Under The Same Roof

6| Who are you?!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Come on! Just shoot the damn ball Reynaldo!" I shout at the top of my lungs as I was watching football. I crank up the volume a bit more because it's hard to hear over the sound of my fat ass chewing.

"Why did you pass it to him?! There are 2 defenders on him! Oh my god!" I never knew watching football can make me this frustrated.

"Hey bro, could you turn it down a bi-" Who is he? Why is there a half-naked man in my room? Can someone please tell me why a half-naked man just opened my door?

"Um, who are you?" He spoke up with a shocked expression.

"Who am I? Who are you? Where is my roommate?" I ask him back confusingly.

"Oh, are you my roommate's girlfriend? He never told me he was bringing a girl?" He asks me with a relieved voice.

"I'm confused. I'm the new roommate." I say while pointing at myself. "But, who are you?"

"I'm the owner of this apartment," he replies slowly, as he pointed at himself.

"What?!"

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"I'm gonna crush Jack into pieces! That little bitch told me this places was owned by a girl. I swear to god, when I get ahold of him I'm not going to hold back my anger. I can't believe he didn't make sure with your friend-" I stop mid-sentence and I take a deep inhale and exhale.

"Please find a new place to stay. I can't have a girl staying in my apartment," he said with a straight face.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. It's 2 am in the morning and you want me to move out?!"

"Do you want me to repeat what I said?"

"You think I'm going to find a place to stay?" This guy is unbelievable. I can't believe he's kicking me out. "I know this is your place by-"

He just gave me a 100 dollars and stood up and walked back to his room.

"Go to  hotel or something," He instructed, not even bothering to look back.

This guy really is unbelievable. It's not my fault that there was miscommunication. Ugh, seriously. This is even more frustrating that the football match.

I place my hands on my head and just sit there on the dining table. What am I supposed to do now? This is the best place that comes with an extremely cheap price.

I stomp to that jerk's room and start to knock really hard. He opens the door slightly, just enough that I can see his face.

"What do you want?" He asks with an annoyed face.

"I want a place to stay,"

"Well then, I can't help you." He harshly says as he was about to slam the door.

I quickly place my foot in between to try to stop the door.

"Ow shit! That fucking hurts!" I said as I curled up in a ball on the floor as I hold my foot. I was just groaning in pain on the floor.

"Ah, seriously." He closes the door again. Wow, what a jerk. I'm here dying and he's just going to leave me. It hurts so much, what was I thinking.

Surprisingly, the door bursts open again. But this time, he brought a first aid kit with him. Oh my god is he actually nice?

He rolls his eyes at me once he sees me curled in a ball on the floor.

Yeah, no. I'm taking that back. He's not nice at all.

"How do you expect me to help you when you're curled up in a ball?" He suddenly snarls at me. I sat straight up and pointed at where to hurts. I'm mad at him, so I tried to avoid his eyes.

"Seriously, why did you even try to stop the door with your foot?" He asks as he puts ointment on my scar.

"I've seen it in dramas so many times! And it looks so easy for them." I casually answer in an unbelievable tone, "I never knew it could hurt this much!" I tell him as I try to hold back the pain.

"Stupid girl. If you watched it so many times, then wouldn't you remember that they were probably wearing shoes? That's why it didn't hurt." He tells me with a snobby tone.

"Woah, okay Mr. Smarty Pants," I scoffed. "Since I'm now injured..." I said in a pleading voice. "Can I stay for just a week? I promise, a week is all I ask for."

"No." Is that all he's going to say, just a simple no. Not even an explanation. Wow. "I'll give you 2 days. 1 day if you keep annoying me." Well, it's better than nothing.

"Okay," I reply, obviously sounding dissatisfied.

"Where's my 100 dollars?" He puts his hand in front of me, ordering the 100 dollars back. I take it out of my pocket, and give him a small smirk. I start to run away from him.

"Hey! Give me back my money!" I hurriedly scurry back into my room and lock the door.