Roommates: Taming The Trouble Maker

Time to turn the Tables

"Will you stop making that stupid ass face! This is fucking serious! I am being forcibly pursued by a roommate, who is a sexual deviant!"

Quishi continued to make his tea with the same idiotic, and particularly vexing face. His lips were pursed in mild amusement and his eyes half hooded and squinty as if he could look through me if he stared hard enough.

The tinkling of the spoon as he stirred his tea was beginning to grate on my nerves and he continued to just let his eyes do the talking.

"Why the fuck are you still stirring your damn tea! It could not possibly need anymore mixing! Put the fucking spoon down and help me you ass!"

I watched with frayed nerves and a hot temper as my best friend slowly picked up his cup and took an irritating sip. He slurped it intentionally then rolled the liquid around his mouth before swallowing and letting out a pleasant sigh of satisfaction.

I was livid. I had reached my limit with this fucking game Quishi wanted to play. Slamming my hand down on the table I stood up and hovered over him.

"YOU ARE NOT A FUCKING WINE TASTING! PUT. THE. CUP. DOWN!"

Quishi placed the cup on the saucer and leaned back crossing his legs.

"What's the problem?"

Did this simple-minded fuck just ask me what the problem was? I have been here for almost an hour explaining the situation to him and now he wants to pretend like he doesn't know!

"What actual fuck are you saying right now? What do you mean what's the problem?! My roommate is a sexual predator and pervert and he is trying to recruit me in his evil ways. You are my friend you are supposed to support me!"

Quishi let his jaw fall slack before laughing in my face. I should slap his lips off his face for the insult. My best friend laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks and his face flushed red from the effort.

"Are you done? No? Well, go ahead and finish having a laugh at my expense. It's not like your closest friend is having a life crisis."

I turned to leave when I felt him grab my shoulder. He was still struggling to control his mirth.

"I am sorry for laughing, but I fail to see how he is forcing you to do anything. You just said you begged him to fuck you on several occasions. Maybe he was coerced by your incessant whining and pleading. You would be the sexual deviant then playing on his kind feelings, forcing his hand by manipulating his emotions."

If I had a weapon I would have killed my now ex-best friend for that bullshit. As luck would have it, I didn't so I settled on throwing his hand off me and slapping him the back of the head.

"What fucking nonsense are you spewing now!?"

Quishi ducked and rubbed his head and darted across to put some distance between him and his violent little friend.

"Oh, calm down I just teasing you. I simply mean you are just as responsible for what is happening between you two as Qing. You could always adamantly say no, but you don't so whose fault is then. From what I understand you seem incapable of refusing the man."

I could not believe the fuckery spewing from Quishi's mouth. I didn't even have a response to that ignorance so I just turned to leave. My hand had just touched the doorknob when Quishi finally said something of use.

"Why not turn the tables on him?"

I froze with my hand on the handle.

"Turn the tables?"