Once Upon A Friday Night

Part I | Chapter 6 ~ Party Foul

Lance Baker was my roommate?

Lance Baker. My roommate. How have I never heard a thing about this guy? Maybe because I don't care, but if he was such a big hot shot, why didn't I hear anything in the girl gossip or Cassidy's friends about him? Maybe I did, but I just forgot.

I'm bunking with the biggest jerk on campus, and nobody told me? Seriously? I could have changed my dorm.

"Hey, don't you even think about getting involved with him buster." Cassidy pointed at me. "I don't want to deal with any broken hearts right now."

"What? What are you talking about?" I huffed.

"Nothing." She shrugged.

I leaned back by instinct, but we just ended up staring at each other for an eternity.

She looked at the time, grinning as she jumped up.

"You're paying the check." She slapped down the receipt for both my shake, and her cream cheese butter croissant, Caesar salad, and chocolate mocha coffee, before headed off out the door.

"Hey!" I called after her, but quickly reared back once I had caught a few gazes my way.

A small silence fell as if I was expected to say something, but people just stared. My roommates eyes were on me, and he seemed equally as confused as his friends were. We locked eyes, and I broke. I smiled awkwardly, rising to head out quickly.

The group of boys shared a look, giving off a laugh before returning to their own conversation.

I'll kill her.

*****

On my way back to my dorm, I was tired and bothered by the day ahead. I had a practice exam in my English course, and I hadn't studied at all. Most days I don't have any classes on Saturdays, but this was a special one I guess. Friday has been crazy though, so I can't be too upset, and I'm sure it can't get any worse. I was surprised to find that my dorm was empty. Lance was nowhere to be found, and I was relieved for that.

I headed through the door fully to throw my stuff down to the foot of my bed, then sat down slowly. I still felt like the room was full of people, but it wasn't. I was tired.

I turned to pull the comforter of my bed back, before a voice startled me again.

"Spying on me at the cafe?"

Lance.

I let out a heaved groan of frustration at the tension in my shoulders. What was wrong with this guy?

"It's a public estate, and I'm allowed by law to enter it at any point in time. Whether you're there or not." I hissed.

"If you wanted an excuse to look at me, you could have stayed a little later this morning. I took a shower, I'm sure you would've been ecstatic."

Before my body could react ahead of my mind, I glared back at him.

"You think you're so pretty huh?" I scowled. "You're just like how everyone describes you. You might be tall and handsome, but you're by far the most unintelligent person on this planet." I closed my eyes.

"Hm, nice to know you think I'm tall and handsome." He shrugged with a grin, stepping out from the thin hallway to sit on his bed to pull on some black military laced boots that clashed with his white jeans, paired with a charcoal grey tank top. He pulled a black cap over his head, spinning it around backwards, then passed a hand through that perfect head of hair. Perfectly stupid head of hair.

"Why are you getting all gussied up?" I asked flatly.

"None of your business," He tied up the boots. "Besides, I thought you weren't interested." He smirked.