Roommates.

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Arya's P.O.V.
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"I want pasta." She demanded.

"Okay." I shrugged as I pouted.

As I stood in the kitchen, cooking pasta for Tricia and myself, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I resented the fact that I was being bullied into completing chores in the dorm room. But on the other hand, I couldn't deny the strange curiosity I had towards Tricia's behavior.

She had no sense of personal space, always sitting so close to me. It made me wonder if she was okay, if she was aware of how her actions affected those around her. After we finished eating, I gathered the dishes and made my way to the sink to wash them. Tricia stood behind me, silently watching. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but I didn't say anything.

"I need a nightwear. The sluttiest one you have." She said as I twisted my pout and searched in the shelves.

As I reached for a nightwear in my cupboard, I handed one to Tricia and she retreated to change into it. When she stepped out, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beautiful and toned body. It was clear she worked out diligently. It momentarily took my breath away, making me forget what I was about to say. I quickly composed myself and made us each a cup of tea, placing hers silently in front of her.

Sitting at my desk, I checked to see if I had everything prepared for tomorrow. After reading a few pages, The silence was broken by Tricia switching off the light, causing me to groan lightly. Reluctantly, I made my way to the bed, slipping under the covers on my side. I closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep.

But just as I was starting to relax, I felt Tricia slowly cuddling up to me. Before I could react, she wrapped her arms tightly around me pulling my body into hers. It was unexpected and overwhelming, and I wasn't sure how to respond. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if this was my new life, constantly navigating through these confusing moments with Tricia. Her hug was rather aggressive and when she lay down on me, I could hardly move. I'd like another roommate please god.

"Tricia I can't breathe." I kept my hand on hers to signal her tight hold.

"Then don't breathe fucker. Goodnight." She said snuggling into my breast hugging me way more tighter.

"Trici..."

"If you say another word, I'll bite your tits." She huffed down in my breast and I swallowed. This girl was unhinged and she was showing clear signs of that. I didn't know what to think or say. She most definitely would end up biting me for sure. She turned me to face her by my arm and grabbed onto my ass pulling me closer into her body. I was completely in shock but also way too tired to think anything. I fell asleep effortlessly.

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I attended school in the morning, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension about fixing my friendship with Grace. The day was lonely, as no one talked to me, and the constant flashing of cameras continued. I couldn't help but wonder when Xavier would come around.

Surprisingly, my thoughts were not solely consumed by Xavier. Tricia, someone I didn't particularly like, managed to capture my attention without making me feel desperate for Xavier's affection. It was a welcome distraction, but the classes made me yearn to retreat back to the dorms.

Instead of approaching Grace directly for an apology, I decided to write her a letter. I didn't want to expose myself to her irritated mood, as it was no fun being on her bad side. I needed to explain that it wasn't my fault.

When I returned to the dorm, I saw Tricia settling in. I was too scared to offer help, as she had warned me not to touch her things. She asked me to cook dinner for three, as her boyfriend was coming over. Despite being tired, I mustered the energy to meal prep. Why can't she have from the dining hall? I didn't know what to make besides pasta, so I settled on making pizza. I was skilled in cooking, but without my Indian spices, I couldn't make anything from my culture. I prepared the pizza base with marinara sauce and vegetables, storing it in the fridge for Tricia to heat up later.

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