Roommates

Chapter 14

BEYONCÉ'S P.O.V

"Yep, that's me!" I shouted along with the television.

It was morning, and I was sitting in the living room in my pyjamas, reminiscing on the good old days. By that, I mean the days where Raven used to be an inspiration, before she, you know...

My stomach growled horrifyingly, causing my focus to shift to the thought of food, which wasn't hard. Pancakes for breakfast? Cereal? Eggs? Pizza? The possibilities are seriously endless. Oddly enough, I was in the mood for something healthy. I thought fruit would be the way to go, but I then remembered Jay never buys fruit. My mind soon drifted from food to Jay, which is extremely weird, considering food is usually my main priority.

Speaking of him, the man of the hour came strolling towards me, wearing a white wife-beater and black jeans - sagging, of course. Honestly, I was absolutely clueless as to what he would do when he reached me. How could he possibly handle the situation?

I know we've kissed before, but last night...last night, it felt like he was hungry for it. Hungry for me. I wouldn't go as far as saying I was scared of him, but I was definitely more apprehensive because I was now aware of the effect he had on me.

"Can we talk?" he asked, before picking up the remote and turning the TV off. I let out a small sigh and figured it would be best to deal with the issue as swiftly as possible. Whatever the hell happened last night will continue to loom in the air, I'm sure of that, but at least it will have been addressed.

"Let me guess. Are you going to try and act like you didn't kiss me?" I asked, straight off the bat. If he wanted to act like his usual, nonchalant self, I was prepared to put up a fight and let him know that we're dealing with something serious. It's not right for two people living together to kiss and get all cosy, when they're no more than friends, if that.

"No, I did and I'll take full responsibility for that." he replied, now taking a seat on the armchair adjacent to me. "I just wanted to let you know that I didn't mean for it to happen."

"So, pulling me towards you and practically devouring my neck was just an accident?" I retaliated.

"It wasn't an accident, I think we both know that, but it was a mistake. I want to try and get past it quickly. I'm cool with acting as if it never happened, if you are." he offered.

I sat and mused. I can't comprehend his aloof behaviour, especially when he was the one who seemed to be the most invested into what happened.

"Well, I'm not." I simply put.

He raised his eyebrows and leaned further into the chair. "You're not?"

"Nope. There's no point in trying to sweep it under the rug when it's play on my mind the way it is." I expressed.

"What do you want me to do about it?" he questioned. Naturally, I felt slightly patronised by his intimidating demeanour. I mean, it's hard not to when someone who's that domineering is challenging you.

"Tell me why you did it." I ordered.

He exhaled so heavily, I thought he was about to pass out. His eyes then shut for a moment, out of frustration, before opening to stare me down again.