Say 'Kiss'! • bxb

2. Unlucky roommate

Mateo's P.O.V.

At around 2 a.m. the door to our room opens, and I took a peek from under my blanket, slowly, making sure he can't see that I'm awake.

Tobias looks at me and then sighs, taking off his shirt and changing in his pijamas. All this time he's clueless that I'm actually watching his every move with my eyebrows raised so high that I'm afraid they'll fly off my forehead.

Fucking hell.

"Where have you been?"

He jumps and turns around confused in the darkness when he hears my voice. Then he relaxes and sighs again, nervously ruffling his hair and laying down on his bed.

"Over at Lina's" his voice can barely be heard, sounding more like a whisper.

Lina is his friend, an annoying and loud girl, following him everywhere and making sure nobody picks on him. Awful since she knows how to fight pretty well and I can admit that she would kick my ass. She was in her school's judo team for a few years.

I turn on the lights so I can see him and get up from my bed. I take slow steps towards him and he avoids my gaze, looking down at his hands and trying to get as far away from me as he can. But his back hits the wall and he has nowhere to run to.

Sitting down on his bed, as he's cowardly sticking to the wall, I flash him a friendly smile and then pat his shoulder.

"Ah, Tobias, I considered you my friend, you know"

"Friend?" he finally looks at me and I am taken aback by that.

"Yeah but..." I forgot what I even wanted to say.

His blue eyes are showing determination, almost as if he's not even sorry for what he has done. So that's it? He doesn't even feel guilty? Does he like Sarah that much or is it just a fling and he wants to use her?

"Don't ever touch her again" I grab him by the collar, but he doesn't seem to he phased by this.

"Fuck off" he leans closer to me.

"What?" I'm puzzled, wondering what is happening right now.

All these years that he's been my roommate I've never seen him so determined, it's confusing. He had always been reserved, kind of letting anyone step on him, not saying anything back.

But until now I've never even cared about his existence enough to bother him. He was just my roommate, sometimes being kind enough to help me with homework or study for an upcoming exam.

"I said fuck off" he pushes me off him with all his force and I fall on my butt on the floor.

Before I can lift myself up he has already rushed to the bathroom and locked himself in it. All I see is that door and the need for revenge, to punch him square in the face as I promised myself that I would do.

I try to open the door in vain, banging my fists against it and shouting, probably waking up the whole dorm in the process.

"Open this fucking door Tobias! I said open it, you fucking dick" I put one foot on it and then put my hands on the door knob, in a second failed attempt at getting in.

"Go away!"

"Why did you do it, huh? Do you think it's fucking funny? Stealing my girlfriend?"

This time I hit the door with my foot one last time and then prance around the room, whispering all the swear words I've ever learned. My fists are clenched to my side and I hit my pillow in frustration.

"I didn't steal your girlfriend!" I hear him shout from the bathroom and I can feel my eyes tearing up.

Not from sadness, but from the anger. If I could just get my hands on him all this feelings of desperation would leave my body so fast.

"You fucking kissed her"

"She kissed me!"

I rub my face with my hands, not ready to confront him or her at all. If only I could erase that picture from my mind and everything would be back to normal. Hell, I could forgive Sarah and we would go on with our relationship as before.

But not like this. I can't. Everyone knows. I would look like a fucking idiot still being together with a girl that kissed another guy publicy and took a picture of it.

I give up. I sit down on my bed and wait for him to come out, but almost an hour passes and there's not a single sound coming out of the bathroom. Is he dead or something?

"Will you come out already?" I shout loud enough to make sure he'll hear me.

"So you can beat me up? No thanks" he responds with a muffled voice.

I can't help but curse under my breath and punch my pillow in an angry fit. It's the only thing I can do for now to clear my thoughts.

I hate him. I hate him so much. I imagine his face below me while I punch it, asking him all kinds of questions.

Why did he do it? When? How? Why Sarah? Out of all the girls on campus why did it had to be my girlfriend? The one I love the most?

I takes a while for me to realize I'm actually crying and I have to wipe my tears away before standing up and knocking on the bathroom door one last time. If he wants to stay there all night, then fine. I won't beg him to come out.

"Why did you do it? Why?"

I'm not shouting anymore because I know he can hear me. There's no response, only a sigh that makes me shake my head. How stupid am I?

There's nothing I want to do more than sleep right now. It all drains me, like some sort of parasite, sucking my blood, until I'm dry. That's what it feels like to deal with this situation.

And I'm hopeless. I can't do anything, but be angry in vain and punch random objects around me. So this is what it truly feels like to have no control over what happens around you.