The Forbidden Roommate

Part 5

You listen closer only to hear moaning and gasping coming from him and a random woman's voice. You quickly pull away, disgusted but intrigued. This was not like Spencer at all. This is not the shy, pretty boy that Derek makes him seem to be. You don't know why but a part of you got jealous, and then sad. Really sad.

The next morning you had slept into twelve, which was pretty late. A part of you was glad though, so you didn't have to see the girl Spencer was doing last night. You walk out to the kitchen to be greeted by Spencer. Great, just what you need right now. You didn't say a word to him, even when he asked you for help on the word search.

 You headed right back to your room, finished eating your bagel that you had made, and got dressed. You put on a purple tank top, which was quite revealing, and some short jean shorts, with your hair in a messy bun. 

Ten minutes later you hear a knock on your bedroom door, and Spencer walks in with your laundry he did for you. You still didn't say anything, nor looked at him. You don't know why your acting like this. 'I should be happy for Spence, not sad or mad' you thought. 

"Ok what is your deal Y/N?" Spencer asked, sounding more serious than normal.

"Nothing." you mumbled.

"Clearly there's something."

"Who is she?" you asked quietly.

"Oh my, y-you heard? I-I thought you spent the night at Emily's" he said sounding sorry, almost embarrassed.

"Whatever" you said as you bumped his shoulder walking out of your room onto the couch.

"Why are you mad? You went out with a guy last night, why can't I have a girl over?" He asked.

"What? I didn't go out with anyone but the girls last night!"

"Oh god- oh no. No you said you had a date thoug-" 

"YES! A date with the girls. You can't be having random girls over at my apartment!" you yelled.

"I'm sorry i didn't know you mean-"

You slammed the bedroom door shut and sat on your bed to think. Why were you so mad? You should be happy he's seeing girls! You bite your lip and think about everything that had just happened. 

Then, it hit you.

Everything.

Made.

Sense.