I was seated in the second row in the lecture theatre as students began filling in. I had woken up early, Covey was still sleeping by the time I left the dorm. Luckily for me, I had taken a virtual tour around the campus so things were a bit familiar to me.
A guy plopped down next to me, he had on huge glasses and was attractive in an odd way.
"I'm Cameron", he said extending his hand to me.
I shook it and smiled back, I couldn't help thinking of Covey and how I didn't shake her hand. I suddenly felt bad.
"Lara-Jean", I said just as the lecturer walked into the room.
My first week was hectic, I had a lot of catching up to do and spent most of my time in the library. I came back to my dorm late at night every night-but clearly not late enough as Covey was not present most nights, sometimes she was already asleep by the time I got back. It was weird. I felt relief as it meant I didn't have to face her, but at the same time I felt a feeling of wistfulness-wanting to hear her voice again and her eyes on me.
Friday rolled by and as I only had one class that day, I finished school pretty early and walked back into my room. Only to be faced by Covey:awake and alert and her eyes fixated on mine as I walked in.
"Hey stranger", she said with a smirk-she was wearing a camisole, leaving her toned tattooed arms exposed and I had to remind myself not to stare.
"Hi", I squeaked in reply. Pathetic.
She seemed to find it amusing as her smirk deepened.
"We need to go grocery shopping, we're all out", she said curtly, picking up keys from the table and motioning for me to follow her. I didn't say anything but trailed after her. I usually ate in the cafeteria so I wasn't aware of the groceries being finished.
Walking out into the car pack, Covey led me to her car. A black Jeep.
"Here you go princess", Covey said opening the car door for me and I felt myself heat up. I got into the car and waited for Covey to get in and start driving.
"Lara-Jean", I said quietly but with as much aggressiveness as I could muster.
"What?", Covey replied not taking her eyes off the road.
"My name..", I said a bit more louder, "it's Lara-Jean, not Princess"
Covey took her eyes off the road and scanned me up and down for a second. She looked amused. Was everything I did amusing to her?
"I know. You just remind me of a Princess. You know, the way you just sit there looking pretty whilst your mum tells you what to do and speaks on your behalf"
My body was on fire. Both from embarrassment and anger. I just sat there the rest of the ride not saying anything. Covey didn't say anything either. She seemed to be thinking hard.
When we got to the grocery store I unlocked my door and stomped out. There was no way I was going to let her open it for me. It'd just reinforce the whole 'princess' agenda.
"Hey slow down Princ- Lara-Jean", Covey yelled from behind me.
It was a start.
I did slow down. The anger that was previously inside of me had evaporated and now I just walked quietly besides Covey.
"There's a party tonight, you should come", Covey said suddenly breaking the silence.
I turned my head to look up at her, she was tall almost reaching 6 feet and I was only 5"6.
"I mean, it would be a good way for you to meet people. And get the actual college experience. You've been cooped up in that room all week. Either that or studying...you should go through the college experience, don't let the experience go through you"
By now we were in the store throwing foodstuffs into our shopping cart. It surprised me how much Covey seemed to know about what I was doing, she seemed concerned. But she couldn't be. She barely even knew me.
"Okay", I said.
"Really?", Covey eyes seemed to somehow light up and I just shook my head as nonchalantly as I could.
I was not a party girl. Had never even gone for one. My mum hated them. But I wasn't going to let Covey know that. So instead I walked over to her taking the cart from her and pushing it towards the till. I could feel her eyes burning into my skull as we walked over to pay.
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Lara-Jean. Quiet. Reserved. But most of all, in denial. Covey. Sleeve tattoos and strong desire for her Princess. Two girls. One room. highest ranking- #10 gay