Roommates

Chapter 8

BEYONCÉ'S P.O.V

After seeing Jay in his bed, I made my way into the kitchen and prepared myself some pancakes. I must've woken him up, because he soon appeared in the room too.

He walked straight past me and headed for the fridge. I didn't get a "Morning, Beyoncé. How are you feeling after the most traumatic experience of your life?" or anything like that, because that would obviously be too much of a caring thing for him to do.

I sat myself at the island in the middle of the room and silently ate my pancakes.

"Aye, did you make me any?" Jay asked.

I glanced over at him and caught onto the fact that he was referring to the pancakes I was eating. I rolled my eyes and refocused my attention back on my food.

He huffed, "What's your problem?" he surveyed.

I simply shrugged, prior to picking up my plate and standing up. I manoeuvred around him and walked into the living room. On my way towards the couch, I heard footsteps nearby. I looked to my side and saw the woman, who Jay was in bed with, standing there. I gazed away from her and sat down.

"Where's Jay?" she asked me.

I plainly pointed behind me, towards the kitchen, without looking at her. I heard the pitter-patter of her bare feet against the wooden floor, signalling she had left.

I rested my feet on top of the coffee table and crossed one leg over the other. Turning the television on, I grabbed the remote and chose a lighthearted show to watch.

For the next 10 or so minutes, I peacefully ate my breakfast and enjoyed the carefree entertainment. That was until I was rudely interrupted by Jay parading into the room.

"I'm going out." he said.

I merely turned my head in his direction and then looked away in response. I was giving him the cold shoulder, if it wasn't obvious. He doesn't quite seem to understand that yesterday was extremely distressing for me, and all I want is some support from him, or at least a little sympathy.

"Why the hell are you annoyed with me?" he asked.

"I'm not annoyed."

"So why are you acting like this?"

"Last night, you said you'd be there when I woke up, but instead you disregarded that just to sleep with some woman." I explained.

"Since when did you care about who I sleep with?" he questioned.

"Jay, I don't give a shit about that! It's just that you tricked me into thinking you cared, and then allowed me to wake up feeling alone." I said.

"You're acting as if I'm meant to be looking after you or some shit! You're old enough to take care of yourself, you don't need me to constantly help you." he defended.

"I'm not saying I'm your responsibility, it would just be nice to know that you're there for me."

"Whatever, I don't have time for this." he dismissed.

"That's right, run for your problems, as always." I mumbled. He stood up straight and eyed me down.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Every time I say something you don't like, you suddenly disappear. You're clearly not man enough to deal with your own issues." I vindicated.

"Or maybe it's because I can't stand looking at your face." he shot back.

I wasn't sure how to take that comment. Honestly, I feel like he said it in the heat of the moment, but if he meant it, and was suggesting that I was ugly, I don't care. He's not someone I would allow to make me feel bad, he's too spiteful, and I wouldn't give him the joy of upsetting me.