The Roommate

1: The Day I Chose Myself

During my time growing up, I had my parents spoiling me with anything and everything I ever wanted because they believed that doing so would keep me close to home, because they believed that being tough on Isabella is what made her turn on them so early in life. Except it had nothing to do with that, because as the years went on my parents started to argue and I accidentally found out that I was there last-ditch attempt to stay together that was now beginning to fail. I got sick of watching them argue, and even with the constant dangling of expensive items, I left to live with my sister Ariana at the age of 17. That was 4 years ago, so I guess that my impulsiveness is why I am laying in bed, curled up next to some guy named Wyatt, in my bedroom in the four bedroom two bath townhouse on this cold and stormy day, 2 years after my decision to leave my parents six bedroom three bath three story house in the suburbs of Norfolk.

Normally I just ignore guys when I'm out and about downtown, but the night I met Wyatt was something different. He actually listened to me and the fact that he had one hell of a sexy car made things so much easier. Last night we went on our fourth date (one every second night since the night we met), and I decided that he had done enough waiting and allowed him into the house, and then invited him into my bed.

From where I laid, I could hear my roommate Noah, Ariana, and Elena upstairs arguing over how much Ariana and Elena were sick of doing Noah's portion of the house work. Grilling him about why he's never home anymore little do they know, that him never being home had something to do with a little blonde that was two years older than him and lived just across the street in a one-bedroom apartment. All I could do was smirk a little as I think about how this line of questioning would never get the truth out of him. To me, it's funny because after 2 years of living with him they should know this by now but they still insist that this is the best approach.

"What's it to you guys what I'm doing at night?" Noah grumbles loudly, as he stomped down the staircase, each one of his footsteps shaking my pictures on the wall closest to the stairs. That's what made me decided it was time to put an end to it. I quickly jumped out of my queen sized bed, not bothering to grab my clothes off of the floor, I swung the door open, coming face to face with the brown eyed, black haired boy that really looked annoyed, but suddenly starstruck by the fact I was standing in front of him in just some strappy lingerie and a black silk robe, with no shame of how i was currently dressed.

"Noah...when are you going to learn that keeping secrets from your best friend is never smart," I tease as I wrap the black silk robe around my petite frame. "Maybe it's best you stop. So that your annual bitch match comes to an end and I can sleep in with my date," and just like that Wyatt appeared behind me. His torso completely naked showing off his tanned and toned torso. I take a small step forward, my chest a centimeter from his. "I don't normally threaten friends, but if you don't, I'll tell them about your older girlfriend Amelia."

For a moment everyone was quiet, but then the super model of a man, who was stood behind both Noah and I. "Pretty sure you just did." All it took was one word said in annoyance for a secret like that to get out. I froze as I watched Elena and Ariana run down the stairs, pushing me out of the way to the only male roommate in the house. I had no way to excuse what I just did, so instead of sticking around, I slowly melted back into my bedroom, and began to get dressed, making an excuse to Wyatt so that I could get him to leave. It was moments like this that I regret bringing guys home because when I do, things like this seem to happen. So I grab my pajama shorts and cropped button up, I quickly put them on while Wyatt slowly buttoned up his black button up. We didn't talk, and thankfully, he understood. Without any hesitation, Wyatt dressed himself and let me walk him out. As anyone who attempted to be some sort of a gentleman, he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek then left me to deal with the wildness of the people in my house. I gave one final look towards the boy climbing into the newest version of the stingray corvette. If I were being honest, the only reason I approached Wyatt was because of his car but in the end, I really liked who he was as a person.