Roommate Roulette

15 | Flirting and bickering

{~Evelyn~}

I find Grayson in the kitchen and I sit on a bar stool, silently waiting for him to notice my presence. 

Without turning back at me, he continued to grab a drink from the fridge. "Are you going to stare at me all day or say something?" He glanced back at me for the first time. 

His gaze lingered a lot longer than it should've, even if we were both in our worn out pyjamas already. I scowled, ignoring his stares and my mood changing into something I can't quite name. "Gee, so much for a simple 'Hi' or 'Hello'." I grumbled, a smile creeping onto my face.

He shrugged, "I mean, I know I'm hot and all-"

"Don't push it." I warned and he mockingly put up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all.

I let out a breath, starting on what I came here for. "Okay. About that time in the washroom-"

"There's nothing to talk about." He cut me off.

I rubbed my temple. "Let me just-"

"Really. It's fine."

"-say that I really appreciate you telling me-"

"I said  it's fine."

"-about your family and I wanted to thank you-"

"Eve."

"-because you weren't obliged to tell me anything-"

"Eve."

I huffed, closing my eyes. "There." I muttered.

Satisfied with my own confession, I stood up and ready to hide in my room.

I heard a groan not so far behind me. "You never listen do you?" A hand gently grabbed my arm for attention. 

I spun around with a smile on my face. "Oh hey! How was your day today? A pleasure for you to stop me in the middle of this hallway."

Grayson rolled his eyes. "You're so insufferable."

I cracked a genuine grin. "So?"

"You don't have to thank me for anything." Oh, we're back to this now. "Alright? Clear?"

Seeing how much he doesn't want me to pity him. I nodded. "Crystal." I was about to fake salut until I realised his hand was still caressing my bicep. 

He dropped his hand, curling into a fist as if noticing what he did. 

I brushed off the feeling of disappointment that threatened to show. I perked up, "I forgot to show you something. Wait here."

I flipped through my room and I couldn't find it. Grayson leaned on my door frame, observing my room with intensity.

Why is everything disappearing when I need it most?

After an excruciating moment of urgency, I found it lying on my bed.

Gotcha.

 I shoved it in his hands, smiling proudly. "It's an even day."

He stared at me, then the book. "Yeah." He said slowly. "It is?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "I compiled a list of recipes to cook. We each pick a different one every day."

He silently flipped through them and the silence became deafening. He finally handed the cookbook back, "You're such a smart-ass." He shook his head with a smile on his face.