The Roommate

chapter 2

I couldn't believe my eyes.

My poor fucking virgin eyes. Well, not really virgin, but I've never walked in on people going at it on my bed, so virgin eyes.

"What the fuck? Get the fuck out!" the guy yelled at me, finally allowing me to avert my gaze from this unholy sight.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, you little shit! You're the one fucking reproducing on my goddamn bed!" If he was gonna play the attitude card, I was too. Fight fire with fire.

However, my little spark of confidence fizzled out, as I pulled the door shut and let it slam. 

I wanted to puke. I might puke. That was gross. His cheeks were clenched. clenched!

I put my back against the adjacent wall and slid down onto my butt. I pulled my knees up and let my elbows rest on them. 

I knew who that guy was. The thought of him being my roommate made me uneasy.

He was Parker Claymoore. The 6'3, captain of the football team, too smart for his own good, absolute hottie of a man. He also happened to be the boy my ex-bestie has been in love with since I met her. 

They never actually went out, but Bridgette followed this man everywhere. And I mean everywhere. She followed him to the bathroom once. It was fucking weird.

I never had much interest in him though. I always had Xavier. Douche.

It couldn't have been 3 minutes when the door opened and the girl rushed out with her head low. 

I slowly stood back up as Parker walked through the door frame, shirtless, and with the most annoyed expression on his face. His eyes widened a bit, most likely because he recognized me. 

"What the actual fuck are you doing here, Kingsley?" he spat at me. 

"Whoa, attitude check, Claymoore." I mimicked the way he addressed me. Everyone knew I fucking hated being called by my last name. "And if you haven't put it together yet, you're dumber than I thought. "

He seemed genuinely confused. I mean, I would be too if someone with different genitalia than me busted down my dorm door while I was having a moment, but the headmaster had to have told him. right?

wrong.

Because after about 2 minutes of him staring into the darkest depths of my soul, I gave in and told him.

"I'm your roommate, Parker."

~~~~~

I have been dragged back to the dean's office. 

The second the word 'roommate' left my mouth, Parker was grabbing my wrist and yanking me down the hall. 

I screeched at him to stop, but he wouldn't. Mans was strong too, because I tried to throw myself to the floor, but we kept moving.

Now he's currently yelling at Dean Simmons, half naked, with no shoes on. It's quite a sight. He looks like he's on drugs.

"You can't let her stay there!" Parker yelled.

"The hell I can't! I run this school, and the dorm placements are unnegotiable without proper cause." 

"THE PROPER CAUSE IS THAT SHE'S A GIRL!" Parker was now red in the face. He resembled a tomato. I stifled back a giggle.

"DON'T YELL AT ME, BOY, I CAN HEAR YOU JUST FINE!" the dean shot back. Dammmnnn, he got sass.

Parker finally shut up. We had been down here for about 15 minutes, and the entire time he has been yelling the same words at Simmons. I was done with this shit.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Claymoore, but like I've explained to Miss. Kingsley, there are just no open dorms at the moment. We will notify you if one becomes available, but until then you must deal with this situation. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to. Please see yourselves out." He pointed to the door.

In a flash, Parker was halfway out the door. I followed suit, trying to catch up to him. I had dropped my keycard on the floor in the dorm when I first walked in, and I was not looking to get locked out because I'm certain Parker would not let me back in.

~~~~~

Parker was a fast walker, but I had caught up enough in time so he couldn't slam the door in my face.

Now we were staring at each other from opposites sides of the dorm. He was sitting on his bed, and I was standing a foot away from mine. There was no chance in hell I was touching that thing after what just went down on it. 

"This is extremely uncomfortable, but would undoubtedly be less uncomfortable if you would clean up your mess on my bed. So, uh, chop chop!" 

He didn't move. All he did was blink and continue to stare at me like he didn't know what I was saying. 

"Parker, I know you speak english, and I know you understand me, so get off your fat ass and fix that." I pointed to god knows what on the mattress. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"No." was all he mustered up. 

"No?" I repeated, confused.

"No. Not my mattress, not my problem." 

And with that, he stood up, put on a shirt and shoes, and walked out of the door as I stood there in shock.

What the actual fuck just happened? That scene did not just occur, did it?

It did.

I knew 2 things for certain.

1. I needed to call the school cleaners, because I was not touching that.

and 2. Living with Parker Claymoore was going to be hell on earth.

~~~~~

a.n.

hey guys! how have you been! i know some of y'all are mad that I haven't updated in quite a bit, and I'm so sorry! Things have been absolutely crazy. For starters, I tore my acl and meniscus, and needed surgery to repair them, so that was fun (not)! Then around new years, I went to publish this chapter, and it was literally gone. Like I have no clue where it went. So I had to rewrite it, then forgot to, and then remembered (ish), so here we are! This rewrite isn't nearly as good as before, but it's something! I hoped you enjoyed! Gonna start updating more often! xoxo