My Roommate

Chapter 3

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Evan's POV—

"Evan!" I gasp as I roll over and fall out of my bed, landing directly on my back, groaning as my body starts aching.

I look over next to me and trail my eyes up a pair of smooth legs covered with bright white knee socks. Smooth legs followed by the slightest sight of something light blue, making me flinch and seconds later, earning a kick to my side.

"Idiot. My eyes are up here," Ashley's demanding voice fills the air.

Realization hits me like a knife and I immediately sit up and lean my back against the side of my bed as I look up at Ashley, pushing down the image I just saw of her panties.

As much as I may not like Ashley, she's still hot.

So you should be able to understand that just now, when I saw her panties, fuck the sight was kind of—

"You're taking me to school today," she deadpans as she crosses her arms, pulling me away from my thoughts.

"Yeah right. There's no way I'm doing that. Just get your boyfriend to do that," I tell her as I push the rest of the image I saw of her out of my head and get on up to stretch out my back.

Of all the things she could have done, why did she have to yell at me? It made me freak out and roll out of bed and fall directly on my back. That shit hurt. Also considering I fell directly on top of, I don't know, a pencil or something and it made it even worse.

"Andy's sick. And my mom just left to take Zack and Mathew to school. Roxy was getting ready to yank you out of bed anyway so I figured I'd just get you up since we share a room and all. Besides, you had this grin across your face that looked really creepy if you ask me so yeah," she tells me, making me groan.

Of course I had this grin across my face. I was having a really good dream and of course. Ashley just had to ruin it.

Great.

Fucking great.

I really can't escape her.

"Fine whatever. But next time, just nudge my shoulder or something instead of yelling at me. Then at least I won't have this horrible ache in my back," I complain as I make my way over towards the bathroom to get ready.

Several minutes later, I'm walking out fully dressed and gathering my things to get going. I'm just gonna grab a snack from the vending machines at school. I don't want to make Roxy late. And I guess even Ms. Perfect doesn't deserve to be late either.

"Jesus, look at you. You look like a hobo," Ashley complains as she follows me out of our room. I can only roll my eyes at her.

"Seriously Evan. Would it kill you to comb your hair in the morning? Also, your shirt's untucked and your pants are all wrinkled and-"

"Jesus Ashley. Why do you have to criticize every single little thing? I can take care of myself without you nagging about my lack of "properness." So what if my shirt is untucked and that I don't comb my hair cause god forbid. My hair doesn't need combing, it's too short for that." I roll my eyes again and jog down the stairs with Ashley following me.

The nerve of that girl.

Picking on the way I dress.

Does my hair really look that bad?

It's just a little shaggy because it's starting to grow out a bit. I haven't been getting it cut lately because I kind of thought that it would be nice to let it grow out a bit.