Roommates (GirlXGirl) ✓

Chapter 7

Lara-Jean

"I hope you're not too scared of horror movies." Cameron said, turning into the parking lot.

"Nah, I actually really like them." I replied truthfully, turning to look at him.

"Well good, at least I have someone to cry on."

I giggled. Cameron was a pretty funny guy. I felt I was gonna enjoy this date. My mind flickered to Covey, I wondered if she liked horror movies. Wait, I was on a date with Cameron. Why on Earth was Covey even crossing my mind? I swallowed hard and turned my attention back to Cameron.

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The movie went by pretty quickly, at some point Cameron reached over and held my hand. They were cold, nothing like Covey's which were warm.

-*_

It was getting dark when I finally arrived back at my dorm.

"Where have you been?"

That was the first thing I heard once I entered my room. Of course, it had come from Covey.

She was seated upright on her bed, watching me as I entered. I wondered how long she had been in that position.

Why did she even care? She wasn't my mum. I definitely was not going to let her act like she was.

"Out."I grumbled, refusing to even look at Covey.

"Where and with who?"

You've got to be kidding me.

I turned to look at her, her green eyes seemed angry and her arms were folded across her chest.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

She looked at me shocked that I had even asked that question, for once I seemed to have caught her off guard. I kind of felt bad.

"I was with my friend, we just went to watch a movie that's all." I murmured, diverting my eyes from her gaze.

She was silent for a while before standing from her bed and taking a few steps towards me, we were inches from each other at this point.

"I just want to know you're safe, that's all." Covey whispered.

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice, she was standing so close to me I could smell her. Unconsciously, I found myself leaning slightly forward.

"Do you want to get something to eat?"

I cleared my throat and clenched my hands at my side, trying to refocus. "Sure."

Covey and I ended up ordering takeout straight to our room. I sat down on my bed to eat, Covey surprised me when she sat right next to me. Probably closer than necessary. But I felt warm. Safe. Comfortable.

"So umm..what's with all the tattoos?" I blurted out then internally cringed.

I didn't know if that was a rude question to ask, but it definitely felt like it. Covey smiled to herself beside me.

"I use them to mark significant moments in my life." Covey replied, angling her head slightly so she was now smiling down at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"You're gorgeous." Covey suddenly whispered.

And I was gone, my head spinning. I looked away from her, looked down at the food in my lap. Why did she make me feel like this? Why was my heart beating so fast. I'm not gay..

I'm not gay.