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 it buster." Cassidy pointed at me. "I don't want to deal with any broken hearts right now."
"What? What are you talking about? I'm not gay. I like... Women..."
A snort caught in her throat as she held back a laugh. "No, you're definitely gay."
"And what gives you the right to assume such a thing?" I cocked a brow defensively.
"I'm not assuming. I just know." She leaned forward into me.
I leaned back by instinct, but we just ended up staring at each other for an eternity.
"I'm not mad, I have a girlfriend who digs chicks. Not a problem. It's cute though, so I hope you don't mind a bit of gossip when the girls hear about this."
"What? Nobody needs to know-"
"So you admit it then, you are gay?" She smirked.
"No, maybe. Wait, you tricked me! That's not fair!" I shouted.
She laughed in my face, jumping to her feet.
"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, I've heard worse." He shrugged, 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.
I huffed, crossing my arms.
"So demanding. I'm going to a party, if you really must know." He rolled his eyes.
"Didn't you just throw one yesterday?"
"Oh yes, yes I did- thank you for helping me remember," He stated as if it were obvious. "It's at a frat house, so it won't last 20 minutes. It'll last all night." He grinned.
"And how long will you be there?"
"Why do you need to know?" He cocked a brow.
"So I know when to tell one of my friends to come over and sleep in your bed." I scowled.
He rolled his eyes. "You weren't here, it was a common curtesy as the host of my party."
"I slept in the bathroom." I balled my fists.
"You could have slept with my dear friend. I'm sure you'd have no problem with that, huh?" He stood up to head into the bathroom.
I scoffed. "You're so full of yourself." I stood up.
"I'll be full of somebody else tonight, I'm aiming for a good fuck before I come back your way."
His profound language made me want to gag.
"Spare me the details." I grumbled.
"You wish I wouldn't." He passed a comb through his hair.
"If you get high again, I'm not letting you back into this room." I ordered firmly.
"What are you, my mom? Butt out of my life, it'll be past your bedtime by the time I get back."
"I don't have a bedtime." I fumed.
"9:00 sharp every night." He looked at himself in the mirror.
"And you notice what time I go to sleep?" I crossed my arms again.
"No, your phone goes off." He grabbed his bag.
I growled to myself with embarrassment.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have something fun to do." He closed the door behind him on his way out, leaving me in the silence of the room.
I groaned, stomping my foot. "You're so annoying!" I shouted, but I knew he couldn't hear me.
I looked around after I had mumbled angrily to myself for a couple minutes, then headed into the kitchen to fish my favorite crisps from the cabinets. Pirates Booty. I had hidden it behind a few things so only J could find it. Unfortunately, I had also failed myself because I couldn't reach it without sitting up on the counter.
A few moments later, and I was on my bed with Netflix playing on my phone, and the bag of Pirates Booty on my stomach. I occasionally reached into the bag to refill my empty mouth, but otherwise watched the screen of my device closely.
I heard laughing out my window, and looked out to see Lance and his buddies standing in the grass just outside the building. A few girls were with them, giggling like psychotic killers. I sighed, irritated.
That stupid Lance really is a stupid boy. Either he'll die to the hands of drinking, lung cancer from smoking, overdosing on drugs, or he'll catch a terminal disease transmitted through sexual activity. Yes, I think he'll die of aids before anything else.
Why was I even thinking of him in the first place?
I got back to my movie with a huff, returning to the bag of crisps again for comfort against my lonely state.
Once again, it would be a long night...
*****
It's was nearly 11:00, and I was finishing up the rest of my movie- when a thump against my dorm door startled me. Of course, I thought it was a burglar at first, and I was ready to hand over my wallet- but I stopped when I realized that Lances bed was still empty. I grumbled, it was probably him. Without a word, I turned my phone off and set the empty chip bag on my bedside table. I didn't react when the door opened, and a very drunk Lance stumbled in.
"See ya tomorrow-" A voice from the door stated, before the door closed.
Lance hummed with a woozy grin, stepping into the room with the trip of his feet and the laugh of a goblin. I glared at him from over my phone, knees tucked up near my upper body.
I knew I should've have done anything, and everything would've been fine. He would've gone to bed, and so would I. But I had to make a snarky remark. If I didn't say anything, what happened next, wouldn't have happened in the first place.
"Drunk as a horse, huh?" I scowled at him.
He froze, shoulders tensed, before he spun around to face me- an alcoholic grin on his boozed features.
"Yeeeeeeup." He blinked his reddened eyes slowly.
"High as a balloon too?" I stood up to cross my arms. I could do anything I wanted to with this baboon, and he wouldn't remember any of it in the morning.
I smirked slyly.
"I got sommmmme food," He tapped his head. "And a ffewww drinks." He pinched his fingers together, then looked at them as if he had never had hands before.
"Right, a few." I rolled my eyes.
I stepped up to him as he gazed, confused, into his hand. I gave his shoulder a hard shove, making him fall back onto his bed with a giggle.
"You're funnyyyyy.." He dazed, blinking slowly.
I shoved him again, a bit angered. "You're the biggest jackass that I've ever had to deal with." I whispered into his ear with a glare.
"Haha!.. You said a nnaaaaughty woooord.." He pointed at me.
"Yes, yes I did." I felt my blood boil. I could let myself loose on this guy and he'd never remember it. That was exactly what I was going to do.
Just as I started to rant, calling him names, telling him things that shouldn't have been said- he had stood up while I was still shouting at him.
My chest heaved angrily while my fists balled. My body tensed and my eyes squeezed closed, and things that I couldn't imagine were actually true, were spat from my mouth.
"Useless, stupid, childish bastard! You're a dirty son of a b-"
A pressure against my lips stopped me mid sentence, and every bone in my body melted. My muscles relaxed as electricity shot through me like fiery bolts of lightning. Before I could even register what was happening, whatever was pressed up against my lips, had begun to move. I didn't know what to do, my body was frozen. I finally opened my eyes and gazed at the horrific sight before me. I shoved as hard as I could, and Lance fell backwards against his bed with a giggle.
"You taste like chipssss.." He laughed.
I ignored him as I held my face, running a hand over my mouth. My lips which had been untouched since I had last kissed my mom. My perfect, virgin lips, violated by this drunken asshole. I wanted to kill him. That kiss was not meant for him. It was meant for the special person in my life that I'm waiting for. I wanted to get through college, to find somebody at work or on the Internet that just clicked with me. And he just ruined everything.
I turned away slowly, still shaken up as I tucked myself into bed and turned off the light. A couple moments later, and Lance was out like a light, snoring softly as always. Not like I notice anyway.
I was not expecting to get any sleep tonight.
Fridays suck..