Roommates

31. Sofira

Sofira

I had a three hour tutorial on in the morning to prepare for the upcoming exam. Could I concentrate? Absolutely not. And yes you guessed it again. Dylan.

I swear I couldn't stop blushing. Memories of this morning's 'bedroom activities' kept playing on repeat. Damn him. Why did he have to be so...great? Everything about him seemed perfect. He was so sweet. He was kind and thoughtful. He was playful and funny yet he also knew when to be mature. He was gentle. Yes he was cocky and his language was rough at times but you know what? I never thought this would be possible but that just made him even sexier than he already was! And yes I called him sexy. There's no point in denying how attractive he is anymore.

The class was finally over and I walked to the cafeteria to grab a coffee because I seriously needed to calm the hell down! I was turning the corner lost in my thoughts as I had been all morning when I bumped into the she-devil.

"Hi whore." Becca sneered at me.

"Hello Dylan's bitchy ex."

"How dare you call me that!" She sneered. "Fucking gold digger! I know you're only with Dylan for his money."

My last reserve snapped just then.

"Listen here brat. I don't rely on Dylan to pay for all my stuff, I'm not some fake bitchy person like yourself. So take your fucking attitude and get out of my way Becca. I don't want to talk to you." I snapped and would have smirked at her stunned expression had I not been so pissed off.

I moved to get around her but she grabbed my wrist with her hot pink talons. How the hell did she got stuff done with nails like those was beyond me. What I did know was that it sure hurt when she dug them into my skin.

"Stay away from him. He's too good for you."

I snatched my arm away from her as she continued.

"He'll never love you."

The words hurt but I didn't show it. I shrugged and walked away from her as I plugged in my earphones to drown out her nasally voice before calling over my shoulder.

"He's over you Becca. I strongly advise you grow up and move the hell on already like any other normal human."

I could hear her saying something again but P!nk came on and permeated my ear drums; saving my ears from the she-devil's torturous voice.

*

I got home to the apartment still mad from the encounter with Becca. Why did she have to be so annoying and rude? Seriously I didn't understand why some people had to be like that. I sighed and looked at my wrist with its red scratches. The brat probably meant for that to happen. The skin was raw and irratated but luckily there was no blood, it was a very minor injury.

Dylan's bathroom was misted up inside and smelt like soap and guys deodorant. On the floor I spotted a one of his black sports socks and rolled my eyes before picking it up to put in the laundry.

'men, we're always picking up after them.'

I couldn't help my amused chuckle at the thought. I dumped my stuff on the dinning table and saw the bottle of orange juice. Looks like Dylan was in a real rush to get to class on time. I chuckled and poured myself a glass. I forgot to get coffee so this would have to do I guess.

*
Thank goodness the power was back on. I cringed inwardly at last nights incident. How embarrassing he saw me like that! He probably thinks I'm weak or one of those over emotional girls. Damn.

'I need to distract myself.'

I got up and grabbed my purse before sliding my feet into my worn out I-don't-care flats. I contemplated leaving Dylan a note but then caught myself. Why would I even do that? It's not like we're dating...even when actions state otherwise. I shook my head as I blushed from the thought.