31 - Roommates

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ఌ𝙰𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚑ఌ

Alex is stubborn. More so than I thought.

I mean, I've known he's stubborn since the day I met him. But he's a lot more stubborn than I initially thought.

It was about time for me to head home. I start work tomorrow. I told him he could just drop me off at a bus stop or something and I'd leave. Or, I could just walk to one from his house.

He wouldn't accept that.

He insisted on taking me to my apartment. The only problem is, I have no apartment. Unless you'd call the motel an apartment.

So, instead, I acted like I needed to go to my parents house. I told him he could drop me off there and then my mom would give me a ride home. He was reluctant, but he agreed.

And now I have a bit of a longer walk on my hands.

That's fine. I quite like walking, actually. It's nice and I get to hear the nice sounds of the birds, people laughing, cars swooping by, and—

"Hey, why don't you smile for me, beautiful?"

All right. Never mind, the outside sucks and you should never go.

I ignore that guy and just keep walking, tensing a little when he walks a little faster to catch up. He walks in step with me. I keep my eyes forward and my head down slightly. Some of my brown hair falls over my face so he can't see me.

Maybe he'll think I'm the girl from The Ring and he'll leave me be.

"Hey. I'm taking to you." He announces, crouching a little in an attempt to grab my attention.

I sigh and glance over at him. "I'm just trying to get to the bus." I mumble. I start to walk a little faster.

"Wait, wait," The guy chuckles, he holds his hand out in front of me which stops me. I reluctantly look up at him. "You need a ride somewhere?" He asks. "I could—"

"No, thank you." I give a smile and quickly turn, speed walking away from him.

"Wow," He chuckles as he quickly follows me. He apparently doesn't get the hint. "Hey, how about I give you my number." He suggests.

"No, thank you." I repeat, flashing a smile still. I don't know why I'm saying thank you and smiling at him, but I do.

He's still with me when I make it to the bus stop. We're the only ones standing here so, naturally, I feel uncomfortable. I don't know him and he's still talking to me like we've known each other for years.

He's just being nice. Or maybe hitting on me, I'm not entirely sure.

I shift uncomfortably on my feet, avoiding eye contact as I look around us. He hums, titling his head. "Hey, why so nervous?" He softly inquires. "Nothing to be scared of, baby. I won't hurt you." He chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender.

Maybe I should have just let Alex drive me to the motel.

Sighing, I take my phone out as I sit on the bench. I stare at his contact for a moment. My eyes flick from my screen and to the guy when he sits closely next to me. "It's rude to be on your phone during a conversation, you know." He informs me like I actually care.

"I'm sorry." I apologize but I don't put my phone down. I open his contact and start typing.

Me: Hey, I'm really sorry to bother u, but can you come pick me up? Please?

I wait eagerly for a reply. My foot taps on the cement as I stare at my phone. "You're not going to put it down?" The guy asks, letting out a quiet frustrated huff.

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