Reckless Roommates

9

Bree

He wanted to catch me off guard and see if I would get all flustered, but maybe he didn't know the girl he was trying to play with. So, if he tried to play a game, I was only too happy to oblige. He leaned in closer, so close that I could smell his cologne. He smelled nice, like fresh citrus. A smile graced his beautiful face. Amusement lit in his eyes, he whispered in a teasing tone.

"Remember, in my room."

I raised a brow, playing dumb, I replied. "I don't know what you are talking about. I have never been to your room," I said, my voice calm and casual. His smile widened, his eyes filled with mischief.
"Would you like to see my room?"

I gave him a shocked look as I said. "Woah, slow down there, Eugene. Shouldn't you buy me dinner first,"

"And what do you think this is?" he answered, gesturing toward the restaurant and our shawarma. We stared at each other for a few seconds, the air filled with amusement. Then, almost in unison, we burst out laughing.

"That was so not cute," I said, whipping at an imaginary tear in the corner of my eyes.

"No, that was a masterclass in flirting, if you ask me."

It was nice sitting here at this shawarma place, joking around with Eugene. The smell of grilled meat and sauces filled the air, making this little dinner feel nicer. To tell the truth, I don't know how long it has been since I laughed like that. It has been ages, that's for sure.

I lean back in my seat, staring at him. Today's class had been so stressful. We were told in two weeks, we would have a skill test, and when I learned that my Brother forgot that he was supposed to pick me up today, let's just say my stress skyrocketed tenfold. But when I saw that he sent Eugene, I was a bit relieved. I had the tendency to take out my frustration on people that were close to me, but with strangers, I knew how to calm the fuck down. I knew if it had been my brother who came to pick me up, we would have had a yelling match, and that shit was not healthy. Sitting here with Eugene gave me time to pause, mentally prepare myself and think about how I would prepare for the crazy school year. And how I would control my frustrations. I took a bite of my shawarma and wiped the sauce that I felt drip down my face. I took a sip from my Sprite, and when I looked back up, Eugene was staring at me. Feeling self-conscience, I touched my face.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked. He pointed at the right side of his face and said, "Yes, there is. You gave something here."

"I tried wiping at the spot that he was pointing at, but I guess I didn't reach the spot because all of a sudden, he leaned closer and slowly wiped the spot that must have been bothering him, and my breath halted. This time, he was too close, like his face was inches from me, and the only thing I could do was just hold my breath. My heart was beating faster than It had ever beaten before, and I was scared that he could hear the thump thump thump.

I swallowed my saliva, and when he was back in his seat, I finally let out the breath that I was holding. This man was hot.

Yes, a couple of seconds ago, we were joking about having sex, but if he had been serious, I would have taken up his offer without batting an eye. It was a long time since I had gotten laid, and I guess my needs needed to be fulfilled. I took a deep breath and managed to calm the fuck down. I hope he was having the same reaction as I was because it would suck if I was the only one feeling a certain way.

"So," I started once it became too quiet.

"You said you were from Vancouver." He gave me a smile as he replied.

'Yeah, I am." he said, "but Originally, I'm from Poland. My parents and I moved to Vancouver when I was about ten years old." he added.

"That's Nice, Poland. I have never been outside of Canada since we moved here, and I was about five years old, so I have a long list of places I want to travel to, and Poland is included." I said. I tried to take another gulp of my sprite, but then I realized it was empty.

"You know, I have been to Kenya also," Eugen said suddenly, and I had to raise my brows at him. I was from Kenya, and I am sure that he already knew that, being my brother's friend.

"When was that."

"When I was sixteen," he replied, "My school offered a study abroad course for the summer. Everything was paid, and I could get extra credit for school, but I had to maintain a certain GPA."

"So Eugene, are you telling me you are super smart," I asked.

"No, I am conversing about places I have been to."

"I am impressed," I said.

"Well, I am trying to impress you," he said, and my smile widened. The man was such a sweet talker that I couldn't help but feel something in my stomach-like a bit of a butterfly-was I starting to develop a little crush on someone?

"Speaking of impressing me, I remember asking someone to hook me up with a job at their workplace. I still haven't heard anything," I said, and the smile and relaxation never left his face. Which was good; I had been wondering for a while how I would bring it up.

"And I am still waiting for your resume," he replied. And I had to put on a serious face.

"You know, that day, my brother and I were just being a bit dramatic, right," I said. For a while now, it has been bothering me that I showed Eugene that I didn't like. It hadn't just been because I thought he was cute and all, even if it was a random guy that didn't make my heart skip a beat, showing them that side of me, a side that I was hopping would just stay where it was, and not show up.

A side that has felt like a permanent part of my life, but I was hoping, no praying, that Eugene would just shrug it off like me just being a spoiled brat and not see that there was something wrong with me.

"I know, William just want you to focus on school, but at the end of the day, all you can do is give me your resume and see if you get hired. I sound like I might be breaking some bro code by telling you this, but at the end of the day, you are old enough to make decisions for yourself." When he said that, I kind of felt a little light.

I knew my brother was just worried about me, but at this time in my life, I didn't want to be treated like a little girl. "I can give you my resume when we get home." when I mentioned home, I knew immediately that we needed to leave. It was starting to get late, and I didn't want my brother to start getting worried. We quickly finished what we were eating and made our way back to his car. We drove home, but we didn't talk too much. I thanked him when he parked in the driveway before I got out of his car. I said softly, and I gave him a grateful smile.

"Thank you for the ride," I said,

"Anytime." He said, and as soon as I was about to get out of the car, his hand shot out and held my arm just for a second before he pulled away and said.

"I mean it, Bree; anytime you want a ride, just give me a call,"

"Be careful of what you are asking of; I just might take you up on your offer." I joked, but the corner of his lips lifted in a smile as he said, "I am counting on it."

Then, with my heart pounding a little faster than necessary, I exited his car.