Roommates

part 23

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"woah"

i open my eyes slowly and see sophia standing by the end of the bed, she covers her mouth when she notices me looking at her

i furrow my brows and sit up but am quickly pulled down my joeys arm wrapped around me, fuck

i turn to look at him, his head in the pillows, the blanket barely on him showing his body. his grip around me is hard to get out of, he's holding me as if i'm the last toy in a toy store

"did you guys?" sophia smiles, pointing at joey then at me

"no" i shake my head

she crosses her arms and raises her brow, "really?" she grins

"we didn't sophia!" i whisper

joey starts groaning and his arm gets pulled off from me, he rubs his eyes and looks at sophia then at me, he furrows his brows and sits up on the bed

"why am i in here... with you?" he looks at me

i open my mouth to say something but don't when my insecurities slap me in the face, with you?

what does that mean? does he regret sleeping in the same bed as me now? this was a mistake, i shouldn't have opened the door for him last night. how can he forget? he was drunk fuck i forgot

but a little of me was wishing he didn't forget, the conversation we had last night replays through my head making me wonder if he regrets it, he probably doesn't even remember

he called me beautiful and now he's suddenly disgusted by me?

"yeah... with me" i answer him back after a minute

"well i'm going to class" sophia grabs her bag off the floor and runs out the dorm

joey gets off the bed and grabs his shirt off the floor and pulls it over his head

he looks at me and i look away, why do i have to be so sensitive at times? why do i feel this way

i would never care if someone had a opinion on me let alone a boy! but he's taking control over me and i can't help but feel so attached to him

this isn't good for me, i can't think about him, i regret letting him sleep in the same bed as me now.

he walks into the bathroom and i take this as a chance to get dressed and leave to class, i brush my hair and try to figure out how to wash my face and brush my teeth. i don't want to see him again, i just want to leave him right now

i change out my pjs and into a shirt and jeans before he comes out, i put on some perfume and some lotion on my arms

i grab my bag from the table and wait by the door for him to get out the bathroom, after what felt like a life time he comes out.

the top of his hair a bit wet which makes me assume that he washed his face in there and probably brushed his teeth considering the tooth brush i've never seen in there

we look in each other's eyes for a second before i pull away, hoping he doesn't see how i'm feeling

"well, bye" he says, walking out the room. leaving me here wondering how everything went so wrong

i walk into the bathroom and begin brushing my teeth, i stare at myself in the mirror, looking in my eyes.

something my mom would always tell me is that someone's eyes can tell a lot about a person, you can see everything in there eyes, my mother told me mine were easy to tell. i look in the mirror a little deeper and try to look through my eyes but i see nothing, just a reflection