Unwanted Roommate (HIATUS)

Chapter 1

The sun shows its cruel face over the horizon, ruthlessly pushing its rays through the many windows decorating a scrawling college campus. Dorm houses and apartments begin to stir awake with the yawning dawn, and the students within attempt to work themselves into the living world.

In one such apartment, housing a single student rather than a pair of roommates, the sun stretches through open blinds. The young woman in her bed tries to turn away from the intruder, pulling up her comforter and burying her face into the pillow. But once awoken it was difficult to drift back into that sweet embrace of sleep. She groans and pulls her phone out from under her pillow, running a hand through her bed head while checking notifications and preemptively turning off her alarm set for much later in the morning.

The cold breeze of the air conditioner points out the lack of a shirt upon her body and she grunts into a sitting position to look around her admittedly messy room. Clothes strewn across the floor with books and a few snack wrappers. You'd think as a college student, she would have better management skills but nope. While reaching over the side of the bed for a top the distinct sound of a toilet flushing alerts her to someone else using her personal space. Fuck, did someone break in? Was it one of her friends? She wraps the sheet around her chest and starts reaching for her phone again.

God. Damn. It.

The unmistakable tint of green skin and scent of sewer tells the young woman exactly who has made themselves at home. Murdoc Fucking Niccals, some wannabe punk or emo from her English class. She doesn't know much about him other than he's in some band or something. Oh, and he's an asshole. Something she's real curious to know is why the fuck he is in her room! His eyes immediately lock on to her as he leaves the bathroom. A very toothy, yet annoyingly charming, grin breaks out on his face.

"Well...that's a nice sight. Didn't think you'd wake up before I finished," he says with a thick English accent of some kind.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" She demands and pulls the blanket tighter around herself.

"I wanted to see ya again," he answers in an honest tone but she does not trust it. He moves to sit at the foot of her bed, making her reel back in slight disgust. "I only ever see ya in that dumb class, and one of your darling friends mentioned this was your room." His grin returns full force. "So I stopped by~"

"And used my bathroom?" Her patience was already thin and the long silence he gave before just nodding sent her over the edge. "Get the fuck out!" She roars. In her outburst, she briefly loses grip of her blanket and it slips down her shoulder. The way Murdoc's eyes immediately shoot down tells her all she needs to know. The pervert actually has the audacity to get a peek.

His eyes slowly glide back up and his gaze burns her skin. "Oh (Y/N), you sure you want me to go?" He teases and moves closer. (Y/N) tries to avoid his gaze and instead finds herself glimpsing his crotch, where tight pants do nothing to hide a growing bulge.

The sheet is snatched back around her chest and she kicks at his arm. He finally gets the hint and puts his hands up in a surrender while walking backwards towards the door of her small apartment. "Fucking pervert." She glares at him, her face red with embarrassment.

"Those are harsh words to throw at a man," he responds while slowly opening the door, "especially when he's walking out of your bedroom." A pillow connects with his chest and he chuckles, wiggling his fingers in a goodbye while leaving.

(Y/N) collapses back on to her bed, burying her face in her hands and groaning. He is such a pervert and such an asshole, and he always has been. But if that's the truth, then why is she so turned on whenever she thinks about him. Maybe she needs to really reassess her turn ons, or she could turn over and nap a little while longer. Ya, napping sounds good.