He Is My Roommate

Chapter 15: An Unwanted Guest

"Quick hide!", I whisper yell.

"What about my stuff smart ass?", Damon points his spoon to his bed.

Piles of clothes lay on his bed along with a pack of cigarettes and an electric razor.

"Unless you secretly shave and wear boxers?", he raises an eyebrow.

"How can you be joking at a time like this!!", I hiss through gritted teeth.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey Zoe! What's the hold up are you still asleep?", Trish's curious voice sounds again from behind the door.

I glance at the door anxiously then back at Damon who had already gotten up and was stuffing his clothes into a nearby drawer.

"Hurry hurry!", I flap my hands around nervously.

KNOCK KNOCK

Damon turns to face me, rolls his eyes, then bends back down stuffing the last remainings of his clothes into the drawer.

"Alriiight if you don't open up I'm coming innn~", Trish sings followed by the sound of rattling keys.

Oh - my - god Aunt Silvia gave her the house keeping keys!

My heart leaps with fear at every key dangling. I rush to Damon as soon as he shuts the drawer, and grab him by his arm.

He raises his eyebrows, "What are you-"

But before he could say anything, I drag him with me as fast as I could stopping right in front of the king sized wardrobe.

I was the only one afraid of being caught, and his calmness was starting to piss me off. The sound of keys continue to dangle and clink as I hear Trish curse trying to find the right one.

"No", Damon stops as I swing the wardrobe open.

"No no no", he closes his eyes shaking his head.

"Ugh!!!" I tug at his arm like a little girl, but he doesn't even budge.

He looks down at me desperately struggling to push him in.

"A bed and now a wardrobe?", he asks as I still tug at him hopelessly.

"What's next?! Squeezing me into the fridge?"

I breathe heavily, exhausted by his weight, my voice ragged and my heart pounding with fear. "Please you have to do this!" I clutch onto his arm staring up at him.

I hated pleading, I hated looking so helpless in front of him. But I did not want to lose Trish. She was my only best friend, my only hope and happiness in life. If I had already lost Mike, Trish was someone I definitely could not lose as well.

"She's really important to me", I breathe, " I can't lose her. If she sees you here...everyone will know and I can't deal with this."

For the first time ever, Damon's expression fell serious. As if he really understood the situation. He nods back at me knowingly and gently.

"Found it!", Trish chirps.

I swing my head to the door as the lock begins to unclick. It was too late...My life was over...

"Fine"

I spin back to Damon widening my eyes.

"But you're coming in with me",he demands.

"What!?" I shriek, "Wai-"

But my voice trails off as Damon hops into the wardrobe grabs me by my arm and yanks me in. I stumble into the dark space stepping onto piles of shoes and almost tripping over his foot, just as he closes the doors leaving a little light coming in from the small opening.