Roommate Badboy - Wicked Academy

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As the night wore on, the tension didn't ease. Eventually, it was time to change for bed. Stella hesitated, looking toward the bathroom, hearing him casually splashing water in the bathroom, as though he had all the time in the world. The sound only made her feel more anxious, her mind racing with how she was supposed to change when Jason was still in the room, still in her space.

Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to Jason, who was now absently running a towel through his damp hair, his eyes briefly meeting hers with a look that felt more like a challenge than anything else.

How am I supposed to change with him here? she thought, trying to ignore the rising panic.

Stella shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a way to change without feeling exposed. "I need to change," she said, her voice coming out quieter than she intended. "Could you...give me a moment?"

Jason's smirk remained, but there was something almost taunting in his gaze as he casually leaned against the wall. "Oh, don't worry, I'll look the other way. But don't expect me to leave. We're supposed to be sharing this room, remember?" He seemed to enjoy every word, as though he were savoring the discomfort he was causing her.

Stella's heart pounded in her chest. His presence was a weight in the air, suffocating her despite the distance. The room seemed to shrink with every passing second, and she despised the way it made her feel trapped. She wasn't sure how long she could pretend this didn't affect her, how much longer she could ignore the way his every movement set her on edge.

As Stella prepares to change, the tension in the room becomes unbearable. Jason, leaning casually against the wall, had promised to look away, but his words carry the weight of a challenge. She can't help but feel his eyes on her, even if he's turned, she doesn't trust him. The idea that he's purposely trying to unsettle her adds a layer of anxiety to the already awkward situation.

With a resigned sigh, she decides to take the risk. Slowly, she turns her back to him,

Just get it over with, she thought, mentally sighing. You have to change, Stella. It's not like he's going to make a big deal of it.

With her back to him, Stella focused on the task at hand, but she could still hear him shuffling behind her, pretending to respect her space, yet his presence felt like an invisible weight.

Jason leaned against the wall, peeking slightly, though he didn't make it obvious. He chuckled softly, enjoying the tension that lingered in the room.

Stella hurriedly changed, her movements brisk. Don't think about it.

The brunette quickly finished changing, feeling the weight of his presence all the while. She refused to look at him, her heart was racing.

But as soon as she finished, he strolled toward her, casually reaching for his shirt. With a quick motion, he yanked his shirt off, his bare chest exposed without a second thought.

"This is your first lesson, Stella," Jason said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Getting out of your comfort zone."

Stella froze, her mind immediately screaming at her to look away. But she couldn't help it. Her gaze flickered briefly to his muscular upper body before she quickly snapped her eyes away. What the hell is he doing? she thought, her face heating up.

Jason smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. "You know," he said with a slow drawl, his voice playful, "this could've been a lot more comfortable if you didn't make it so awkward."