Roommate

Break Down

I finished putting the last handful of mousse in my dark brown curly hair. I backed away from my mirror and walked to my full body mirror. I was pleased with my appearance.

It's been two months ever since the first day I met Alec Holden. He's been such an asshole. I found out that all dorm rooms were co-ed so I had no choice but to stay with him.

Never have I ever cried. He's called me so many damn names, and he doesn't realize that every time he calls me a whore or a slut, it lowers my self-esteem. It makes me weak. But do I let it show? Nope. Growing up my dad would tell me all kinds of stories about our Samoan culture and how my great-grandfather was a high chief (no joke my great-grandfather was a high chief) that's Samoan royalty.

I come from a long line of warriors of men and women who never let their emotions show. But lately they're building up way too high for my liking.

I have to admit if he says something to me when I walk out of my room. I'm done. I won't be able to hold it all in anymore. Usually I would just roll my eyes and scoff. I don't think I can do that anymore.

I grab my cross bag and put it across my chest. I place my hand on the doorknob and take a deep breath before opening. I strut out with the face of confidence.

"Where do you think you're going?" Alec asks, setting his mug on the counter.

He's completely shirtless. Like damn. Put a shirt on. I mean I'm not complaining but put a damn shirt on.

"Out. I can't be in here for one more second or I'll go crazy. I'm going out with Erika." I say, with my arms crossed.

I met Erika Sanchez when school started. We have most classes together not including my performing arts program. Yeah. I sing.

"You're going out like that?" He says, looking me up and down.

I look down as to what I'm wearing. There's honestly nothing wrong with what I'm wearing.

"Like what? You act like you've never seen me wear my clothes." I throw back, tapping my foot on the floor.

I'm growing impatient. I'm supposed to meet Erika at Starbucks at 12:00 it's 11:48.

"You must love getting attention, don't you?" He questions, ending with a chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I say softly.

"You love getting attention from all of the guys. In these two months you've done nothing but probably open your legs for every single guy that walks past you. You always leave half dressed, why? I don't want everyone to know that my roommate is a complete whore." He says, and looks up at me with daggers.

I feel my blood boiling as I stare into his eyes. He smirks. I can't take it anymore.

My face softens. I give him a sad look as my dry eyes are now wet. I shake my head.

"Why do you hate me so much? I've tried so hard to get on your good side. I've been nothing but nice. And this is what I deserve?" My head drops and I slowly walk back to my room.

Before I close my door I turn around, tears already rolling down my cheeks. I'm not sure if I'm hallucinating. I think I saw hurt and guilt formed in his eyes.