Roommate - S01 E37

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Roommate - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

Blake

"You fucking asshole!" Patricia punched Justus as he laughed, removing the ghostface mask he snuck up on her with to scare her. The prop knife he had on her neck also got retreated, while she shot daggers at him with her eyes.

If looks could kill, she'd do a way better job than the plastic knife he was holding.

"Sorry, Pat," my best friend chuckled. "Just got the package and wanted to try it on."

"Yeah, yeah." She then turned to me. "I need you to get out."

I raised a brow at her. "You're kicking me out of my own room?"

"I'm kicking you both out," she clarified as she bounced her eyes between Justus and I. "My roommate is sleeping, so I can't take Nicole to my room to change and get ready."

"Change in the bathroom."

Her eyes turned to slits as she glared at me, hands on her hips. Here we go. "Can't you be a gentleman for once?"

Nicole snorted from her spot on the bed and pretended it was a sneeze when I looked over at her, rubbing under her nose as she sniffled. Keeping up the act that she was innocent, she met my eyes and smiled, going back to her book as if nothing even happened.

If Pat and Justus weren't here, I would've attacked her with tickles until it turned sexual. Slowly putting my hands up her shirt as she tried her best to get out of my grasp.

Clearing my throat, I turned to walk out of the room. Maybe it was best not to think about that while my sister was around.

Justus followed after me as Patricia waved goodbye at us, setting the box she brought with her on Nicole's bed.

• • •

The moment Justus said he didn't feel like drinking tonight, I went straight for the bar and downed my first three shots, happy that I wouldn't have to babysit anyone.

If I got fucked up, it wouldn't be a problem because all I had to do was go to my room. It was my house anyway, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.

It was a bit annoying having to lift the ghostface mask every time I wanted to drink anything. But one thing was forsure, the ladies were eating it up.

Crazy how many girls had a mask kink. And kind of weird. But hey, who was I to judge.

Lifting the mask to the top of my head, I checked the time on my phone as I took another swig from the red solo cup in my hand, frowning at how late it already was. It wasn't strange for Patricia to be late, therefore it wasn't weird for Nicole to be late, but they were really running late this time.

Unless they were already here and I just hadn't noticed. It didn't help that I didn't even know what the fuck they were wearing. Patricia didn't want to tell me what they ended up picking. Said it would be a surprise.

I hated surprises.

My eyes scanned around the room of masked or heavily painted faces, and was only left more confused. How the fuck was I supposed to find them if what they chose to wear required a mask.

It was like a game of Where's Waldo: level extreme.

Deciding it was best to text and ask if they were here yet, I unlocked my phone to text Nicole. Since I knew Patricia would only snap at me for being impatient. Anyone would be impatient when she took that long for everything.

"Liver alone," a masked idiot spoke as he watched me text from over my shoulder. "They're not here yet."

I turned to my best friend, hitting send anyway. "How do you know?"

"Because I don't see a Daphne or a Velma anywhere in this house." He replied as if it were obvious. "Do you?"

So it was okay for him to know what their costumes would be, but not me? That girl's crush had got to go away already. She always prioritized him over me. It was getting ridiculous.

I knew it was childish, but he didn't deserve my sister anyway.

My phone dinged with a response and I looked back down to see a picture of my sister applying mascara. In the pic, I could see a bit of Nicole in the mirror and Justus watched as I zoomed into the pic like a creep, making Nicole take up most of my screen.

"If you zoom in any closer, we're gonna see her pores. Relax."

Another ding had me swiping away from the pic to read her follow up message.

Nicole: She said mascara was her last step, but who knows

• • •

I had stopped drinking temporarily to be able to notice when Patricia and Nicole finally arrived to the party. The moment I saw a fake redhead and a brunette, I pushed through the crowd to check if it was them.

Patricia smiled at me, as if she didn't break a record for the longest she had taken getting ready. "Hi."

"Hi?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "What the fuck took you so long?"

She rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore me as she grabbed Nicole's hand and pulled her deeper into the party, in the direction of the bar. Nicole didn't even look at me.

What was wrong now?

Confused, I followed them to the bar and got another drink for myself. I wasn't sure how to start a conversation, so I just sipped my drink slowly as I watched her over the rim of the cup.

She was really avoiding my eyes.

I knew Patricia didn't want anything to happen between us, but I doubted she'd say something to her to make sure nothing ever did. But maybe she did.

I understood if she was scared if Pat told her I've broken many hearts, or if she told her I never ever settled, but it wasn't something I hid. If anything, Nicole knew all that since the very beginning. Hell, she avoided getting too close to me for weeks.

Patricia handed Nicole her drink and she wasted no time in chugging it. As she turned to order another straight after, I took the time to check out her costume.

The orange skirt didn't do much to cover her round ass, if anything the skirt was a lot shorter in the back than in the front. I was a hundred percent certain that wasn't how it was manufactured. She just had that much ass. It required more material to cover it up.

Realizing I might've been staring too hard, I brought the mask back down to my face to shield my face from wandering eyes. The last thing I needed was to be seen as the creepy guy watching a girl for too long.

I'd ask what was wrong when I was alone with her. For now, I'd let her enjoy the party.

"Blake!"

As I went to turn around towards the voice that called me, I noticed Nicole quickly looked up as well, looking at the girl running up to me. Shit. I didn't have time to turn anyone down right now.

I also had no idea who she even was or why she was here. Did I know her before tonight?

She beamed up at me in her revealing pirate costume. "Dance with me?"

My only question was how did she notice me after I put my mask on? Unless she was watching me and just now decided to have enough courage to come up to me.

The way she swayed signified she was a few drinks in, and I figured the drinks helped give her confidence to finally come up to me and ask. Now I felt bad saying no. I'd just destroy all that courage.

Figured it wouldn't hurt to just dance one song with her. "Sure, but I'm not much of a dancer."

Her smile only grew. Felt like her face would split if she made it any wider. "That's okay!"

Taking my hand, she led me to the dance floor and I pulled the mask back to the top of my head when I felt how hot the dance floor was. All the sweaty bodies combined with the drinks I had made it feel like a sauna.

I wasn't even sure what song was playing, but I just went to the beat and hoped I didn't look ridiculous. And when she turned around to rub her ass on me, I quickly backed up and looked towards where Nicole was.

She was watching, but she quickly looked away and sipped her drink when I met her eyes. I wasn't exclusive when I had sex. I never was. But with her, I just knew my chances to ever have her again were done if she were to see me with anyone else.

I wasn't trying to fuck up something good so soon.