Waking up the next morning was a breeze, since I was already awake. That's right, I was awake all night long. Dusk to dawn. All I could think about was the kiss. I didn't want to yell at him because of how much I had last night, but I didn't want him to know that he kissed me if he didn't remember. Maybe I could just get over all of this. No. I would get over all of this. A drunken kiss that happened by accident. It meant nothing to me, and it meant nothing to him. Forget about it.
Easy.
Nobody, not even Cassidy would have to know about it.. She'd be furious..
"What happened last night?.." A groggy voice slurred through my thoughts.
My heart just about imploded as my eyes widened. I cleared my throat and sat up, acting as if I had just woken up as I gave off a fake yawn.
"How should I know? You got drunk and passed out, what else is new?" I glared at him, then rose to turn to my dresser, taking a shaky breath.
"God.. My head.." He laid back against the pillows, supporting his temples with his palms.
"Well, that's a consequence for drinking yourself to near death." I huffed, quickly gathering my clothing up and headed for the bathroom.
"Wait-" He interrupted.
I froze, feeling the beating of my heart start to pick up nervously. I remained in place.
"Make me breakfast."
I let out a long breath of relief, before realizing what he just asked.
"Excuse me?" He turned to him.
"You heard me, make me breakfast. I'm sick, you're the closest person to me." He huffed.
I shook with frustration as I slapped by clothes down on the bathroom sink counter, then grabbed the door.
"Make it yourself you lazy drunkard, I'm not your maid." I growled, venom dripping from my tongue as I slammed the door closed.
Lance smirked.
I fumed inside the bathroom, watching the steam pour from my ears like a cartoon character as I huffed and puffed to myself in the mirror like an angry caribou. I took a slow breath, calming my mind. I definitely have a temper when the time is right. Not to worry, I won't let Lance get me down today.
I changed with vigilance, then left the bathroom to prepare my own breakfast, feasting gratefully within earshot of Lance and his groaning. It was an annoying display to be eating to, but I didn't have a speaker to play music or anything. Just to drown him out, I chewed loudly.
After finishing up, I grabbed my bag and sling it over my shoulder, heading for the door.
"Hold it-" Lance called.
I huffed, looking back at him.
"What? You need me to wipe your butt too?"
"That would be nice," He smirked. "Good idea."
The veins running through the tips of my ears pumped blood to the surface at the words, before I groaned.
"Why are you so difficult to talk to?" I shook my head.
"Maybe you're just a control freak." He sat up slowly with a small wince.
"Me?" I scoffed through a heaved laugh. "A control freak? You've got to be kidding me."
He stared at me as if what I said was an entirely new thing to him.
"Don't look at me like that-" I ordered, causing him to laugh right after.
"You're just too much, Sneakers." He pretended to wipe a tear away from his eye.
"Sneakers?" I cocked my brow, crossing my arms.
"Well, it's not too hard to tell how much you wear those old Converse things. And white? Of all colors? You may as well be asking for them to get stained." He grinned devilishly.
I opened my mouth to respond, but found the breath taken away from me. I was going to pop! Like a balloon! But that's how the idea came to me, and how awful it truly was. An awfully terrible idea. Seriously.
"You kissed me-" I blurted out, pointing at him, before the regret set in and I mentally kicked myself in the-
"What?" He cocked his head to the left, clearly confused. "If that was supposed to be a comeback, I've really heard better-"
"No! You kissed me when you got back from your stupid party! You leaned forward a pecked next right here." I pointed to my lips with a glare.
He was silent for a moment, and I enclosed myself too far into my own rant that I didn't notice a glare harden to his features as he rose to his feet.
I turned right as he was standing over me. I sunk back fearfully as he grabbed the collar of my shirt.
"You better be joking, freak- or Ill have your limbs torn off and shoved up your own ass." He spat into my face.
"E-Eh... N-N..." I stammered, then glared at him softly, unable to keep myself from trembling a bit. "No." I finally stated firmly.
He seemed surprised.
