The Football Player's Roommate

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*Please know that I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long. School and work have kept me extremely busy! Please remember that this isn't the last chapter! The additional chapters (bonus chapters, author's note, behind the scenes, & possible information on a sequel??) are up, so please don't cut your view of Themaya too short by deleting the story after & be sure to stick around! Especially for the epilogue! It will be a big chapter with all characters & Themaya)!

Amaya's POV:

It was like my feet had suddenly been glued to the floor, and my tongue had become a sheet of sandpaper. I stood there, with my mouth agape and refusing to look Theo in the eye. I couldn't look at him, or else I'd just start crying all over again. If I cried another time I'm sure my eyes would dry up like the desert. I was surprised I wasn't dehydrated yet from all the constant crying and wallowing.

I felt pathetic, and truth be told, I was so done with all this. It was Christmas. My Christmas, my favorite holiday out of them all and they had to come traipsing in like they owned the place?

No. I was tired of the Thompson family acting like they owned the world, and acting like nobody else's feelings mattered. All that mattered to them was money and power. They had absolutely no right to be here. I was over them and it was time for them to go.

Without removing my eyes from the hardwood of our living room, I cleared my throat and spoke. "It's time for you guys to go."

"Mya, could you please just hear me out?"

"No. Why should I? I'm done being the understanding and forgiving person all the time. I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of always being considerate to others, just for them to walk all over me." My eyes finally flickered up to Theo and I immediately regretted it.

I returned my eyes back to the ground and kept them there. He was now keeping his mouth zipped shut, but in his eyes I knew he was desperately wanting to talk again. But I didn't care. I was holding my ground.

In the few seconds I had seen him I noticed he was sporting a five-o'clock shadow across his pronounced jawline, proving that he hadn't taken the time to shave since the ball. There were dark circles from lack of sleep resting rudely beneath his eyes. Theo was in just about as bad shape as me, maybe even worse. It was so odd to see him looking anything less than his usual model-like self.

I almost felt bad for him. Key word being almost.

"So you can both leave. Now."

"No no. Nobody go anywhere. Mya, sweetie, can you help me grab the cookies from the kitchen?" My mom stood from the couch and gently wrapped her hand around my forearm, pulling me out of the room before I could say no.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked when she finally released me.

"Trying to help you. Amaya, sweetheart. I know you're hurting, but you told me he never truly broke up with you. You just heard it from rumors."

"Yeah, but he admitted to the whole thing being true. He was planning on dumping me either way!" I retorted, feeling like my mom was suddenly against me.

"Maybe, but what is also true is that you never heard him out. I know you don't want me saying this, but you two are so good together. He brings out this light in you that I hadn't seen in you since you were a child. Back when you were so carefree. Before you cared about GPAs and your college applications. And when he looks at you, he looks at you like you're the only one in the room. He sees only you, Amaya. He's a good boy, sweetie. I know he is, and I think you should at least give him a chance to be heard. I know you want nothing to do with him right now, but just give him a chance to tell his story." She looked into my eyes seriously, almost like she knew something I didn't.