the roommate; hemmings

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Orion
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"I think you've read into it too much."

I rolled my eyes and turned to Luke, "Of course I haven't."

"Orion, I-"

"It is the waxy texture of Twizzlers that you love, which led me to believe that you have a love for satirical sex."

"Yes, I understand your theory, but how the fuck did you get to that conclusion?"

"Waxy candy...wax...hot wax...hot wax drops on skin- thus, Fifty Shades of Hemmings."

"That is in no way true."

"Oh, whatever, Luke."

He nudged my side as we continued our walk to work, "Why are you so interested in my sex life, anyway?"

I scoffed and looked at him as a small, joking smile played on his lips, "Oh, please. I've no interest. Simply making conversation with a stubborn, boring man who seems to always have a stick up his ass."

He furrowed his brows, "Rude."

"To quote Ferris Bueller, you are so wound up, 'that if you stuck a lump of coal up your ass, in two weeks, you'd have a diamond'."

"I am not boring. Just stressed."

"There are ways to relieve that stress, you know?"

He chuckled, "Yup, I plan on doing that on Friday."

I cringed, "God, don't remind me."

"You don't like Lilah?"

I shrugged, "She just seems a bit shallow to me."

We entered the doors of the building and headed towards the elevator.

"Yeah, I know. But she's someone I think I would be able to have a special friendship in the office with, if you know what I mean."

I sighed, "You sound like such a fuck boy."

He pressed the button of the top floor once we stepped in, "Hey, I'm not gonna be a douche and lead her onto thinking it's going anywhere. And by our texts, I can tell that she's not looking for a relationship."

I shook my head, "Whatever, it's none of my business. We aren't friends."

I didn't want him to feel like he had to explain his private affairs to me. We were simply roommates.

"Oh."

Shit.

"I mean, you know, I just-"

"Whatever."

"No, it's just, I don't want to intrude or anything when we are just like, acquaintances."

I'm glad I cleared it up because his somewhat hurt face returned to his normal Resting Bitch Face.

"It's cool," we stopped at my desk and he winked at Lilah. "See you after work."

"See ya," I mumbled as he walked away.

Damn, gotta admit, boy has some ass.

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"What's up with you and Hercules?"

Becca choked on her lemonade and crinkled her brown eyes, "What?"

"She's talking about Ashton," Lilah chuckled. "He does look a bit like Hercules."

Becca shrugged but I saw the tinge of pink in her cheeks.