Roommates

10. Dylan McCain

I watched her as we ate. She was uneasy and fidgeting.

- How was the food? Did I passed? - I asked her smirking when I took her plate away. I quickly washed everything and put the remaining of the lasagna away. I turned and leaned towards the counter. She was still sitting on the chair. - Spill it!!! - I hissed.

- What?- She looked at me.

- You obviously don't like something... Just tell me. - I crossed my arms around my chest waiting her to finally tell me what the fuck is her problem?!

- Um... My mom is coming tomorrow. - she mumbled and I swallowed hard. Her mom. She has a mom. Okay. Now I am a little jealous.

- So? - I asked her shrugging. She looked at me. There is something else too. - Is there anything else?- I asked her getting angry with her. Why do I need to interrogate her?

- Yes. She is really protective. - I nodded. - She told me she won't approve of my new flat mate if it's a boy. - she mumbled. I arched my eyebrows at her. What the hell is she talking about?

- Yes? - she sighed and buried her face in her palms.

- I told her you are gay. - she mumbled.

- Come again? - I asked her.

- I told her you are gay.- She looked carefully at me.

- Sorry. What? - I asked her not moving. Is this a joke? Is she trying to prank me?

- I did told her you are gay and you have to look like one or we are screwed. I need you because I want to keep my apartment. - she mumbled. - and you need me because you need a place to stay. - she looked at me. I widened my eyes at her. Wear gay stuff? Act like one? Is she insane? I stormed over her leaning on both of my hands in front of her. Trying to show her I am all man.

- Are you fucking serious? - I hissed.

- Language! - she looked at me.

- I don't fucking care if you don't like that I swear!!! - I hissed. I will loose it which I don't want to. - Shit. Do I fucking look like a gay dude?! - she looked all over me and I smiled slightly. Yep. She definitely checked me out. - You still like what you see?- I smirked when she looked up to me again.

- No.

- I have three condition.- I tell her standing up straight and cross my arms around my chest again.

- What?- She shrieked. - No. Dylan. No way. This is my apartment. - arched my eyebrows at her.

- Yeah? Do you want me to move out? - I asked her.

- No.

- My first condition. - I showed my fingers at her. She widened her eyes at me. - You stop telling me language or stop swearing... This is how I talk and I don't fucking care if you like it or not. - She flinched and nodded. - Second! I want friends over when I want. You are not my mother to tell me if I can have them over. - I smirked again.

- But...

- I only have Brian. I don't have much friends and I don't do parties. - I reassured her. She nodded.

- Okay. - I smiled slightly.

- Good. Third one. - I show my three fingers up.

- Yeah?- She asked me standing up and crossing her arms around her chest. I looked at her breasts... What the hell Dylan?! Ugh. I looked up to her.

- Third.- I stepped closer to her. God. She smelled good. - I just want you to know I intend to brake all of your rules. Think about it. I already broke one... And you don't even know it. - yep. I went into her room. I stepped away.
I walked inside of my room and shut the door.