I Hate My Roommate - side story

CHAPTER 7

Michelle's POV

My eyes widened when they caught Sage approaching, holding Cole's hand. Her teeth appeared when she saw me as she waved at me. The softness and gentleness she always carried didn't hit me at that moment, and I didn't smile back either. Since when was she here?

The cigarette touched my lips again and the tobacco calmly and peacefully filled my lungs.

"Hey, Michelle!"

"Night, Sage."

Despite the darkness, her beauty looked so visible and flamboyant, her brown hair was shiny and with a heavy smooth texture. She asked me why I was away from the others, but I was too focused on something else to answer right away.

"Oh, nothing."

I got out of the mysterious daze and drove to Anna seated on the floor with her legs straight and eating an enormous burger. I finished smoking and stepped on the little cylinder before laying my head on her lap and gazing at her, slowly chewing.

"What are you doing?"

"Resting," I said. "You?"

The newborn conversation was interrupted by Sage, taking the place in front of Anna and close enough to my head with her legs crossed and stealing potato chips from a little box.

"Sage!" The vice president groaned.

I smiled at her mad expression at the same time I heard the other laughing and felt her hands sticking the thin yellow salty food in my mouth.

"Eat them, too," Sage giggled. "By the way," her face emerged in the sky, inversely with mine, and stupidly smiling, "have you been eating properly."

"Of course not... You haven't been feeding me with your body." I raised a brow, lacking a smile or an expression itself.

"Elle..." She gave me a serious look and rolled her eyes, and disappeared from my sight.

It was silent for a couple of seconds, until... "You guys are back together?"

That question made me leave Anna's thighs and stare more at her, whose eyes were whether on me or Sage. I turned to this and heard her 'No'. I mean, what was I expecting, we weren't together. Yet I wasn't sure if the answer was a sad one or an insecure and vague one.

"Why would we?" I asked, regretting it the second later.

"You look closer. But... sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Anna lifted her pale hands, telling me she was innocent in that case.

"Don't be sorry. We are closer, indeed. Aren't we, Michelle?"

I turned my torso to her and replied with a sarcastic smile. I wasn't quite sure how to feel, be, say, or even hear, so I just pointed out it was getting late, said goodbye to them and the boys skating, and rushed to my car. From the tips of my feet, I sensed some kind of anger invading my body. It started tingling as I started driving, getting away, heading to a place I didn't know where. Something started to involve my body, my heart. Why had I left? Fuck!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you, Sage!" I screamed, hitting the steering wheel. "What in the hell makes you think we got closer?"

I was mad, disgusted, regretful, and hateful. I felt pity for her, for the fact that she thought I'm her friend, that I want her or even need her. Was it jealousy? I thought I was willing to make her mine again even though I had no clues about her thing that Cole. It wasn't like I was the best for her either.

My foot started to heartlessly press the gas pedal, my hands were occupied with the steering wheel or trying to light a cigarette. Whether this could lead to a fatal accident or not wasn't my business. It was about dying or living and I didn't care about death or life.