Hey Roomie

Chapter 4

"What are you doing?" I asked feverishly. I felt my eyes dart around, looking for an answer. When no answer came, I began to feel my face grow redder and redder, realizing what had happened.

"Taking picture of course! We have to document this moment! Even though it won't be the last..." Chase smirked.

"I can tell you it most certainly will be the last."

"Sure about that, sweetheart?" Emerson piped up. My hand itched, but I fought the urge to leave a red handprint on his face. I settled for clenching my teeth and trying to look menacing.  All I got were a couple snickers, and  I felt my face heat up again.

"You know what, I don't have time for this. I have classes." I snapped, irritated.

"So soon, sweetie-pie?" Felix mocked, smug.

I strutted away, holding middle fingers up over my head as I did so. Some wolf-whistles and laughter was heard behind me, accompanied by a couple "OH's." I went to my rom nd closed the door behind me, being sure to lock it. I found a nice pair of jeans, some boots, and a flattering top. I changed into those and quickly did my hair and makeup, getting harassed through the door the whole time. I opened my door cautiously, wielding a textbook threateningly.

"Think that's gonna do much?" Emerson taunted, flexing his arms and smirking down at me. I was suddenly self-conscious of my height.

"Fuck off." I snarled, throwing my bag over my shoulder and pushing through the crowd of boys. They smelt like the Abercrombie store, on steroids. They all held their hand sup in mock defense, smirking as I brushed past. I felt like I was walking through a tunnel of stupidity and fuckery. I wished I had something invaluable to throw at them.

I descended the steps of the apartment complex and reached my car. It chirped as I unlocked it and I piled my things in, then loaded myself into the drivers seat. About to start the car, I face palmed. I realized I hadn't unlocked my car. My keys weren't even in my bag. After panicked searching, I heard some muffled laughs from above. I slowly shifted my gaze upward to find the guys, all crowded by the window, giggling like schoolgirls.

"Fucking damnit!" I shouted. This launched them into more hysterics, and I knew I had to go up after my keys. I suddenly noticed a mother with her young daughter glaring, and I waved awkwardly. This only made the guys laugh harder. "Fuckheads fucking cocksuckers." I mumbled, careful to be more quiet. I jumped out of my car and stood below the window, watching them open it smugly.

"Needing something, love?" Emerson cackled. He brandished my keys like a secret weapon, knowing he could actually win this battle.

"Throw them down." I commanded.

"Let's make a deal."

"Let's not.

"Yes."

"Fuck off."

"Guess you're not getting your keys then, love." I shuddered at the pet name again, knowing I was beat. "Can I at least state my offer?"

"Fine. What could you possibly want?" I hollered, trying to sound threatening.

"If you really want your keys that bad, then come here and give me a kiss."

"No."

"Ok, good talk. See ya in the parking lot later, since you won't be going anywhere anytime soon."

Then I realized: my dorm keys were on the same key ring as my car keys, which were clutched in the hand of Emerson. The guys had since left the window, waiting for me to call them back. I got back into my car and sat, with my door open, contemplating. I reached for my phone, grabbing air.

"Fucks sake!" I exclaimed, knowing I was doomed. I leaned back against my seat and let my head roll sideways, full of dread. I tried to conjure up any way out of this situation, coming up with nothing. The walk to class would be double the time I had to get there, so that was out. I slowly exited my car, slamming the door in frustration. I briskly walked back up the stairs of the building, pissed. I hesitate d in front of the door, my hand suspended in air. I rapped on the door harshly, and I opened almost instantly. I strode in and stood into the middle of the room, spinning on my heel and crossing my arms. Some of the boys were draped on the couch, but Emerson, was stood smugly in front of me, waiting. His lips pursed and he smirked, almost making me vomit.

"Well?" he said. I shrugged and the wheels turned in my head as I formed a plan. I slowly walked toward him, and he figured he had won. This would have to be a quick maneuver. I stopped, a foot between us, and he smirked more. I glance sideways and smirked as well, noticing all the guys watching expectantly. I knew he wouldn't move toward me. It wouldn't be as much fun if he made any effort, it had to be all from me or there was no gain. I glanced at his eyes, then his lips, bit my onw, then looked back at his eyes. I leaned forward, pursing my lips, and I watched his eyes close. I kept mine open, eyeing his hand holding the key loosely. I kept leaning, but slowly, and his lips pursed expectantly. I inched my hand toward my key, barely grasping the key chain dangling from it. In one quick movement, I yanked the key from his hand and slapped him with the other. He caught on a bit too quickly, and made a grab for the back of my neck, but I ducked out and he only caught the space where I had previously had been. I walked backward, wiggling my fingers in a mock wave farewell and smirked, triumphant. I then spun on my heel, grabbed my phone from the table by the door, and shut the door behind me. I walked back down to my car and started it. Closing my door, I giggled, remembering how there was a definite handprint on his right cheek. I pulled from the parking lot as the guys stormed out of the building, expecting to stop me. I waved and turned it into flip off, turned my music up loud, and sped away.

Classes were boring, but not as boring as they would have been if I couldn't have felt my hand connect with his face. Most of my professors had to ask me to quiet down, as my laughing had been disruptive to the class.

I drove through Wendy's on the way home, grabbing a bit to eat. Upon entering the apartment, silence greeted me. Just as one of the guys was about to say something, I put a finger up to my lips, hushing them, and smirked. I changed into my pj's after a quick shower, cautious as usual, and crashed on my bed, exhausted.

.....

"Laaaarisaaaa." I heard. I sat straight up, looking frantically around my room, terrified. I heard the chanting again, this time closer to my ear. Then I heard it again, right next to me. I screamed. Loud. Then I bolted out of my room, running for the door, when two arms grabbed my waist harshly. A bloodcurdling scream sounded through the apartment.