med school roommates

chapter 58

1 week later:
I turn off the tap and pick up the carrots, slamming them onto the counter. "Mer, I said I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to upset you" he walks over to me.

I start cutting the carrots, slamming the knife down hard. "Meredith" he says. "What are you doing? You don't know how to cook" he says. I hold the knife to him. He grins.

"I swear to god, derek" I say. He takes the knife from me slowly, putting it on the counter. "I'm really sorry.. forgive me.. please" he runs his hands down my body to my hips, stepping closer to me.

I rest my forehead on his chest, my breathing increasing heavily as he takes my earlobe between His teeth, running his tongue along it gently. I snap back to reality, as he runs his hands back up to my jaw.

"No, derek.. fuck you" I shove him away, walking past him to the couch. I sit with my arms folded. I put on the tv. He sits next to me. "Can you not?" I shove him.

He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Go away!" I elbow him. "No" he says. "I'm angry at you!" I move away from him.

I kick him. He grabs my leg. "Get off" I kick him with my other leg. He grabs that one too. I whine. He pulls me close. "Derek I'm being serious" I say as he pulls me onto his lap.

"I said sorry" he smirks, tugging on the top of my joggers. I grab his hands, pulling them away. "We haven't had sex in 3 days" he says. "I've been angry with you for 3 days!" I hit his chest.

"Why are you angry? I bet you don't even remember" he says. "You told Mark and jackson that I gave you a blowjob in the toilets at school!" I hit him hard repeatedly.

I get up and walk away. "You do remember" he mumbles. "Yeah!" I slam my bedroom door shut.

"Stupid fucking playboy.. thinks he can do and say whatever the hell he wants.. not with me.. he can go fuck himelf" I mutter under my breath as I climb into bed.

He walks into my room. "Fine.. I'll leave you alone.. I'm going out.. I love you" he says. I Ignore him, snuggling under my covers. He leaves, closing my room door. I sigh.

Brilliant, now I have to make my own fucking food whilst he probably goes to get hit on by girls at the bar or something. I roll my eyes. I get up and go into the kitchen. I make myself something to eat.

I decide to make a jacket potato. "fuck, the potato" I whine as I remember I left it in the oven whilst I watched TV. I run over to it. I open the oven and black smoke comes out. I groan.

"Shit" I say as the smoke alarm goes off. I grab a napkin, climbing onto a chair and fanning it infront of the alarm. I sigh as it finally stops.

I sit on the counter. I put my hair in a bun, running my fingers through my curtain bangs. I sob quietly, tears running down my cheeks. The door opens slowly. Derek walks in.

He walks over to me. "What's wrong?" He strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"I- I can't do anything.. I can't even make a fucking jacket potato" I say. "Hey, it's okay" he wraps his arm around me. I wrap my arms around his neck, cuddling him.

He pulls away slowly. "I got you something" he pulls some flowers from behind his back. "You got me flowers?" I sniffle, taking them.

"I'm really sorry" he puts his hands on my neck, stroking my jaw with his thumbs as I look at the lilies. "I wasn't trying to be an ass.. I just didn't- I wasn't thinking when I said it.. I'm sorry" he says.

I put the flowers down next to me. I wrap my arms around his neck. He steps between my legs, hugging me tight. He pulls away slowly. "Not yet" I pull him back. He chuckles softly. He hugs me again tighter.

We finally pull away slowly. I put my hands on his cheeks. I kiss him softly but passionately. I pull away slowly. "Come here" he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. "You sit on the couch and watch tv" he puts me on the couch.

He walks over to the tv, grabs the remote and walks back over to me, handing it to me. "And I'll make you something to eat.. what do you want?" He asks. He kneels infront of me, his thumbs stroking my hips gently.

"Can you make me another jacket potato please?" I ask. "Sure.. what do you want on it?" He asks. "Beans and cheese" I say. "Okay" he puts his hands on my cheeks, giving me a few kisses before standing up and walking to the kitchen. I smile.

"Have we got a vase?" He asks, picking up the flowers. "No" I say. "Why not?" He asks. "Well I've.. never been given flowers before" I giggle.

"I gave you them!" He says. "But that was when we were living with our parents" I shrug. "True" he chuckles. He puts the flowers in a mug. I grin. He turns on the oven and starts making my food.

"I'm sorry for.. you know, being mean der" I say. "I probably deserved it" he chuckles. "No, I- you didn't.. I mean, you probably shouldn't talk about.." I look at him.

"About what I do to you" I grin. He smirks. "Especially in school, but I was just angry in general.. not at you" I say. "I noticed you've been a bit.." he stops. "Emotional?" I chuckle. "Yes" he says.

He walks over to me. "What's up?" He sits next to me. "Nothing.. the new birth Control pill I'm taking is just messing with my hormones I think" I say.

"And it doesn't help my mood, with that they're making me put on weight aswell" I say.

"We can go back to condoms if you don't like-" he says. "No.. its okay.. I like not using condoms" I say.

"If you're sure.. because no offence but you're kinda acting crazy lately" he says. I glare at him. He grins. I giggle, shaking my head.

He kisses my cheek before getting up and going back to the kitchen to finish making my food.