Roommate Roulette

5 | Braids

{~Evelyn~}

My eyes fluttered open to adjust to the morning light. I groaned and shifted on the couch, a warm blanket over me moved as well.

When did I have time to get a blanket?

I was too tired to try and decipher who would go out of their way to get a blanket for me. The apartment was peaceful―I rarely get moments like this. Which is also a good reason to fall asleep. Again.

The next time I woke up, it was to the smell of bacon and eggs. My eyes were well rested enough and I stretched legs, squealing. I rolled my wrists, sighing at the... holy shit.

"Put a shirt on, you moron." I snapped at Grayson. I rubbed my eyes but the image of his muscled back wouldn't leave my thoughts. His dark hair that would fall over his eyes—

"Hey, I lived here first." He scooped his food onto a plate and sat on the bar stool, ditching a pan in the sink. "You look like roadkill." He said as his eyes accessed me the first time this morning. 

"Gee, thanks, sunshine." I said unenthusiastically.

Talk about not being a morning person.

"Your welcome." He replied, face flat, he returned to scrolling on his phone.

I resisted the urge to push him off his chair as I walked past to my new room. 

Five, four, three, two, one.

I took a look in the mirror and I get startled from my own appearance. Grayson was  right. I looked like roadkill. My hair was in knots and I had black bags under my eyes. I had splatters of paint on my pants and shirt.

I splashed my face quickly to get to awake and I brushed my hair. I flattened my hair with my hands, but it doesn't look right. I tucked the front pieces behind my ears, but it just makes my ears look bigger. I sighed, tying my hair into two braids instead. I changed into cargo joggers and a tank top. I threw on a sweatshirt just in case it was too cold.

By the time I exit my room, Grayson finished washing his plate and placed it in the dishing rack. "Are you leaving already?" He asked, checking his phone.

"Yeah. I'm meeting with the girls." The girls. I've only known them for a day, but it feels like I've known them for longer than that. "When are you going?" I slipped on my shoes, holding onto the wall so I don't topple over.

"Hold on. Give me a few seconds." He jogged into his room, I heard drawers opening and closing.

"Are you walking with  me?" I didn't even attempt to hide my surprise.

"I don't want you to get kidnapped, it's only been a day and I'll become a suspect." He reasoned and he already had a hoodie along with his sweatpants. How does this man change so fast?

"It's a literal thirty second walk." I threw up my hands in defeat when he started out the door, not even waiting for me to follow. "Hold! You walk too fast." I couldn't hold back my grin as I pulled on the back of his hoodie to stop him, he stumbled backward as I came ahead. "Thanks." I said until I reached him, speeding up.

"I was going  to slow down, smart-ass." He pushed a button on the elevator to go to the ground floor, straightening his shirt. I flipped off his back, internally screaming at him.

As the elevator opened, I waited a few seconds after him, making it seem like we weren't coming to school together. I get pulled to the side by my arm while I go through the hallways.

"What the f-" I started as I get hauled into an empty classroom.

The lights switched on and I saw Sabrina and Vivian with their arms crossed. They looked me up and down. "Emily."