He Is My Roommate

Chapter 12: Golden Temptation

"Get out"

My voice is flat my eye is twitching and I haven't felt that pissed since high school. Junior year, back in Texas. The day I found out Mike had gotten into a relationship.

I remember lots of crying that day, boxes of chocolate, candy wrappers, tissue castles, and soap operas. And Trish standing by my side, helping me cope with the heartbreak. It was a really horrible time for me.

But now he was single and he was finally breaking the friendzone wall, he was finally looking at me in another way, at last everything was going perfectly and hope was shedding. Until that demon showed up.

Damon rolls out from under the bed and stands up. His black hair is messy and his gray AC/DC shirt is crumpled.

He scratches his stomach and stares at me blankly as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

"How could you do this to me!" I shout at him.

"Do what?" His eyes are half closed and his lazy posture pisses me off even more, "Scratch my stomach?"

"The whole fart noise!? The pinching my leg?" I flap my hands like an angry bird.

Damon's lips lift up into a smirk and he watches me tick at him as if he was enjoying himself.

"You sabotaged my date and- "

"Sabotaged what?" He interrupts me raising a dark eyebrow.

"The pinch was a little joke, but you almost broke my hand."

"Oh really now?" I choke out a fake laugh " So its my fault?!"

"Really." He rakes a hand through his messy hair making it stand up even more and I fume with smoke at how annoyingly good-looking he was.

"And the fart?" I demanded.

Damon's lips suddenly pout and he's trying his best not to burst out into laughter.

I tap my foot repeatedly narrowing my eyes at his -about to explode- fish face.

But he doesn't hold it in. Damon bursts into laughter clutching his stomach like a little school boy.

"Ah man you should've seen your face!" "you were all"

At his failure attempt to copy my "horrified" face I shoot him one last glare before turning around and walking towards my bed.

"I really like Mike" I pause, my back still turned towards him.

"So stay out of my way" I roughly swing the covers with my hand and tuck myself in.

"You can get girls with the snap of your fingers, but I've been wanting this guy for years" "life doesn't come easy for everyone like you."

Flopping my head onto the pillow and facing the wall, I wait for him to tease me or say something in return. But he doesn't reply. Instead I hear him shuffle with the covers , get into bed , and click the lights off.
______________

"Ah noway!!" I shout through the phone.

Its 6:00 am in the morning and mom had promised to call me as soon as she woke up. We were talking about her new job as a journalist. She was finally employed and deemed herself as a responsible independant woman.

I sit up in bed blabbering loudly with her about everything. One conversation leading to the other. Food, new recipes, dorm life, my grades, her job, Texas, Toby, dad's new mustache.

I raise my voice on purpose stealing quick glances at Damon's bed.

"Dad got a mustache?!"

I snort