Roommate Badboy - Wicked Academy

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For Stella there was no question in her mind that Jason would be there. She would find him, even if she had to tear the place apart.

As the brunette stepped into the library, she saw him in the dim light.

Jason was sitting on the small couch, a glass loosely held in his hand, his eyes barely open. He looked dazed, his focus blurry. The sight of him, slumped, worn down–hit her harder than she expected. Despite everything between them, it was hard not to feel the weight of his exhaustion.

She approached him quietly, her heart pounding. She didn't know what exactly brought her here, only that she had to be near him. As she gently patted his shoulder, he slowly lifted his gaze, blinking as if trying to shake off the fog. When his eyes met hers, they flickered in surprise, focusing on her with sudden clarity.

"Stella?" His voice was rough, his pupils dilated from the drug, but there was an instant recognition in his eyes. He looked at her, confused, taking in her frailty–her medical gown a stark reminder of the chaos she'd just endured. Her messy hair framed her pale face. His heart clenched at the sight. "What are you doing here?" His voice was soft, his usual sharpness gone, replaced by concern he wasn't used to feeling.

Stella looked at him for a long moment, her lips parting as she considered her response. She could feel the weight of his stare, the way it made her feel even more exposed, but she managed to speak, her voice gentle. "You don't look good."

Jason's face tightened, and he sighed, his hand running through his hair as if trying to pull himself together. "You shouldn't be here," he said quietly, his words thick with a mix of guilt and regret. "Not with me in this state." He gestured weakly to himself, his eyes flickering away for a moment. He seemed almost embarrassed by his condition, though it wasn't something he usually cared about.

Stella's gaze softened. She had never seen him so vulnerable, so unsure of himself. "I needed to see you," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil she felt inside.

Jason blinked, caught off guard by her words. His gaze dropped for a moment, as if weighing them, before he finally met her eyes again. "You shouldn't have come." His voice was quieter this time, the words slipping out in a rare moment of honesty. "I'm not someone you should be near right now."

Stella stepped closer, closing the distance between them. She looked at him, her expression serious. "You're not alone," she said firmly, her voice carrying a quiet strength. "You don't have to be alone."

For a moment, Jason just stared at her, his chest tightening as he tried to process the meaning behind her words. No one had ever said that to him before–not in a way that felt real. He felt a lump form in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down, refusing to let it show. Instead, he simply nodded, unable to form a coherent response. There was something in her presence, something in the way she stood there, that calmed him in a way he couldn't explain.

They stood in silence for a long moment, the weight of unspoken thoughts heavy in the air. The library, filled with the soft rustling of books and the faint scent of old paper, seemed to close in around them, both finding an odd sense of comfort in the stillness.

Jason's movements were sudden, almost instinctual. Before Stella could fully process what was happening, he pulled her towards him, guiding her to sit on his thigh. His hand wrapped around her waist, holding her gently but firmly, and the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.