snail Truecia low-pH gel cleaner, squeeze it into my hand, lather it, and smoothly massage my face with gel. Once I feel my face is clean, I thoroughly wash it with lukewarm water. After that, I grab the Mericle repair toner and gently pat it onto my face until I'm satisfied.

Once I finish my routine, I find myself irritated that he is still in the shower after a 30-minute routine; it makes no sense.

"De'Andre, you have been in there forever; it is my turn now, is it not?"

"After you leave, I can walk out of the shower," he said from behind the curtain.

" That is rather Childish. It is my turn now. Come on before you run the hot water."

" Ok... ay, what do you know about not having hot water after someone else?" He grabs the towel, and I assume he wraps it around his waist. He pulls the curtain back, and I am immediately hit with my smell on him. It is pretty nice, and it smells good on him. I feel a blush rise, and I quickly shake my head and look at him.

"Of course, you used my stuff, and it's common sense, especially when we live in a dormitory such as this one, " I say, starting to feel suffocated as he nears me.

" Just give me some time. I will get my own stuff and pay you back, I swear." He then walks past me and enters the room.

As he closes the door, leaving me inside, I take a breath I did not know I was holding. That felt rather intimate. I look back at the door, confused, and hop in the shower, washing myself thoroughly, letting the steam from the shower work magic on my face.