Roommates

Roommates
Authors
Love, Ashley
Date
2016-10-16T21:00:00+00:00
Size
0.17 MB
Lang
en
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Aubrey and Blake are roommates. They hate each other. (Most of the time.)

Excerpt

I wake up, startled, to someone pounding on the door to my tiny dorm room. I roll over, facing the door as the knocking continues, this time louder. I eye the alarm clock on the shared desk between the two beds, and I almost can't believe the luminescent 2:32am, or the fact that someone's actually pounding on my door at this time of night on a Wednesday.

Only I can believe it, since it's not the first time.

"Aubrey," someone slurs from the other side of the door. "Aubrey, c'mon, I forgot my key. Let me in. I know you can hear me."

I can, but I can pretend that I don't. Which is what I attempt to do, rolling back over to face the wall, pulling a pillow over my head. I'm the type of person who can sleep anywhere, at any time, and I'm a deep sleeper. Which comes in handy, really, given the rooming arrangements.

Honestly, I should have known from that first day.

I should have known the moment I'd shouldered into the dorm room with a heavy box slipping from my fingers, only to find that someone had already been inside.

Someone who had left their stuff everywhere.

There had been boxes in different states of being unpacked littering both sides of the room, not respecting the halfway line at all.

There had been clothing partially folded and draped off both beds, the drawers of the dresser at the end of the right bed hanging open.

Blake Alexander is a f***ing asshole.

Only I hadn't realized it at first, since the boy in question had stumbled into the room with his cheeks flushed and sweat glistening his forehead, and he'd said a seemingly sincere,

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't think you'd be here for a while, I thought I'd have time to put my stuff away."

What I didn't realize, in that moment, was that it was only the beginning.