He Is My Roommate

Chapter 2: My Crazy Bestfriend

"This place is amazing!"

I had finally gotten myself to sleep after two hours on a train and one of packing. It reminded me of how torturous my first year had been. Taking the train everyday to attend classes and arriving home dead and mentally drained. I woke up to a loud bang followed by the clicking of heels. Trish barrelled into my room like a psycho maniac. She used to do that a lot back in Texas startling my parents and little brother Toby.

"Trish keep it down!" I laugh, watching my bestfriend scan my room like an eagle.

"So this place is like all yours?" Trish's blue eyes glow with excitement as she sniffs a bottle of perfume and moves onto the mini bar.

"Yep all mine!"

I can't help myself but stare at her long legs in her yellow mini dress as she paced my room. Her Rayban glasses perfectly stood on her head and her blonde hair was neatly tied up in a bun. Trish was beautiful.

Me? I was just pale and skinny. My wavy brown hair stood everywhere right now, I had a zit on my forehead, and my sweatpants didn't make things any better. Sometimes I wonder how we became best friends in the first place. Trish was the one who always got hit on, Trish was the one who turned me from geek to normal back in high school, and Trish was the rich one. If she had her parents permission to live alone right now, she would be sleeping in some five star elite villa. But without her parents permission and without their money, she's stuck with her brother Gabriel, who lives right next to campus in a cute rented house.

I can't really blame Trish's parents though. This girl can be crazy irresponsible sometimes. Like that one time back in eleventh grade when her parents travelled on a business trip to Japan. Trish had decided to invite the whole school and even college students to a " house party " which ended up having drunk teenagers vomiting everywhere, couples having sex in her parents room, and her mom's favorite vase sent off to heaven.

"I'm so envious of you right now" she moans bouncing onto my bed.

I chuckle at the thought of Trish envying me when it was actually the other way around.

"You can throw mini parties around here and get boys to sleepover!" she whines.

"Woah there! Not so sure about the party Trish... this place is as much as the size of your toilet back home".

Trish lived in a mansion back in Texas a MANSION.

"Then what about boys sleeping over?" her blue eyes widen again.

Oh god... Mike topless on my bed, or maybe cooking me breakfast when I wake up or maybe...

"Thinking of Mike again?" Trish winks as if reading my mind.

"Trish! Mike's just a friend he doesn't see me that way" I flush swapping away any weird thoughts I had just imagined.

"The attraction is there it's obvious" she rolls her eyes "It's just that his girlfriend's been there for so long and now they broke up for some reason! And its been a year! You've been waiting for this for so long Zoe!"

I shatter any signs of hope that had just popped up and sigh into my pillow. Mike see me as more than a friend? Yeah right. We've always had this brother sister relationship.

"What about you Trish?" I wink, "Damon?"

"Akh!" , and as expected at the sound of his highness Trish gets up from bed and starts spinning in circles around the room.

"I think he's gay" Trish whines flapping her hands.

Okay, not what I expected her to say...

"Why would he be gay?' I laugh watching her pace around from side to side.

Typical. The ice prince always had that effect on girls. So seeing Trish acting like that was nothing compared to what I've seen other girls do. I've seen girls drop notes into his locker, steal his boxers in the showering room, and accidentally bump into him pretending to fall down. This guy was a legend, the hottest guy on campus, someone a girl like me would never ever get, and someone who was also mean, cold, ignorant, and a plain asshole. Did I mention he doesn't even bother help the girls up? I mean seriously! He literally keeps walking! I've seen it with my own eyes!

"Causeee" she whines, "he never dated and never even had a girlfriend!"

With this personality who would want to date him? But I don't say that out loud.

"Maybe that's just in college Trish. I bet he just got bored of playing around with all the girls back in high school".

"I don't know but I think he's already rejected the whole campus by now" she frowns.

I open my mouth to talk but Trish interrupts me.

"Areny Woods!" she shouts flipping her hands in the air , " Former fucking Victoria secret model asked him to sleep with her at a party and he just shook his freaking head! That Zoe... is the night he got his famous nickname, the Ice Prince".

Thank god Mike was no Damon Carson. I mean sure he's hot too, but he's just a simple guy. Not some showoff arrogant Ice prince getting sex offers from Victoria Secret models.

"Does he even smile?" Trish asks me as if I knew the answer.

I shrug, "What do you like about him then?"

"I guess it's the challenge" Trish grins.

"Then win it" I laugh.

"I will" Trish laughs back.

It takes me a minute to absorb what Trish just said.

"Wait what?" I raise my eyebrows.

Was Trish crazy? (Yes she was) Was she insane? (Yes she was) Was she going to do what I think she was? (Yes she was).

And then she said the words I dreaded to hear...

"Tomorrow I'm going to ask Damon Carson out".

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What will happen?! Will Trish have the guts to ask Damon Carson / Birminton College's Ice prince out? And what will he say? Also will Zoe invite Mike over for some alone time? Stay in tune for Chapter 3! Vote, follow, and comment!