roommates

01

sierra

"fuck!" i cursed loudly as the hair dye kit burned my finger as i tried my best to open it. standing behind one of my friends named michael, who asked me to dye his hair red, i struggled to open the hair dye. i glance at the doorway of cal's room, who comes walking out toward us in the kitchen.

"someone struggling?" cal grins and walks over to michael and i, michael completely unaware of the situation as he scrolls through twitter.

"don't make fun of me. you know what? who needs your help?" i glance at my boyfriend, jacob, who isn't paying attention and watching soccer on his phone.

"c'mon, bitch ass, you need my help." calum reaches for the hair dye, but i hold it above my head. "oh, that's cute." my cheeks flush red, and, mostly because i know how jacob will bring that comment up later. jacob turns around and watches calum step even closer to me, my face at the height of his neck and grab the hair dye, opening it. "here you go, shorty." he grins and hands it to me, to which i pour into the plastic bowl i had grabbed a few minutes ago. slapping a pair of latex gloves on, i begin to rub the hair dye into michael's hair.

a good forty-five minutes later, with hair dye all over my hands and somehow all over calum's shirt, along with the water that was used to wash his hair in the sink, all three of us are sitting on the sofa alongside jacob. calum dips his head and rubs his face on my shirt, getting water all over it. i shriek at the sudden wetness of my shirt and catch the angry glare of my boyfriend.

"sierra, c'mere." jacob stands from the sofa with a fake smile and reaches for my hand, in which i take. he leads me out to my bedroom and closes the door behind us.

"really, sierra?" his face is red and anger is evident in his flushed cheeks.
"jacob-" i'm cut off by his fist pounding against the wall. "jacob, what the hell?!"

"you think you can just flirt in front of my face, lauren? and with your roommate?" he walks closer to me, me taking a step backwards against the wall until his legs are on either side of me, his hands resting on the wall on both sides of my face.

"i wasn't, jacob, god, just chill out! jesus christ-" i'm cut off by jacob's large hand punching the wall, right next to my face. "did you just-" i turn my head and look at the whole in the wall next to my face.

"sierra, oh my god, i'm so sorry." he gets away from me, running a hand through his hair. "i think we just need some space." and with that, he walks out.

i shake my head and reach for the pack of cigarettes hidden under the mattress of my bed that jacob thinks i threw away last week. i'm not a daily smoker, only when i'm super pissed. and right is one of those moments. cigarette in hand, i walk out of my room and head for the balcony.

"sierra, hey!" luke, another one of mine and calum's friends hollers at me. he must of came in when i was in my room with jacob. i wave quickly, trying to keep a good face, but it fails. calum head pops up and looks at me as i walk away. i walk onto the balcony, closing the glass door behind me and light a cigarette. i lean against the edge of the balcony and take my first drag. i close my eyes and hear the door open and close, feeling a new presence in the area.

"you're not gonna jump, are you?" calum's deep voice causes me to smile lightly. he takes the pack of cigarettes off the chair i set them on and hold the cigarette out, waiting for me to light it for him. i do as he suggests and he takes his first drag. "you want a hug?" i shake my head. "oh. gonna get in trouble with jake."

"cal-"

"no, sorry, never mind. it's not my business." i nod in agreement, it is none of his business. "are you gonna come back inside?"

"in a little bit, go inside." i reply shortly, not wanting to talk very much. he walks up behind me and stands beside me, swinging his arm around me.

"in a little bit." i smile and turn my head to look at him and kiss his cheek. "thanks, shorty."