"Yeah, okay I just arrived it's great mom, I love you to!" We hang up and I sigh staring back at my roommate who did the same.
"You're gay aren't you?" He asked suddenly causing me to blush. Sure he was hot as hell but no hi or hello? "And let me guess, you have an issue?" I say back standing up for myself.
"No, just wanting to know. I don't do sex in here so take it to his, no jerking either if you do clean the mess up. No gay porn either and I keep my room tidy beer is fine since I'm old enough you can have it and I'll buy. Never use my toothbrush, toothpaste is on free range." That's all he said before leaving.
What a jerk.
I definitely didn't know how I could spend college with him. He had at least a million tattoos, pshhh I didn't find it attractive at all! Okay complete lie, he was hot. But in no way subtle and undoubtedly OCD.
But at the moment I unpacked and moved in. I realized the room was fairly large with a kitchen and whole bathroom. Usually lucky if you got one, there was a TV and a chair. Holy crap was this all worth it. As soon I was done placing all my photos on my side of the room I got out my comforter and pillows plus my computer and did what anyone would, I logged into the WiFi and got on Netflix. I watched Supernatural for a good three hours before I heard the banging.
Maybe he left his keys, wait what was his name even. "Dude open up!" I got up sluggishly and opened the door before a bunch of drunk asses piled in and took over. I went to my bed and plugged my ear buds in finishing my episode.
They just sat there smoking pot and randomly talking. I didn't see him the door opened up and he was eagerly welcomed into his own dorm. I made my best of focusing on Dean and Sam rather the obnoxious build up of smoke.
When I got through season two I was tired and put my laptop away. They were still here though so I really couldn't do anything except his under the covers and will myself to sleep. "Hey, he's asleep." One of them said.
"So?"
"So, he's cute." I blush deeply.
"Uh huh, and...?"
"Well if you don't want him I'll-"
"Whoa whoa Miles, he surely isn't your type scrawny, mommy lover, and can sit on his computer all night. Not to mention that horrid hair, pink. I mean come on he's just begging for attention." That stung.
I muted out their conversation as much as I could and silently cried by myself.
My first day, and I knew there was no way I'd make it.
•••
"Turn that shit the fuck down!" The yell woke me up along with the alarm. I had forgotten to turn it off, figuring I didn't need it. But when I woke up the sickening fueling my stomach was there.
I ran out of bed and to the toilet vomiting my crummy dinner. I held onto the rim choking slightly at the end. Tears streamed down my face as I flushed my toxins down the drain. I watched swirl before getting up and washing my hands, it was dark so he couldn't see me cry. No reason for him to think lesser than me.
"Hey, you alright?" He had gotten up and was now standing directly in front of me. "Yeah, just uh ate a bit too much." I replied backing up from him.
"Sure an apple at eleven was too much." He held my upper arm stopping me from clinging to my bed. "If you want, I have faster WiFi then the university." I shrugged from his hold finding it ridiculous. I clung to my pillow searching for my comfort.
First chap! How I do?? Good I hope love y'all. Comment on my writing- need forceful criticism!
