RoomHates by Carmen Black (series like harry potter TXT) 📕

feel under my skin as I remember his lips locked on Rachel’s. “So,” I start, grabbing a cup and quickly chugging it. Need to drown whatever this is. “I saw you sucking face with psycho bitch,” I say, trying to sound funny, but I grimace at the high pitch in my voice.

Lucas chuckles and looks away. “Yeah, it just sort of happened.”

I fist bump him before quickly pouring myself another beer from the keg. He raises his eyebrow. “Easy there. We still have all day.”

I bat my hand at him. “I’m totally fine.”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “Uh huh. That’s what you said last time.”

“So, Rachel,” I say, taking a smaller swig of the beer. “Is she a good kisser? Gonna fuck her tonight?”

Lucas shrugs. “I can’t really say anything. I barely tasted her. Besides, look at her,” I follow the motion of his hand and scowl once again when I see her talking to four eyes. “She’s totally wasted. I can’t fuck her if she’s not going to remember anything. She probably won’t even remember the kiss.”

I’m so angry and I don’t even know why. She’s over there, talking to that wormy little bastard after kissing Lucas. Why is she being such a slut? Now that she’s kissed one of the bros she thinks she’s a guy magnet. Is that what she thinks?

I should calm down. I shouldn’t even care. Yet, I find myself being drawn to her, walking step after stupid step towards her until I’m standing next to four eyes, cup in hand, staring awkwardly down at her.

She stares up at me, her mouth slightly parted. I imagine them on me, her tongue flicking against mine. Her soft moans when I deepen the kiss. My hands on her ass drawing her closer and pressing her against my hard cock. Those sweet lips on my dick.

What the fuck am I thinking? I’m obviously trashed.

My face heats as I realize I’ve been staring at her mouth for longer than appropriate and both four-eyes and psycho bitch are staring at me as if I’ve suddenly sprouted polka dots all over my body. I take a moment to set down my cup, anywhere far away from me. I’ve obviously had way too much if I want psycho roommate. After collecting myself I turn around and in my most asshole voice I say, “Get lost, Four-Eyes.”

I hear Rachel gasp as I stare down the wormy bastard, whose gaze narrows on me. He opens his mouth to say something and I swear I will punch him in his fucking ugly face if he so much utters a word. Instead, he turns to Rachel. “I’ll be with Charlie and Lauren if you need anything.”

“I’m so sorry, Josh,” I hear Rachel say, but I continue watching four-eyes slither away, back to blondie and her brunette friend.

“Why are you such an asshole?” Rachel asks while throwing herself back in the chair and spilling a little water on her sweater,

I take the cup from her so she doesn’t make herself even wetter in the chill air. Don’t need her getting sick. And then getting me sick, I quickly add.

“That guy’s an asshole,” I say, pointing at whatever-his-name-is. “Me,” I point to myself, “I’m an asshole, but not as bad as him.”

She narrows her eyes up at me. “Really? How is he an asshole then?”

I wince, trying to come up with something, anything, but I’m completely dry. I’m sure there’s something. My asshole radar wouldn’t be going off if there wasn’t.

She shakes her head and clucks her tongue at me, instantly reminding me of said tongue being down Lucas’s throat and not mine. “See?” She leans her head back, giving me an ample view of her long slender neck.

“Fine!” I throw up my hands. “First, Lucas, now four-eyes? I see you’re a busy girl.”

She scoffs. “What?” I cringe at the shrill in her voice.

“You heard me.” I rest my hands on my hips. “I didn’t peg you for the type of girl to open your legs to just anyone, Rachel,” I say, hating how I sound right now.

Why am I making a big deal out of this? It’s nothing! Nothing!

“You,” she stands up and digs her finger into my chest. Startled, I step back, bumping into the table “A guy who shares your women and fucks his way around campus, are slut shaming me?”

I gulp, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry. She looks so cute, scowling up at me, her nail digging into my chest under the fabric of my shirt, and I think if I don’t say anything now I just might kiss her.

No more drinking ever again. NOT EVER.

“It’s different,” I breathe, completely captured by the freckles peeking through her minimal makeup and her slightly parted glossed lips.

“How is it different, Garcia?”

If I don’t get away from her now I really will kiss her. I push her away and turn on my heel, grabbing her cup and downing the rest of the water. Water for the rest of the day. For the whole week. No. THE MONTH.

“It just is,” I yell, quickly stalking back to Lucas.

I hear her laugh bitterly behind me.

I pass by blondie and the brunette, feeling their stares, but deciding to ignore them. It’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m just drunk and need to sober up. Then everything will go back to normal. And I’ll be fine.

“What was that all about?” Lucas asks me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m going to that football game and I am going to focus my attentions where they’re needed. Finding me a cheerleader to fuck. “Seth?” I hear Lucas call when I don’t respond.

I shake my head. “Let’s just get to the game.”

***

I have no clue if we’re winning or losing and I’m not even trashed. In fact, I’ve stopped drinking completely. I can’t stop staring at Rachel on the other end of the bleachers. I don’t know why she has to stand as far away from me as possible.

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