Somewhere Only We Know

Not At Fault

Chapter Two

I'm sure that I am the roommate from hell.

But he still doesn't say anything. How much patience can one guy have?

I'm supposed to be meeting up with some of the football players today. I met some of them yesterday and I can already tell it's going to he hard to get a place on the team. But they gave me a scholarship and that must count for something.

Honestly, if I was Winston I would have already asked for a new roommate days ago.

I can't find my shirt anywhere. I'm meant to be meeting with someone who could take my scholarship away with a snap of his fingers and I'm not even dressed yet.

I turn my bag upside down trying to look for a clean shirt. Fuck, any shirt at all.

I've tried my best to keep my shit on my side of the room but I can't help it if something just ends up on his side by accident.

He's in the bathroom right now, brushing his teeth I think.

Scott said that I need to stop wearing my flannel shirts if I want to survive college, I didn't really think what I wore mattered. But I'm not about to risk it and all the shirts I can find are flannel shirts.

"Have you seen any of my shirts?" I shout towards the bathroom door.

I hear the water in the sink running and then the door opens slowly. He's only wearing a towel around his hips and I can't help but stare. He seemed so skinny under his clothes but his arms are anything but skinny. I guess that explains the firm grip.

"There's one here," he says and I notice that he's holding one of my black T-shirts in his hands.

And I'm staring at him, at his skinny chest and his arms and the towel around his hips. Fuck, I look like a right perv.

"Thanks," I say and I quickly snatch the shirt out of his hand.

He noticed me staring. I know he did. But he doesn't comment on it, he nods and he goes back into the closed bathroom.

I'm telling you, he's going to move out by the end of the week.

***

I think they liked me.

I hope they did.

Most of the guys looked, acted and talked the same but only one of them stood out to me. Noah.

He was a 6'3 guy with short light brown hair and brown eyes and he seemed to have taken an interest in me. They don't give out football scholarships to just anyone.

There's supposed to be a party or something in the evening. I gave my number to Noah and he texted me the address with a 'hope to see you there' but I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to go.

I sit on my bed and I keep on reading the message over and over again trying to decide what to do.

Parties haven't really been my thing, not unless I knew people there. I don't really know how to interact with strangers.

But on the other hand, the party would be a good opportunity to make some friends and meet guys that know a thing or two about football. Unlike my roommate.

I look up at him and he's writing something on his laptop again. I think he's already been assigned some work for his classes but I don't ask.

He's been working on that laptop ever since I came back from the meeting and I don't think I've seen him take even one break.