Falling for my roommate

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Charlotte, Jordan, Preston, Lucy, Dylan and Thomas all sat quietly, sipping on their beers and watching the sunset. The rest of them were still in the water, playing with each other. Charlotte had changed into denim shorts and an oversized hoody, with Lucy wearing the same.

The were gathered around a bonfire, all cozying up to each other.

Thomas looked at her wrists before looking away quickly. He seemed deep in thought before he grabbed her arm and held it up, "What happened to your wrists?"

"Nothing, now shut up," She ordered, hoping that he wouldn't cause a scene.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Who did that?" His voice was low and angry, making her feel more intimidated by him than ever.

Preston glanced at the two, realizing what they were talking about.

He was never the type of person to handle a woman like that, and he was going to make sure to leave her alone from then on, knowing that he made her feel scared.

Charlotte shrugged gently as his fingers brushed over them slowly, "Did Dylan do this to you?" His voice was a mere whisper, but somehow Dylan had still heard him.

"Fuck you Thomas! As if I'd do that to her," he snarled. His voice was nowhere near as quiet as Thomas's and soon everyone was staring at the two men arguing.

Thomas stood up angrily, Dylan matching his movements. They stared at each other heatedly for a moment, "I didn't say you hurt her, I just asked a question," Thomas grunted, his body language showed he was angry but his voice seemed uninterested.

The best friends stared at each other for a few minutes longer, everyone simply staring at them, waiting for a response, whilst Charlotte nervously bit her nails. Lucy rolled her eyes and grabbed the girls hands, stopping her from being able to chew on them any longer.

Thomas glanced down at her, and before anyone had time to react Dylan's fist came flying towards his face. The impact was loud and Thomas stumbled backwards before regaining his composure, his body going rigid. He grabbed Dylan's throat and ignored him scratching at his hands.

"I didn't fucking do anything you prick," he growled.

He let go of his throat and put his hand up to his now bleeding nose, wiping the blood away. Dylan coughed and wheezed as Charlotte stood up, her small frame shaking, even though it was warm.

She had not left a violent home to go to a violent environment. Dylan watched her go with annoyance, although the sound of footsteps following her attracted her attention.

"Are you okay?" Jordan asked quietly, gently grabbing her forearm. He glanced at the bruises on her wrist before looking back up at her eyes.

Chloe shook her head gently, "I hate fighting, I always have and I always will. I don't get why everyone has to be so damn violent."

He watched her, his eyes clouded with sadness, he knew how much she hated conflict, but apparently the rest of the boys hadn't gotten the memo. "Can I ask though, what actually happened to your wrists?"

She tensed up, the wheels in her mind going crazy. "My dad grabbed me when he had hit me, I guess the bruises took longer to show up."

Her lie was the first thing she could think of.

Jordan narrowed his eyes at her, "If you insist, how about we go sit down at the fire again, it's cold and I'm sure they're done their little spat."

Charlotte shrugged gently, although her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Jordan wrapped his arm around her waist and led her back to the group of boys, who were now sitting in silence, Thomas and Dylan sharing angry glares, sitting across from each other.