Screw Me Over ✔️

EC: Part Five

Rena:

THUD!

"Who the hell are you?! What are you doing here?!"

"Okay, calm down first-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN AND YOU BUST UP IN OUR HOUSE UNANNOUCED! WHO THE FUCK ARE YALL?!"

"Okay! Damn, I'm here for Rena!"

"Who?!"

"Re- Morena to you! My name is Brian. This is Tiarria and we're here to see her-"

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"Her old roommates gave me a key for if she were to have a seizure and she were here by herself. You got anymore questions or can I see her now? It's an emergency."

This was all going on at 11:30 at night. I was wrapping up a last-minute astronomy paper and didn't do it earlier because they gave me more hours at work. Priorities, right?

"OW! What the hell was that-"

"Don't fucking move. I'll get her for you."

They probably thought I was asleep but my eyes were wide open as my fingers struggled to make their way across my laptop's keyboard. I stared at the computer screen waiting for words to come across the Word document somehow.

It's not like I have been getting the best sleep around here either. Like it's bad enough that I haven't slept wells since the girls left. Now, I have these weed-smoking, music-blaring, food-stealing, public-friendly, loud ass roommates that can throw a party every. Single. Weekend.

It's the stereotypical college experience that you see in those young adult films except with a bunch of ratchet ass bitches that don't know how to keep their sensual experiences in their own bedrooms. Then again, it sounds worse in the bedroom.

Note to self: Ask property manager for sound-proof walls.

These new roommates were nothing like my girls. They were actually worse. Every time I went to get some food out of the refrigerator, someone had company in the living room and they always had something to say about me. They'll say something on the side as if I can't hear them. Then they laugh about it. If Jess were here, she'd slap those whores.

A knock came to my door and I opened it to see Anayla standing there with an angry look on her face. Her black horse hair fell over her shoulders and down towards her hips while her arms were folded over the hair. She wore some very short pajama bottoms and a tank top that showed her large chest. She looked like a short beautified version of an oompa loompa.

"Your boyfriend is here. Make sure you take that key from him as your old roommates don't live here no more and I don't feel comfortable," she spoke rolling her eyes and walking away.

Like he was really my boyfriend. He'd never be my boyfriend. I'd rather eat a bowl of dog food than be with him.

Walking towards the door, I saw him standing there in his black and white pajamas with his hands on his hips. He was stressed out. Poor guy.

"Is there a certain reason why you had to use your key to get into the apartment at 11:30 at night? Did you forget that the other four females that were here don't live here anymore?" I snarled in a fake frustration. One of my new roommates were standing in the kitchen probably trying to be nosey.

To be honest, Brian has been visiting for a while just to see how I was holding up. He would come over to hang out with Tiarria at his hip. He would help me with my homework, watch a movie with me, we'd listen to music, he'd make dinner, or he'd take me to the park sometimes.