Roommates

Roommates (9)

A/N - I uploaded earlier than I usually do. Hope you like this chapter.

No proofreading done!

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Chapter Eight

 

I realised that Lizzie was pointing at me. Whoa, hold on a minute, me? She nudged me; I glanced at Lizzie with the most murderous looking glare I could manage.

“So, is that true?” asked Gina, her eyes burning with jealousy.

I shifted uncomfortably and scanned Vincent; he looked as confused as I felt. Should I agree?

“Hello? Is it?” repeated Gina, waiting impatiently. 

“Um…” I mumbled.

“Yes! Of course it is!” interrupted Lizzie.

Gina fake smiled at Lizzie and looked over to Vincent and then me, “I want to hear for myself, thank you.”

I stared at Vincent, beckoning for help. He nodded towards me, with a pleading look in his eyes. Does that mean he agreed?

“Yes,” I croaked, I cleared my throat, “Yes,” I answered clearly, the sound of my voice ringing in my ears.

Just then I heard clapping and whistling from the back; Zack. He slapped Vincent by the back.

“Dude, when were you going to tell me? You finally got the chick!”

I looked at him confused, wait, he thought it was real? Or was he playing along? Why did Vincent want me to agree with being his girlfriend? Maybe it was true, maybe he did love me? Millions of questions swarmed through my head, causing it to ache.

“Oh…”

Gina looked me up and down and gave a disgusted look. I felt like breaking her perfect nose. Thank god I agreed to this, she was one hell of a bitch, and I’ve only met her for about five minutes. Not sure how Lia managed to be her friend, she seems like the total opposite of Gina.

“Dear me; argument already? Lizzie, I thought you said you were polite?” cut in Zack’s aunt. Cecilia, I think.

“Ma’am, I apologise but I didn’t like Gina hitting on my best friend’s boyfriend,” she smirked like an idiot, glory written all over her face

Sometimes, I don’t know what goes in her head; it’s full of little evil plans. I swear she is some kind of evil witch.

 “Well, I suppose you’re right, Gina, I suggest you apologise to Vincent’s girlfriend…” she raised her brow at me in question.

“Rosalie. Rosalie Harness,” I greeted, smiling at her. She sure looked and sounded nice, bit crazy, but nice.

She stared at Cecilia in disbelief, when she didn’t apologise, Cecilia turned towards Gina, and she changed her expression completely.

“Sorry,” she said, fake smiling.

Oh God, I didn’t even do anything and she already hated me? Talk about an over-reactive diva.

“Right, good, everything is settled, now let’s all go inside, I’m sure you’re all starving from your long trip.”  

Once everyone was done eating, I decided to help clean the dishes; which was a lot coming from me since I always argued with Vincent to do mine.