The Hookups of Hickyhook Hall [Wattpad Edition]

Chapter 8

Michael returned to his dorm room by barging in, immediately forgetting to knock first and then opening the door. Another reason to get a new roommate.

Brenna rolled her eyes while Mercy Gardine sat beside her on Brenna's bed. "I thought you were supposed to knock first?"

Michael sighed. "Yeah, well, you don't have to knock first."

"We already agreed to this."

Mercy looked at Brenna while brushing her curls and yanking the red strands from the brush. She tossed the strands into the trashcan snugged between her pale legs. "Brenna, I think you should get a new roommate. You're both so incompatible."

Brenna gave her a nod and looked back at Michael. "So I was thinking about that and decided maybe it was best if we look for others to live with."

Michael scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Well, more like you look for someone else in another room because I was technically here first."

Mercy nodded with twisted lips as if feeling pity. "She was, actually."

Michael stared at Brenna for a few seconds, and he gave her a headshake. "Whatever," he muttered.

Brenna grabbed the air freshener and sprayed. "See? I have to do this every time you're in this room."

Mercy nodded. "We can smell you every time. You just have this weird smell. It's, like, hard to explain."

Michael rolled his eyes. "I think you made your point already. If you didn't want to room with a guy, you could've, oh, you know, specified that."

Brenna shrugged. "Not all guys smell like you, though."

"Most do," Mercy added.

"Definitely, but not all."

"True."

Michael narrowed his eyes. "So what exactly do I smell like? I'm curious. I mean, I shower every day and use deodorant and cologne."

Brenna released a deep breath. "It's like...I don't know...sex. You smell like sex. Or at least this room does. Like some kind of dirty science lab or something. I don't know, but it's nauseating."

Mercy lowered her eyebrows at Michael's clothes hamper. "Maybe it's the clothes. His socks in particular, it seems."

Michael raised his hands midway in a surrendering gesture. "I give up. I can't. I just, I can't do this. I'll be out of your hair soon enough."

"Oh," Brenna said. "Okay. Thanks." Her most polite tone since they'd moved in together.

Michael began gathering his things, ready to move back home fulltime if he had to. Where else could he go? Dorm life suddenly didn't prove to be as exciting and adventurous as he'd initially anticipated. Jenner had lucked out with who seemed to be a great roommate. If only.

Mercy set aside her brush and the trashcan, and she got up from the bed. She stepped closer to Michael with a gentle pat on his shoulder that made him flinch in surprise. "Look. I know this is inconvenient, but it's for the best. It just wasn't working out for you two. We're really not trying to be mean or stage some anti-dude crap here. I hope you understand it's nothing personal."

Michael didn't say anything. Instead, he needed a breath of fresh air. He could finish packing when he'd get back. He stormed out of the room and marched down the hallway of the convenient first floor. He wasn't sure if he'd remain on the first floor with a new change. He stopped at the front desk and sported his most desperate face at the clerk, remembering that each resident was only allowed one room change per semester to avoid abusing the system. Thankfully, he was still within the grace period to make his request.

He blew a big breath. "I need a new room. My roommate's requesting a new roommate because we can't get along at all and I really don't want to have to go back home to my parents. Can you help me, please?"

Someone cleared his throat from behind. "I could use a roommate myself if you don't mind that I'm gay." It was a soft voice but with great depth.

Michael turned around and cast his gaze on one of the most gorgeous redheaded men he'd met: tall, muscularly lean, and the brightest of green eyes. Michael's cock twitched, but he remained calm with a reserved smile. At this rate, he'd even room with a Jehovah's Witness, as long as he could have a life. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

And after taking another hard look at the guy, Michael definitely couldn't complain. And gay? Damn, maybe they could get to know each other.

In the bedroom, of course.