Roommate Badboy - Wicked Academy

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The moonlight streamed through the narrow window above my bed, casting a pale glow over the room. I felt it again–the tug in my chest, subtle yet unrelenting, like a thin thread pulling me from the depths of sleep. Not again, I thought bitterly.

This was no new sensation. It had been with me since the moment I set foot in the academy, an elusive energy that whispered to me, beckoning me toward something unknown. If only I could decipher its meaning.

I had been awake for what felt like hours, my mind restless and alert. The whispers of something that only called to me when night fell, when the world around me lay still.

I sighed and sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, slipping out from under the covers, careful not to wake Ruby.

Clad in loose, comfortable sleeping clothes, my hair tangled from restless sleep, I didn't care how I looked. It was the middle of the night, and everyone else was tucked away in their rooms.

With every step I took, the pull grew stronger. It led me, as usual, toward the library–a place most students avoided after hours. But I wasn't like most students. I had always been drawn to places that felt different. The feeling of magic had always been with me, a constant companion.

And tonight, as always, it was drawing me to that forbidden area in the library–a place most students thought was just a rumor or an old legend. Even Ruby, my closest friend, had no idea about my secret spot.

It was a hidden corner, surrounded by whispers of strange happenings and eerie stories. But to me, it was more than just a place–it was where I could sense the strange energy pulling me out of sleep, calling to me each night. It had become my secret spot, one I couldn't resist.

I tiptoed down the corridors, careful not to make a sound. I knew the rules. I knew the risks. But the pull was too strong to ignore. I reached the library doors and pushed them open quietly, the smell of old paper and dust immediately filling my senses. The bookshelves loomed like silent guardians in the shadows, and the atmosphere felt heavy with secrets.

My heart quickened as I ventured deeper into the maze of shelves. The pull grew stronger, swirling around me like an unseen current. It wasn't fear, but more a sense of anticipation, a tingling feeling that something was just beyond my reach, waiting.

Then, as I reached the farthest corner, it happened. A loud thud shattered the quiet. A book fell from a shelf, the sound echoing through the still air. I froze, my breath catching. My pulse raced as my mind scrambled to make sense of the sudden disturbance. A hiss followed, sharp and low.

"Shit."

I froze again. No way...

I knew that voice all too well. No mistaking it. The sound of trouble.

Unmistakably Jason.

I took a cautious step forward, narrowing my eyes as I scanned the darkened corners of the library.

There, in the shadow of the farthest shelf, stood Jason Davis, his presence a stark contrast to the eerie stillness of the room.

What is he doing here?

He was leaning casually against the bookshelf, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed me. "Well, well. Look who we have here. Sneaking around in the dark, huh?" His voice was light, playful, and it made my frustration bubble up instantly.