"You kissed me last night because you were drunk, and you want to know why?" I pulled his hand off me, which seemed to confuse him even more. "Because I took advantage of you. I shouted at you for 10 minutes, everything that I hate about you, everything that you suck at and why you suck at those things. I exposed everything that I feel about you to your face!" I had now begun to back him up, step by step. "You don't have the right to yell at me right now because you're the one who violated my personal space! You! I don't care who you think you are, but you keep your hands off me!"
Lance grabbed my lips. Yes, he grabbed them with his fist. I bit my tongue, causing me to flinch hard, which only made him grip my facial extremity even tighter.
"Before I take anything else from you, you sorry excuse for a human being- riddle me this:" He paused. "Do you think I give a single fuck about what you think of me?"
That shut me up. Big time.
"Please, do spare me the details of whatever the hell you yelled at me while I was both drunk, drugged, and high. I couldn't possibly care any less for you than I do right now."
He dropped my lips.
"You tell me right now- that you won't ever tell anybody, that we kissed, if you're telling the truth. I'm not gay, I never will be gay, and I don't want people thinking that I'm gay. So I'm terribly sorry to rain on your parade, but why don't you go frolic along with some other guy, I'm not interested." He shoved me away, causing me to stumble a bit.
I wanted to slap him again.
"You think that I'm interested in you? How could I ever!-"
"Not. A. Word!" He shouted into my face, causing me to flinch.
I was silent for a long moment, I'd lost whatever confidence I had. I let him win by lowering my head slowly.
"Do you understand?" He leaned himself away with a scowl.
I glared at the ground, fastening my bag over my shoulder.
"Clear as day.." I muttered, sauntering out to slam the door behind me.
I should really call the police on this guy.
*****
I sighed softly on my way back to my dorm with Cassidy by my side. She had been talking about one of her girlfriends hair for the past ten minutes. I didn't have the heart to tell her that what she was saying was really boring, so I just sucked it up and waited for my building to come into view.
And there it was.
Cassidy was going to hang out in my dorm to study for the English exam early. Even though the actual test was two weeks away, this was really the only known opportunity I had to study with her. Every other plan that we had to hang out had been ravaged by the extra long schedule of work for both Cassidy and I, as well as other hang outs that she was looking forward to with some of her other girlfriends.
I still haven't told her about the fact that Lance and I are roommates. I don't plan on telling her about the kiss he gave me though. I stop at the roommates part.
"So I turned to her and said, 'Wow! That haircut is really exotic!' Then she said, 'I know! I got my hot hairdresser to do it for me! Any chance I get for him to touch my hair is a chance I won't hesitate to pass up-"
"Lance is my roommate." I blurted out, staring blankly ahead.
"What?" She seemed confused at my sudden interruption.
"Lance. Lance Baker." I looked at her.
"Yeah?... What about him?..." She seemed fearful at my answer.
"He's my.. Roommate.." I huffed at my hesitation.
"Lance? He's your roommate? So that's why your dorm sucks!" She laughed softly.
I grumbled softly. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd be doing what you are now." I looked at her for a moment.
"Come on, that's gold! You're trapped in the same living space with a prostitute!"
"Can you stop saying that!" I growled softly.
She laughed. "Sorry, that's just poor luck. 10,724 people on campus and you bunk with The Baker."
"Don't call him 'The Baker'." I huffed.
"Why can't I call him 'The Baker'?"
"Stop saying 'The Baker'!" I shouted.
She just laughed harder. "Alright, alright- I'm done."
"Finally." I sighed in relief as we reached my room.
I unlocked it and opened the door for her to step in.
"Man. Your room stinks."
"Don't talk to me about stink." I muttered.
"So the ol' Sir Lancelot stinks? Does he shower? Or does he believe in natural flavor." She stepped backwards with a smirk.
"Uh- Cass-"
Cassidy bumped right into somebody. Lance.
"You know, if natural smell is what you call uncleanliness, then I'm sure I smell absolutely unnatural. Care to take a whiff?" He smirked.
She turned around quickly with a smile, only to melt in place.
"O-Ooooh..." She stared at him him for a moment, then shook her head. "God, sorry."
"No problem. I always substitute for pretty girls." He winked, then glanced to me. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, Sneakers."
My insides twisted as I groaned softly. "I don't." I hissed in my way past him.
"Ohh, then she's single."
