He Is My Roommate

Chapter 7: The Weekend

I slam the door shut and close my eyes hoping this was all some sort off bad dream. Hoping the fire, Damon, everything that had happened this morning was just a nightmare.

"You say I'm shallow but you're pretty rude huh?" his muffled voice from behind the door snaps me back to reality.

"I don't want an ignorant show off sleeping in my room!" I snap back - but my heart was beating out of my chest right now.

"I thought you said I was good-looking, didn't really hear anything else", he remarks.

"I am not letting you in", I glare at the door angrily.

The most popular good-looking hard to get ice-cold insensitive heartthrob in college was my roommate!

"Okay then see you" I hear him mumble back.

Wait. That's it? He's gone?

I wait for a few seconds astonished that he had given up so easily and carefully lean my ear on the door.

After making sure there was no noise whatsoever on the other side I curiously creek it open hoping to sneak a peek but regret it immediately.

Peeking through the opening like a little girl playing hide and seek.

BAM

A foot stops me from closing the door.

"Hey!" I shriek.

Damon pushes the door open with one hand and casually barges in with his bags and luggage over his broad shoulders.

"You can't just!" I narrow my eyes at him from behind my glasses.

But he's already unpacking like this was his home.

"Are you listening!?"

That jerk ignores me again and flops down on the new bed.

"I can't live with you!" I repeat myself trying to make it clear that sleeping in the same room with this guy was impossible!!

Unzipping his bags on the bed Damon starts folding some I-shirts and jeans in neat squares on his lap. I pinch myself for staring at his long lashes and disheveled black hair.  I mean how can someone look so hot early in the morning without even trying?

Seeing as he wasn't going to answer me anytime soon I gave up and stomped over to the kitchen counter sighing dramatically.

"Do you at least want something to eat?" I mutter.

I grab a cereal box from the cupboard and rip it open pouring some into two bowls. That little! He still didn't answer me!

I turn around to face him , ready to teach him some manners, ready to kick him out,  but my eyes widen with shock and my mouth gawks open.

I drop the cereal box.

Damon Carson was taking his fucking shirt off in my room.

"What are you doing!" I squeal panicking behind the counter.

His shirt was already half way up his lean back when he twisted his head and glanced over at me from his shoulder.

His green eyes bore into mine and he answered me as if it was obvious.

"Uh...Taking my shirt off?"

"Y...you can't just act like this is your home!" I stammer trying to keep my eyes fixed on his face, but they kept roaming down to his bare back.

"Yeah sure", he ignores me pulling it further over his head .

Even with all my resentment towards him I couldn't peel my eyes off of him. His back muscles flexed with his arms as his AC/DC shirt rode up over his neck. He's been here for five minutes, and has already sent my stomach into a double handspring, AND made me drop my breakfast.