I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 14

KEENON:

I eventually stumbled out of bed, holding my head in my hands as I blindly made my way to my bathroom where I, for some reason, immediately threw up. Maybe it was the suddenness of standing up, who knows.

I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed to myself, noting the crazy way my hair was sticking up everywhere and my eyes were so squinted up and dark around the edges that I looked like a goth. After brushing my teeth to rid myself of the horrible after taste of beer and morning breath, I just stepped into the shower, already naked and ready to go.

I took way longer than usual in the shower, getting the liquor and dirt off my skin, then pausing for a few minutes to reflect on my life. I'm not sure if it's just me, but I make life decisions in the shower. I thought about Andrea, and how for one whole night, I had managed to go without thinking about her. Sure I was drunk and out of it anyway, but I had this feeling that even if I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have thought about her either. It was weird. I also realized, while naked in the shower, that I sort of kind of maybe liked my roommate just a little bit, and began to wonder if maybe she kind of liked me a little too. I mean, she had seen me naked, carted me around town in my drunken state, watched me strip and pee out a window, sat quietly while I performed a Disney movie scene with a random stray cat that I claimed, then stayed with me after it all without uttering one single complaint. If that isn't a sign of at least sort of liking someone, I don't know what is. If she didn't like me, then she had some killer mother instincts in caring, but she really didn't seem the motherly type.

My rambling thoughts went on and on for quite some time until my fingers began to look like dried grapes and I got out. Out of habit, I drew a frowny face on the fogged over mirror before wrapping a towel around my waist and stepping out of the bathroom.

I was just walking to my closet when I looked out my open bedroom door, and there across the hall, standing next to her bed in nothing but a light blue towel, was my roommate. Her hair was dripping water onto the floor, her perfectly smooth skin glistening as she walked over to her dresser. The towel hugged her curves, giving me an amazing view of her butt as she went, making me want her so bad it literally hurt.

Just then she turned her head around and smirked at me. "I don't know why you bother with a towel," she called softly in a satin voice.

I rolled my eyes at her, aware of the fact that she had seen everything I had, so while our eyes were still locked, I dropped my towel. She raised one perfect eyebrow in an unbearably seductive way as she, too, dropped her towel. She was faced away from me, eyes locked with mine over her shoulder, but the back of her body, her out of this world bottom and long tan legs, were enough to make every muscle in my body twitch. I had really not been expecting her to drop that towel.

I realized suddenly that she was messing with me, eyes focused only on mine and nothing else, to see who would break first to look at the other's body. Neither of us had looked away at all to scan each other, and frankly, it was killing me not to just ogle her. But, I kept my focus on her light green eyes, straining as hard as I could to find them more interesting than the other things she had to offer.

It occurred to me that I was sweating, and she wasn't even showing me her whole body. She had a view of all of my junk and didn't seem to be struggling at all, but I only had a view of her butt and back and I knew I was going to give out first.

And just like that, my eyes broke contact with hers and roamed her body like a teenage boy with his first playboy magazine. I clenched my fists against the urge to just snatch her up and kiss her from head to toe and turned away from her, face red knowing that she had been able to see my interest the whole time.

I chanced a glance back at her to see her still looking at my eyes, which annoyed me, then she winked and walked straight into her bathroom again. Did she really not find me attractive? Did she not feel the urge to look at me?

I had never had any girl in my life turn down any opportunity to check me out, and with just one staring contest with my roommate, my self-confidence went down the drain. What in the world is she doing to me?

I huffed in aggravation as I pulled on some comfortable sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. Combing my fingers through my hair, I walked out of my room and down the short hallway to fix myself something to eat in the kitchen. What I encountered on my way there made me lose my appetite.

"Toby!" I yelped, gawking at the current state of my best friend.

He lay flat on his back on the plush couch, head lulled back and snoring loudly, manhood on display for all to see. When she said he was naked on her couch, she meant it. I guess it hadn't occurred to me how naked he was and that he might still be naked and very unaware of it.

I quickly found a blanket and threw it over him just as my sassy roommate walked into the room.

"Oh good, you covered it," she murmured, looking at Toby in actual disgust.

I silently began to wonder if maybe this girl was a lesbian because neither Toby nor I had ever been seen as unattractive.

"I already made you breakfast," she called over her shoulder, pointing to a plate of barely still steaming eggs and biscuits with a cup of coffee next to it. I stared at it for a moment before looking at her.

"Since when do you make breakfast, or talk, or be nice, or even show up in your own apartment?" I blurted.

What was my deal today? I was way off my game. I was usually more laid back and quiet than this.

"Since I have two hungover idiots to babysit," she said with a smirk. I never knew girls could smirk so well. I thought only guys used that expression a lot.

I walked over to my plate and sat down on a stool to eat, taking a sip of coffee before saying flatly, "I don't need a babysitter, I deal with hangovers by myself all the time."

"Uh huh," she mused offhandedly as she opened the fridge, "And where do you think you would be waking up with a hangover right now if it weren't for me, your babysitter?"

"Whatever," I muttered, not in the mood to argue. My head was still throbbing.

A soft hand slid around my waist so suddenly that I almost fell off my stool.

"Aw," she said in a fake sad tone as she slowly moved until both her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist with her cheek pressed against my back since she was almost a foot shorter than me. "Is someone grumpy? Are you hungover?" she continued in a high-pitched 'grandma-loves-you' type voice.

I grunted and rolled my eyes, taking a bite of my biscuit so I wouldn't have to reply. Honestly, I was happy to just sit and let her arms stay around me. It felt nice, a lot better than when Andrea used to hug me. She would never touch her body all the way to mine like my roommate was doing.

Her voice suddenly changed from high and cute to low and seductive as her hands slid lower around my waist. "Is your lack of response because you are irritated? Maybe a little aggravated? Flustered?"

I was about to tell her she was crazy when I realized I was those things, and I knew why. I just hoped if she knew too that she would keep it to herself. I never liked to admit sexual stuff.

"Babe," she purred in my ear, "it's called sexually frustrated."

I cringed at the words, uncomfortable all of a sudden. I was alright as long as I was doing the dirty teasing and joking, but once it was turned on me, I never knew what to do with myself.

I settled for just eating my breakfast and not answering her, but when her lips pressed down on my neck I almost choked on my eggs.

She let out a velvety laugh and stepped away from me. "You are just too cute not to mess with."

I was just about to comment on the fact that she called me cute when Toby stirred on the couch.

She sighed deeply and walked over with a coffee mug and two pills already in her hands while muttering, "And then there were three."