Housemates with Benefits

Chapter 3

We just finished a reporting from our social studies. I am very well aware that I did great from our presentation in addendum to the praises I have received from my fellow classmates as well as from my professor. I am actually not fond of explaining especially if it is about myself. I hated the fact that I have to explain every action and decision I should make, that if I ever fall in love with someone I want it to be someone who recognizes the reasons behind me, who understand the language I speak, and sees the unspoken words I evoke. The need to always explain is such an endless tiring life and I don’t want to live one. Or perhaps someone who doesn’t ask why could also be an ideal one. But then it’s just my preference rather my delusional fantasy.

Everybody is now settling down and I have noticed that despite my great performance, their elated conversations with me, I’m still alone. All of them went to their own circle, some are gathering to talk about their anxiety from presenting on the crowd, some went outside to probably eat snacks, some are playing with their phones of course with their friends, but here I am, alone in my seat.

Anyway, I don’t really know if I could classify myself as an introvert, but I have always been comfortable of being alone. But I am actually easy to get along with, I make jokes, I am not having a hard time to mingle during groupings, I am approachable as well, I even lend hands to my block mates, I just don’t have specific person to hang out with in my course. But it’s okay, I have never minded that. Because I have always been busy making an ends meet. I have to work to have an extra bucks, I cannot afford going to newly shops which almost cost a week of my allowance, I have to be thrifty and I have to study well. And if I write a book about myself, it would likely as boring as hell. My story would only revolves from studying, eating, working, sleeping and the cycle goes on.

I was about to pull out a book from my bag when I heard someone shouting my name, so loud that everybody freeze their eyes to me. I don’t even need to look who the culprit was, I gathered my things pushing to my bag and went to the door.

“You surely want attention right?” I plastered a fake smile to his nonchalant face.

“That’s actually for you, looks like no one wants to be your friend out there,” he set a deadpan face to me.

“This can’t get any worse. Can it?” someone grimaced from my side and it was Easton and beside him is the good looking president lister of the Engineering department, Raven. Although, I actually knew that the three of them belong to one circle. Now thinking about it, I feel giddy for such a forbidden thought.

I slowly snaked my hands to Keegan’s arm, encircling my arms to it then slightly squeezing it. His eyes dropped to my arms and his expression darkened, he looked away from me and I even saw him tilting his head.

Anyway, now that I’ve noticed it, they are all good looking human beings, such a blessings from heaven. Raven matched his raven straight hair, with his eyes like a hawk that people won’t ever think that he have a geek side of himself. He always have this aura on him like some untouchable beast that he no one could approach him that even girls wouldn’t be around him. However, his silence was perfect to how noisy this two cousins with him, I don’t even know how they became friends, to how they managed to let him follow and hang out with them, just can’t imagine. So let’s say they are my own kind of Powerpuff girls.

Easton have an angular cheekbones, a curly chocolate hair that girls would get hang up from raking their fingers along it on a lazy afternoon, matched with his kind eyes a perfect prince charming from all time fairy tales. I can’t deny that he could be every girls dream except that I actually know that he is a game addict. I don’t even know how they really call it, but he is always playing on his computer. I could only distinguish some characters kicking around the bush then some kind of lightnings that I don’t really give a shit. I understand that it must be fun, but playing it to skip dinner, and facing their desktops until dawn is such a questionable thing for me. They are the same with his cousin.