I stop, God what is it now, please I just want to sleep.
"Yes..." I turn back to see that he's also taken a step back away from the room.
"I'm not sleeping there." He shakes his head.
"Why-" I step into the room and see not 1 but 2 roaches on the bed, I shriek loudly,
"Oh my god."
"Calm down it's just roaches." He teases.
"Then go kill it." I command.
He laughs, "Absolutely not. You do it."
"Me? You're the man here." I scoff
"Wow, you'd expect that every woman is a feminist but I guess you believe that men will always be more capable than a woman, that's strange. What, are you going to need a man to wipe your ass too? Because, I'm sorry to inform you but, I'm not willing to do that."
"Excuse me my ass is very much clean and not in need of- God you're such an idiot how the hell do you even-" I groan in annoyance. "C'mon." I gesture him to follow me.
"Where are we going now?" He asks.
"My room." I respond.
He stops, "Alora, I knew you were weird but never did I think that the idea of me wiping your ass would turn you on like this, I need an explanation, maybe that's why you hate me so much because you can't help the fact that you've always wanted me to-"
"PLEASE, do not finish that sentence. God, Enzo, is it so hard for you to accept a single act of kindness, you should be grateful that I'm not leaving you out on the streets even as how lovely that sounds right now, because in reality, I'm nothing like you. In fact I'd say even the complete opposite. I don't leave people in need stranded like you do. When people are kind towards me I reciprocate it, not make some stupid joke." I breathe heavily.
"I mean it was a joke." He mumbles
"An unfunny one!" I yell. "Everything you've ever said or done to me was never funny, maybe to you and your stupid little friends, but never to me. Do you even have the capacity of thinking about others?"
He remains silent.
"Now come and do not say a word because I do not want to hear it."
He follows me into my room, his eyes curiously scan the environment. He looks at my book collection, he looks at the pictures of me and my old friends from Texas, he looks at every little thing in my room and it makes me self conscious. It's crazy how much you can tell about a person based off their room.
He makes a look that I am unsure what it is.
"Not as grand as you were expecting I assume? Well then just know you could be sleeping outside."
"It's not that." He turns to look at me, "It's just... where the hell am I going to sleep?"
I thought it was pretty obvious, "Well my floor is carpeted so... The floor. I mean, I guess I could throw in a pillow- ehh... actually I'm not sure, I kinda need all my pillows to comfortably sleep." I sigh, "I guess I'll have to sacrifice one."
"Am I a dog now?"
"Uh yes? I'm glad you're self aware, at least one bearable trait of yours. Anyways... it's literally not even bad, you'll live." I toss a pillow on the floor
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RomanceAlora, a 17 year old girl who moved from Texas during her freshman year of highschool due to her and her brother, Jayden, were offered scholarships to attend the infamous Rosewood Academy. Enzo, someone who's main life goal is to leave no one in pe...
