My Roommate Is A Greek God (ON HOLD)

4| My Roommate Is A Rebound

4| My Roommate Is A Rebound

dedicated to @hepburnettes because she's literally one of my favorite authors on wattpad. Her books Hands on Dec(lan) and Breakup Formula, are utterly genius.

Everything happened so fast.

"What the fuck?" The words came pouring out of my mouth as I quickly turned around, "Oh my God, Oh my God, OhmyGod.." I kept repeating those words without even fully registering what my eyes had just saw. I couldn't hear Matt calling my name or the girl asking who I was. My feet were already moving for the door. After ten seconds being prone to confusion, the anger finally sunk in.

I turned around just as Matt walked outside of the room, the thick bed sheet wrapped around his torso. "You asshole, what is wrong with you?"

He was blocking the doorway, ruining my chances of getting a good look at the home wrecker. "Wait, Sol just let me-"

"Explain? You can't explain the obvious, Matt." I looked him dead in the eye, hurt coating my face whereas he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Uh, who is that, Matthew?" I heard the mistress call from the bedroom, hearing her voice just made me see red. Matt held me back as I wanted to her revenge on the girl. She shouldn't be here.

"Don't touch me." I shoved me off of me but I didn't enter the room. Once I got a good look of her, I recognized her--I shared psychology with her, I noticed that I really shouldn't get mad at her. Despite all of the feelings, the self consciousness and decrease in self esteem because why did he pick her over me, I realized she was just as surprised as I was.

Matt was the one behind all of this, although I don't think I'll ever like this girl, I can relate to her in this situation. With all my might, which can be a lot, I raised my hand and struck Matt across the face. Without another word, I was out of that apartment and Matt's life.

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I haven't really been to much bars and I barely get intoxicated, but I figured today was an absolute exception. I walked towards "Amethyst," the closest bar I could find. I took a seat at the bar itself and kept my head down, thinking of the events that just happened a few hours ago. I heard more people come in the bar as the door made a clicking sound.

I looked at the menu that was already placed in front of my seat before I got there. I looked through the drinks, most of them were fruity, and decided I wanted something strong, something get my mind off of this.

"Excuse me," I began and looked up at the bar tender. After a quick and short realization, "Shit." I cursed to myself. Things couldn't get any worse couldn't it?

"Oh well look who dropped in," Sasha leaned on the counter directly in front of my, his face supported on his hands which was held up with his elbows on the counter. I closed my eyes.

"I don't have time for this," I said and got up straight out of my face, and got ready to leave.

"Hey," he called out and grabbed my arm, "don't leave because of me, you came here for your own business--don't stop at me." His face wears a mischievous smile which made my stomach flip and my eyes roll. With a grunt, I sat back down because he was right, I came here for my own business.

"So what will it be?"

"Anything strong."

"You can't handle strong."

"Yes I can." I deadpanned.

"Vodka it is."

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