I heard Cassidy giggle, making me shake my head as I pulled my stuff out to ready the study station.
"Don't you have another party to be at?" I glared back at him as he was tipping Cassidy's chin back flirtatiously.
"Not tonight. I'm as free as a bird." He licked his lips, making my friend shudder.
"Cassidy, lets get to work."
"Y-Yeaaaah..." She faded out as Lance caressed her hair behind her ear.
I finally snapped, standing up off my bed to grab her hand, tugging her over to my side of the room. She snapped out of her daze.
"Sorry. I got distracted."
"Yeah, clearly." I huffed, handing her her things to study.
Lance crossed his arms, watching me for a moment.
"Alright, lets get to work-"
"Mind if I join?" Lance broke in.
I froze, my blood boiling. "You're not even in our same major. No." I faced my work again.
"That doesn't mean I can't still study whatever your working on with you." He sat down beside my bed, the back of his head bumping against my lower back.
I growled, sliding away. This guy was seriously cruising for a bruising.
"You don't care about your education anyway, go smoke a cigarette or something." I pulled my book open.
"You really don't know who I am do you?" He glared at me.
"No, and I don't intend to find out. Now leave us alone." I snarled.
Cassidy just watched as we bickered, rolling her eyes.
"You know guys, maybe we should just get to studying-"
"Why are you such a control freak?" Lance scoffed.
"Why are you such a jerk all the time?" I crossed my arms.
"Oh well I'm sorry that my presence bothers you so much."
"Yes! It really does!" I shouted.
"Guys!-"
"I'll make sure to call the newspaper and tell them that Sneakers doesn't like me. Big surprise people! I don't care!"
"Shut up!" Cassidy finally shouted, throwing her English textbook down against the bed.
Both me and Lance looked up at her.
"I'm sorry that whatever you two idiots are doing has to be interrupted, but some of us are trying to work!" She groaned.
"Right, Sorry." I sighed, not bothering to give Lance another glance as I pulled my book back into my arms and began to read.
Lance huffed, leaned against my bedside table to cross his arms like a scolded child. He laced his ankles over one another and buzzed his lips.
Only a couple of moments passed, and he made a clicking sound with his tongue- interrupting my thought process. I inhaled sharply and looked back at my work.
A couple more seconds later, and he began to slap his hands against his thighs. Each slap made my head spin further and further around itself as I struggled to keep my temper under control.
Five seconds after that, he started to hum. I lost it.
"Can't you just shut up for five seconds! Why are you so annoying!-" I yelled at him.
"Oh, let me apologize your highness!-" He returned.
We bickered uncontrollably for 30 seconds before Cassidy slammed her book closed.
"That's it!" She grabbed her bag, standing up to head towards the door.
"Cassidy, wait." I stood up right after her, while Lance took his time in following.
"I'm never coming back to this dorm unless whatever the hell is going on with you two is sorted out. I don't care if you think he's a jerk, and I don't care if you," She pointed at Lance. "Think that he's the jerk. You're both jerks! Either you get along whenever I come over, or I don't come over at all." She slammed the door closed in my face.
I sighed softly, lowering my head.
"Man. Tough crowd, huh?" Lance stated from behind me, as a glare hardened to my face.
"This is your fault!" I spin around to yell at him.
"Oh, it's my fault that your a control freak?" He crossed his arms.
"I am not a control freak!" I shouted.
"You are so a control freak!" He pointed at my face.
I let out a loud groan of frustration as I hid my face in my hands.
"Why did I have to get stuck with you for a roommate.." I muttered hopelessly.
To my surprise, Lance was silent for a moment, then he let out a sigh.
"Well.. I guess you are so compulsive that you don't realize how fun I can really be."
I slowly lifted my head away from my hands to glare at him again.
"No, seriously. I don't really care what you think of me, but if they pretty friend of yours comes over whenever your here- I'd be glad to stop letting you yell at me."
"Me, stop yelling at you?" I clenched my jaw.
"Don't worry, apology accepted." He grinned.
I balled my fists, my heart thumping in my ears.
"So, lets get to know each other."
My anger quickly subsided as I stared blankly at him for a moment, and my chest seeped with confused frustration.
"What?"