Love The Roommate

Chapter 3

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I opened my eyes, closing the noisy beeping that sounded from my phone’s alarm.

Last night was quite boring, I must say that.

After Alex had finished unpacking, he excused himself, saying that he had to meet up with a friend.

And I stayed for myself, playing games and checking for any messages on my phone.

And well, Alex didn’t arrive at all last nigh.

But when I turn around, I find myself face to face with a sleepy Alex in the opposite bed. Maybe he came after I slept. After all, I only slept at 10:30 PM yesterday. Most college kids tend to be out until after midnight.

Alex looked so peaceful, sleeping there with the covers around his body, his long blonde hair all over the place.

I sat up slowly, still staring at the sleepy Alex.

I still couldn’t believe that I am roommates with a guy. It’s just so... Impossible. And to top it all, I was roommate with a freaking hot guy!

How is that even possible?! That me between all the human beings on this Earth would be chose to be roommates with a hot guy?!

I know I sound so dramatic, but you can’t blame me! I am a ruined little piece of shit around hot guys.

You would say that from how I acted with Alex yesterday is that I am more than fine around them. But don’t judge the first part from yesterday when I panicked. Judge me from the part where I was a hot tomato under Alex’s stare.

And that is bad. Really bad. Last time proved it.

I ran my hand through my hair in a nervous gesture. I always make that with my hair when I am nervous. It helped me relax a little. Only a little. It’s extremely helpful if someone make it to me. But I never ask for it. My dad and brother just know the right time when I am in need.

And now, I am extremely alone, without either my dad or my brother. God, I miss them so much already.

Now that my roommate is a guy, I obviously need to make a friend. Which is a hard task for me. But I need one. I can’t go without having at least someone. I never really had friends in my high school. I was the nerd of the school. And no one wanted to be friends with me. It was hell for me; I only had a book as my friend, for four freaking years. No one and nothing else. It’s a sad truth, I know. But I had my dad all week to entertain me, and my brother would visit me every weekend, and we would have so much fun. But now both of them aren’t here and will not be able to visit me at the moment. I will be lonely, no, I’m lonely. Just like I have always been. But it wasn’t quiet four years that I was alone. But I am not going there. Not now.

Back to the topic, I still need a friend.

Maybe Alex will do.

No, my dad and brother will freak out just knowing that I am living with a guy, talk about being friends with him.

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They will know at some point. Besides, Alex said he will be out most of the day. How exactly am I going to be friends with him? I need someone to talk to. And he will be out. I won’t be able to talk to him that much. So, bad idea.

But still, having him as friend, even if you aren’t talking, is good. After all I am living with him. I need to be on good terms with him, right?

Right. It won’t bother.

I lied down again and returned back to stare the sleepy Alex.

He is just so handsome! With his defined jaw, and perfect blonde hair. And those well shaped lips.

Crap! I face palmed myself.

I didn’t just think about his lips.

You certainly did.

My head is been talking quite a lot today. I sighed in frustration.

I shook my head from side to side then went back staring like a creep at the gorgeous face of Alex.

But-

Holy cow!

Alex’s eyes were open and he stared at me with a smirk.

I hid my face with the cover, trying to hide the stupid blush that was on my face.

Seriously Jessy! He didn’t even say a thing and you’re a blushing mess.

A chuckle was sounded from beside me, making me peek from under the cover.

Alex stared at me with a bright smile that made me smile in return.

“How long have you been up?” I finally asked.

“Enough time to know that you have been drooling over me for a whole ten minutes.” Alex smirked.

“You were awake the whole time.” I exclaimed with a start, realizing it just then.

“Yeah, I really enjoyed the show. Or I must say you enjoyed it.” Alex said, the smirk not wavering.

“Just shut up,” I put the covers back on my face, hiding my face from how embarrassed I was.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I know I am smoken hot.”

“Excuse me,” I said, removing the covers from my face and sitting up. “Don’t flatter yourself much, mister. It won’t do you any good.” I said, meaning every word.

“I was just stating the obvious.” Alex said, removing the covers as well and sitting up.

Holy Moses!

I really wish he didn’t take the covers off. Or, after a little thinking, I take that wish back.

Alex sat there, shirtless, with only a sweet pants on. His six packs visible. And his aps defined perfectly.

He looked... Well, hot. Smoken hot!

Ugh! I can’t believe I just agreed to what he said seconds ago. But never will I admit it to him.

“You were saying?” Alex smirked.

“Oh shut up,” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t like what you are seeing.” Alex said, grinning now.

“I had seen better,” I said, shrugging, just to annoy him. Every guy hates it when girls prefer someone else than him. But honestly, what I saw before wasn’t compared to this, at all.

Alex narrowed his eyes at me. “Sure you did,” He said, with sarcasm off his lips.

“What do you mean? Are you referring that I am liar or something?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You don’t look like the type to know better than this.” Alex teased, shrugging.

Oh my freaking God! He did not just say that!

“What type exactly do I look like?” I exclaimed, feeling a little angry. No one has the right to say that about me or even judge me. I know It’s true though, but I hate arrogant assholes.

“You look like the nerdy type, always quiet and shy. And as for your second question, I am good at reading people.” He answered, shrugging.

“Well, guess what? You aren’t as good as you assume you are at reading people. Because yeah, I am a nerd and quiet and shy too. But I am way more than that. You have no right to make guesses and assumes when you don’t know a thing about me.” I said.

“Like what? What more are you?” He skipped all I said and only acknowledged this part.

“You know what, forget it.” I sighed, knowing that arguing will only make it worse. I had only known the guy for one day and we are fighting like an old married couple! Maybe it’s my time of the month, or I’m just nervous for college. Maybe both.

I stood up, and went for my dresser. I got my clothes, towel and other stuff so I would take a bath. Freaking public bathrooms! How much I hate these things.

“Look, I am sorry, okay? I didn’t know it would anger you that much. And-”

“Save it,” I said, as I got in my slippers and hurried to the door with my stuff in hand, not looking back.