Addicted...

Chapter 5

The black haired, brown eyed hunk doesn't seem to notice me sitting in the bathtub. I slowly cover my exposed body parts with my wash cloth and arms and hope he leaves soon.

Trystan walks over to the toilet and undo his jeans' button and pull down his zip. He removes his pants and start taking a pee.

I know I shouldn't look, but I can't look away. To say he is gifted is an understatement. I just couldn't believe he hasn't seen me yet. I'm not complaining though. But I know once he finds out I saw him pee, he'd demand to see something as well. And I'm sitting fully naked and exposed in the bathtub a few feet away from where he is standing.

He is out of his mind drunk, the strong smell of vodka and beer emanates from him. He flushes the toilet but loses his grip and falls over. He starts cursing at the floor and I'm trying so hard to keep my laugh from escaping.

Once he is sure the floor had enough of a scolding, he reach over to the sink to brush his teeth. I'm still silently laughing into my hand, because this is going to be so good.

"Extra minty fresh? This shit tastes like chillies." He squints at the tube of toothpaste.

I just have to contain my laugh a little while longer.

"Shit! It burns! You dumb fucking idiot, you knew she was going to get you back!" He screams at himself.

Trystan runs toward the kitchen and drinks milk straight from the carton. I left him a note on the box that says *remind me to get new milk, now that you drank straight from the carton,* using his own words against him.

I faintly hear Trystan laughing at the note. Now that he is occupied I silently get out of the bathtub because the water turned cold while I was watching my roommate.

I cover myself with my peach coloured towel and grab my clothes as well as the wine and glass before I dash out of the bathroom, down the corridor and into my room.

"What the fuck?" Trystan sees me running towards my room but he is just too late because I slam my door shut in his face.

That is one of the many problems I'll have to face in the morning, one of them being when he finds his clothes...

***

"So Princess... You put chillipaste in my toothpaste. Nice. I must say it's very original, but I didn't expect you to be in the bathtub, watching me!" Trystan drags out his words until I feel the bed dip on either side of me.

The asshole starts jumping on my bed with me trapped between his legs. He is taunting me, waiting for me to open my eyes. I lay with my eyes sealed shut and contemplate his murder.

Slow and painful torture or quickly stabbing him continuously?

I open my eyes longing for my sleep while trying to push him off the bed. My mind fully registers what is happening before me and I stop trying to push him off.

Oh shit!

He is butt naked in my room. Jumping on my bed while hovering his legs over me and what's worse is that I'm looking directly at "him"!

His mother made a skilled baby.

I try to press my pillow over his friend but he starts so pretend hump it. Oh fuck no. Hell to the no!  Why is this retard naked in the first place?

"I sleep naked, in case you were wondering."

"You could've at least put some underwear on!" I say with an on cue eyeroll.

"Where's the fun in that? You already saw Mr. Pleaser last night. Do you still want to go get fresh milk?"

"Yes, but why do you call your dick Mr. Pleaser?"

"Because it's a pleaser to please her. Now get your pretty little ass dressed!" Trystan exclaims in a rather female sounding voice imitation.

I can't contain my laughter at that. And I loose my shit when Trystan exit my room walking like a runway model and slapping his ass while lifting his left leg up. He sways his hip all the way to the door and turns around blowing a kiss my way...

Well that certainly wasn't gay at all!

I brush my teeth and I get dressed. I put on my black, ripped skinny jeans and my all black combat boots. I also put on a plain grey T-Shirt that accentuates my boobs. Finally I finish my look with my leather jacket and a red and black checkered flannel shirt tied around my waste.

I exit my room and walk up to Trystan when I realize we're wearing the same outfit. We stare at each other but we don't make a comment and Trystan clears his throat before we start walking towards his car.

"I bet I can get more items than you into a shopping cart in a minute, as well as our groceries. Loser pays for everything and has to strip into their underwear before we exit. We're wearing the same thing, it's unfair! You in Princess?"

I hover over the possibility of losing, but then again... I. Don't. Like. Losing!

Trystan smirks when he sees me deeply in thought about the challenge. I'm going to slap that smirk right off his face when I win. And there's no way I'm going to loose because like I said, he only wants to see me without clothes now that he knows I saw him take a pee. I'm not losing!

"Yeah, I'm in. But loser also sponsers two bottles of vodka." It's my turn to smirk.

Trystan quickly scribbles a shopping list on an old piece of paper. He tears the paper in half so that we both have an equal amount of items to get. We have to get the things on the list as well as other things to fill our carts in just a minute.

***

We walk into Walmart and go towards the cashier farthest from the doors.

"Excuse us Annamarí." Trystan reads the chashier's name from her name plate. "Do you perhaps have a watch with you? And can you make announcements from your till?

Trystan's honeylike brown eyes light up with mischief and I know, this ought to be fun...