Roommates

Chapter {5} - To Believe in Me.

Check this image of Dylan.

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Leaving from school and going to the guitar school was the happiest time I know. But now it's ruined. I used to be there without anybody that I know, without anything that reminded me of my life. It was like I throw my life behind me and get in the class. But now , I can't throw him behind me, I can't throw Dylan. He crashed my guitar class, my dream even my foyer room.

And I didn't know why I get mad this morning. I shouldn't get mad and angry. I get mad at him!

Why?

I don't know. And I hate him for that. I just hate him and can't handle his presence.

My eyes landed on the door opening and Dylan getting in. He looked mad, a frown on his face. He didn't look at me not even a single glance. He just came and sat on his seat in silence.

What's wrong with him? Why is he mad now?

I was angry but I didn't know why and I thought that he wouldn't be angry at all.

All the day, he didn't talk to me or even land his eyes on me for even a second; he acted like I didn't exist. Why?

Why am I so sad about it? Isn't this what I wanted? I hate him and yet I'm thinking about why he isn't talking to me. It is for my best.

And what I did next was surprising me; I didn't thought I have such courage for that.

Since I was the one who's next to the window, I took his papers nota and threw them.

Revenge it is.

He glared at me with wide eyes not believing what I just did. I wanna admit I felt guilty but I want revenge, for stealing my dream this is what he will get.

"What did you fucking do?" if we were in a cartoon film, fire should be coming out from his ears.

"Um, threw something." God please, I shouldn't do that.

"You're the stupidest girl I've ever met! Why did you do that?" he said in a harsh voice.

"Ha ha, I'm not more stupid than your girls!" what? From where I said that!

What was wrong with me!?

"Oh! Believe me you are." he chuckled, but not a chuckle that's good, no, he was so mad now. "And tell me now! Why did you do that?"

"Because I hate you!" I stated angrily.

"Same here." he replied and stood up and walked out the class.

I leaned my head on my palms. Why he was so mad before? Why he is now? Maybe I shouldn't do that! Maybe I shouldn't even think about revenge. It's not his fault that the teacher chose him instead of me.

But I still hate him.

He came back holding the papers in his hand, they were so dirty.

The class ended and he quickly rushed out of here. I've made a mistake.

But isn't that what I wanted? Didn't I want to make him mad? Why am I sad when he isn't mad now?

It doesn't make sense.

I got out and clambered onto the car ready to go to the room.

Once I arrived, he wasn't there. I pulled out my guitar and walked to the balcony so I can feel a little happier.

I began playing make it rain, to Ed Sheeran. Whenever I play Ed Sheeran's song I feel so relaxed and it's like I go to another land.

I glared at the view and let my mind run away and fly.