He Is My Roommate

Chapter 4: Heart Breaker

"His eyes were cold and green no one knew what he was thinking"

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Trish <3 : Meet me toilet 5th floor Browns building

My heart leaps at Trish's text buzzing into my lap.

"She finally answered!!" I shout.

Fuck.

"Miss Zoe would you like to share something with us?"

I look up at professor Hardwin and all of the students in the room turn around simultaneously to look at me.

"Ehem" professor Hardwin coughs, "as I was just discussing, can you tell me who was the Greek goddess responsible for conquering the North West continent?"

Professor Hardwin crosses his arms and glares at me like a hawk waiting for my answer.

The students continue to stare amused by the situation and I suddenly feel naked.

"Kanye West?" I blurt out.

The whole class erupts into laughter and I wince knowing my little " joke" was going to get me into trouble.

By now, professor Hardwin is the only person in this room not laughing back.

"Get out" he points to the door sternly.

I walk out of class face palming my forehead all the way outside. Really Zoe? Kanye West?!

Reaching Brown's, an old brick building just a few minutes away from where I had just finished my disastrous class, I send Trish a text message assuring her that I was on my way. Fanning myself with a book I fast walk in between students napping lazily under the large oak trees that surrounded our campus. Some perky girls sunbathed their legs and arms on the grassy field while others studied and tapped away on their laptops.

I enter the building skidding up some wooden stairs until I finally reached the fifth floor huffing and puffing. Inside the girl's toilet, some med students wearing lab coats were busy applying makeup and one of them was checking her ass out in the mirror. I squeeze my way in as they help themselves out , and once inside , I realize the toilet's empty.

Where's Trish?

I look around but Trish isn't anywhere to be seen. Maybe she got mixed up with the floor? Birminton has about four bathrooms in every building so that wouldn't be shocking. Sometimes I find myself questioning how a girl like me was lucky enough to even get into such an elite college. Thank you scholarship!

"Sniff sniff"

Wait was that sniffing?

I pause as I wait for the sound again.

After a few seconds I hear it again; the sound of a girl silently sniffing in one of the bathroom stalls.

"Sniff sniff"

Someone is definitely crying in there and my heart aches at the possibility of who it might be.

"Trish?!"

"Zoe?" she pauses "Is there someone else outside?" Trish's voice cracks  from behind the middle stall.

Hearing her trembling voice I clench my fists and knock on her door.

"You're crying! Open the door already its just me!"

After a few seconds of hesitation I hear the door click open and Trish slides herself out sobbing. Her eyes are red, and her mascara is trailing down her cheeks.