The Roommate

chapter 4

I am going to scream.

Parker and I haven't really talked since the whole kiss thing.

Sure, there has been the usual "grab me a coffee at mess hall", "you got a pen", and "stop fucking snoring you pig" back-and-forth between us but nothing real. that wasn't what was bothering me.

What was bothering me was Parker locking me out of the dorm twice a day to have relations with his lady friends. And yes, a different one each time!

I've let it slide this week because it honestly allows me to avoid him and that whole incident which I really would like to forget, but I'm at my wits end today.

It was just past 2 pm, and my next class wasn't until 2:30. I was planning on hanging out in the quad until then because it was 70 degrees in the Fall and I wanted to look at the pretty leaves. However, me and my smart ass decided to walk and text while also trying to drink a diet Dr. Pepper, and of course, I spilt it all over my sweater.

"Shit!" I yelled as I looked down at the quickly spreading cola-colored stain now covering the very expensive cashmere sweater Royce gifted me. Luckily, I had some miracle cleaner back in the dorm, so I rushed over there.

By the time I had pushed through the sweaty ball of flesh that was the residents of Bay Leaf, it was 2:21, and I was a good 10 minute walk from my classroom. fucking wonderful.

I speed walked to the dorm, and before I reached for the handle, I put my ear to the door to make sure Parker wasn't doing something, or someone, in there. Gotta learn from my mistakes.

I heard nothing, so I went to open the door but it wouldn't open. I jiggled the handle some more, but it still didn't budge. I kept trying my key, but it literally would not unlock. I even threw my entire body weight against the door for good measure, but had no luck.

I assume he's in there with someone, and they most definitely heard me and are trying to act like they're not there.

I heard a loud movement from inside, followed by a string of curse words coming from a voice I knew was Parker's. Oh someone's definitely in there.

I immediately started pounding on the door.

"Open the goddamn door, Claymoore! I know you know I'm out here!" I yelled at him.

Nothing happened, so I kept banging on the door.

"I don't care if you have someone in there, I won't look, I promise! I just need to grab something. Pleaseee!" I yelled.

I waited a minute, and checked my watch. 2:34. Oh how Wonderful. Now I have a stained down deposit on a house and I'm late.

"Parker! Open the fucking door or I swear to God I'll-" I got cut off by the door flying open.

"It's about damn- wow you look like shit" I say to Parker once I finally see him. In my defense, he did look terrible. Like hit-by-a-truck terrible. There was no chance in hell anyone else was in there.

"Shut your fucking mouth Kingsley." he spat out rather weakly at me. I've never seen him like this, it's kind of freaking me out.

"Are you good Parker?" I question.

"No. Now go away." He says trying to push me out of the doorway, but I'm a strong bitch and don't budge.

"No, just tell me what's wrong."

"No, you'll just laugh at me."

"Parker...."

"No."

"Parker, if you don't tell me what's up right this fucking second, I'll send the picture of you drooling to everyone on campus." I threaten him.