{Part 8}

805 34 17
                                    

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.


~Dia~

Classes ended for the day, and i was dreading to head to my dorm with Dua Lipa inside. After giving myself numerous positive and encouraging pep talks, i made my way to our dorm to get ready for the music festival Hakim invited me to.


I heard that there's going to be a lot of big artists present and i don't want to miss that for anything. Fuck Dua. She can stay mad for whatever reason i don't care, she's always moody and stuck up anyways. I think she desperately needs a therapist before things get out of hands. I shook my head at my own thoughts.


Finally made it to our room and fortunately for me, there weren't any signs of Dua present and i literally smiled at the thought. "Hope she stays wherever she till I leave" I mumbled.


Its already almost time to leave for the festival and Hakim will be calling me anytime soon, so I really needed to be fast. I dropped my phone on my bed, and put it on loud speaker so if ever it rings and I'm still in the bathroom, I'll come pick it up.


I don't want him thinking that i don't want to go out with him, because i really do want to.. I guess. I rushed to the bathroom to shower with my towel and the outfit I'm gonna change into.


While taking my shower i heard my phone ringing in the room; it's probably Hakim calling. I smiled at the thought and quickly wrapped my small towel around my body, and rushed my way to the room to pick up my ringing phone. I don't want Hakim thinking that I'm ditching him or something.


I walked into the room only to be met with Dua standing above my bed, intensely staring at my phone with disgust. It was as if she wanted to bang my phone against a wall by the way she's eyeing it.



"Oh! I didn't know you were around." She shoot her head up to look at me, droplets of water were still present on my skin. She eyed me from head to toe and i saw her bit her lip; or maybe I'm just imagining things i don't know. I shook my head to eliminate that thought from my brain.


But what is she doing with my phone and on my bed?



How dare her invade in my privacy like that??


"I see you've got yourself a boyfriend huh?" She said unamused. And she continued eyeing me as if waiting for an answer or something, but i totally ignored her question.


"How's that your business? I don't owe you any explanations about my personal life." I avoided her menacing gaze, "And just because we're roomates doesn't give you the permission to invade in my personal space and life alright? I've had enough of your drama already. One minute you're nice to me and the next you're as cold as ice. I'm fucking sick and tired of your mood swings!" I went off.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎𝑚𝒂𝒕𝒆| 𝐃𝐮𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐚Where stories live. Discover now