My Hot Roommates [mxm+]

ʚɞ˚CHAPTER 7˚ʚɞ

FINN'S POV

"We'll be having a workshop this Friday, so be sure to have your writing pieces ready. We're gonna be focusing on action-context moments, how much action a story should have, how to make the action natural and smooth, as well as the amount of talking the narrator does and the amount of context given. Be prepared"—The professor shot me a look—"Class dismissed. Finn, I'd like to have a word with you."

I pouted as my classmates began heading out of the big room. I like Professor Honghui a lot. He's an old Chinese man in his early 60s with black hair and wrinkled tan-yellow skin. Unlike other professors, he cared about his students and made sure they were doing well.

Actually, that may be an overstatement. He really only cares about the ones who have potential and/or talent. Not that I mind - seeing as it means he thinks I'm going to achieve something in life - but I feel bad for the students lagging behind the class.

Once everyone was out of the room, Professor Honghui slowly made his way to the back of the room, where the seats were. He stood in front of me and raised a brow, looking quite unimpressed.

"Mr. Brooks," he stated. I stayed quiet.

"I do not know what you are going through, nor do I care, however. You are a good student. Seeing you come to class unprepared is shocking and very disappointing. I expect a lot from you, Finn. You know this." He paused to think. "I...usually do not care for excuses, however I know you aren't the type of person to come to class unprepared without an actual reason. Care to share?"

I nodded my head quickly. "I, uh, I had some issues with my housing. I know it was a semester break and I should've used that time very wisely but I was busy looking for a place to live, a job, and some roommates," I rushed out. "I'm fine now—I was able to find a place to live and some roommates. I'm still looking for a job, though, and—"

Professor Honghui cut me off. "Okay, so the hard parts are over, correct?"

I nodded my head.

"And therefore you will no longer be unprepared when coming to my class?"

Again, I nodded my head.

"Alright," he gruffly replied. "This Friday be prepared. I will be using one of your works to demonstrate to the class to be sure to bring more than one writing piece. Understood?"

For the third time, I nodded my head.

He did a nodding motion then turned around and began walking to his desk. "You may leave now. And remember, Finn, it's not the end of the world until it's the end of the world."

Then I left.

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Pain flooded my arm once it got in contact with the floor. I groaned, squeezing my eyes closed. "Fuck you!" I yelled at Drake who was seated on the couch comfortably, laying his feet down and taking up all the space.

Drake bursted out laughing. "I told you to get off the couch, didn't I?" he taunted.

I ignored his comment and began rubbing my arm with a pout on my face. After I was finished with classes, I came home to Drake who was taking over the whole couch. Normally I wouldn't have cared except this time he asked me to watch some show with him and there was no way I was gonna sit on the ground.

I got up once I felt recharged and jumped into the area between the couch and Drake, so he wouldn't be able to take me off the couch unless he 1) picks me up and throws me off or 2) kicks and shoves me onto the high part of the couch. Needless to say, I wasn't going to let him do either.