Roommate - S01 E38

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Roommate - S01 E38

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

Nicole

Watching Blake dance with another girl made me more uncomfortable than I would like it to. Especially when she went to twerk on him. Not to mention the stupid bit of happiness I felt when he backed away before she could even rub up on him. The fact that he caught me staring was also a lot more embarrassing than I thought it'd be.

I already hated being here.

I also didn't think the skirt for Velma was as short as it was. I felt exposed. I would've hoped the socks were at least thigh highs to cover more of my legs, but they only reached under my knee. But at least the shirt covered my entire top half. Guess we couldn't have everything we wanted in life.

Sneaking another look at the dance floor, I noticed Blake wasn't with the girl anymore and my eyes scanned the entire room for him. He wasn't hard to miss with the ghostface mask resting at the top of his head and the all black outfit.

He knew what he was doing by having his abs exposed and blood splattered all over them. I hated him because he knew he was hot. Hated him more because he had me trapped in his web.

The worst part was that I didn't even wanna get out of it.

"Who are you looking for?" Patricia slurred a bit as she downed the rest of her drink before ordering us two more. "Potential future man, perhaps?"

I snorted, tipping the rest of my drink into my mouth. It filled my cheeks and I probably looked silly swallowing it in three separate gulps.

The aftertaste of the tequila invaded my mouth and I grimaced a bit, needing to wash it away.

Turning towards the guy in charge of the drinks, I asked him for a water and he paused the preparation of our drinks to fish one out of a cooler before handing it to me, going right back to pouring and mixing after.

I wasted no time in unscrewing the top before chugging half of it, going as far as swishing the water before swallowing.

When our next drink was ready, Pat handed one to me and tapped her cup with mine before chugging it all in one go. My eyes widened as I just watched her before shrugging and doing the same, grimacing again.

A bit grossed out because I wasn't deep enough where it tasted like water yet, I downed the rest of my water, swishing again.

Patricia had already drank way more than I had, because I decided I wanted to take it slow tonight. If I was honest, I didn't feel safe to get drunk while I wore such a short skirt. The spandex shorts underneath didn't make me feel the least bit safer. Considering they barely even covered my ass as well.

I shouldn't have trusted Patricia to pick out my costume. I was starting to think she picked the shortest skirt on purpose to match the short dress she picked for her own costume.

I looked away from Patricia for a bit to try and look for Blake again, only to turn around and see her sucking faces with a guy I'd never seen before. Hell, I didn't think she even knew who he was.

If that was her way to try and move on from her crush, she was gonna regret it by tomorrow.

Seeming to figure that out on her own, she ended up pushing him away from her and took my hand before walking away from the bar, where the guy was standing dumbfounded. She was groaning the entire time she was dragging me behind her, rubbing her temples with her free hand.

On our way up the stairs, I caught sight of Blake's costume from the corner of my eye and tried to see what he was doing, but Patricia pulled on my hand to rush me before I could have a proper look. Guess I could figure it out after our bathroom break.

Once we were locked inside the bathroom, she pressed her hands against the sink and hung her head, groaning loudly. "I fucking hate this, Nicole."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched a drop of water fall into the sink. "Hate what?"

"I hate loving a man who doesn't think I'm worth a fight."

Now I was really confused. "A fight?"

She lifted her head and I noticed the drop of water wasn't even water. She was crying. Seeing someone who was always so happy cry was weird.

Her eyes were a lot more vibrant and blue with the contrast of her strawberry blonde wig. And the tears made them look like they were sparkling. Like the sun shining on the surface of the ocean.

She was beautiful, and she really didn't deserve to cry over someone who clearly loved her back, but something was holding him back. She deserved someone who didn't hesitate to be with her. Not even a little.

"I know he loves me. He has told me. But his friendship with Blake is far more important to him than I ever will. That hurts way worse than if he didn't even like me back." She sniffled and rushed to get some toilet paper to dab the inner corners of her eyes, soaking up the rest of her tears before they could mess up her makeup. "I could at least accept someone not liking me back."

Him loving her back was obvious to anyone, and I understood friendship and loyalty was important. But what was the issue about them being together? Why would that even be something Justus avoided around Blake?

"I'm still confused about the fight part, I'm not gonna lie."

She mustered a short laugh as she fixed her lashes in the mirror. "Back in high school, he used to be a whore just like Blake. A bit worse, honestly." She unzipped her bag and brought out her powder for a quick touch up as she continued, "We had a thing back in high school behind Blake's back where he took my virginity. We almost got caught by Blake once, and he gave up on me. Way too easily, might I add. Friendship is more important to him, I guess."

That was... tough. I could understand her pain and resentment. But I could also understand Justus and wanting to stay loyal to Blake.

"What hurts more is that I think he regrets ever being with me. Because I'm just something he feels guilty of."

"I'm sorry you feel like that, I can't even imagine what you go through everytime you see him."

She dabbed a few more tears away before powdering her nose. "Having to pretend I don't want him around Blake is too hard. I'm sure he knows how I feel about him because I don't do a very good job at hiding it. He's the first and only guy I've ever loved or... been with."

Now I was shocked. I thought maybe she was like her brother. She had the beauty to get it whenever and from whoever she wanted. Went to show that siblings could look alike, but be completely different. While Blake was out taking advantage of his looks, Patricia only wanted it from one guy.

Closing her powder with a loud click, she turned to me and fixed my short wig before smiling at me. "You're so pretty."

I frowned a bit as I met her eyes. Compliments coming from pretty girls felt a lot more special than when a guy said anything. It just wasn't something I expected her to say to me at all. Heck, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever met. It was hard to believe she didn't look down at every girl she met. Cause no one would measure up. Yet here she was calling me pretty.

"Thank you," was all I mustered to say.

Seeming happy with how my wig looked, she looked back into the mirror to fix her own wig. Her eyes met mine through the mirror. "By the way, is Blake still bothering you? I can make him stop if you want me to."

My cheeks burned up. How the hell was I supposed to lie to her face and say he stopped, so she didn't have to bother. I was sure she knew her brother enough to know he wouldn't stop on his own. I was also sure he would've still kept trying if I hadn't given in already.

Fuck. That was an awkward question.

I decided to just go with a shrug. "Honestly I learned to tune him out."

She smacked her lips together after reapplying her lipstick, an amused smile tugging the corner of her lips up. "Classic skill everyone eventually learns around him," she giggled. "He can be a little much sometimes, so it's a necessary skill to have."

I nodded, thankful the topic changed. I really couldn't lie to save my life.

"Okay, I'm almost done," she said as she took something else out of her bag. "You can start heading out now."

Wanting to see what the culprit of our conversation was doing while we were gone, I did as told, descending the stairs before she could change her mind.

My heart dropped when I saw a girl clinging onto a guy with a ghostface mask by the back door, looking like she was enjoying having his tongue tickling the back of her throat. I couldn't see his face, but I just knew the asshole was enjoying himself just as much.

I felt like I was gonna throw up.

"You look sick," a voice chuckled as they pulled me in by my waist. "Have too much to drink?"

I swallowed hard as I looked up, ready to punch whoever dared put their hands on me. Except the face I saw had me choking on my words, and the fist I had ready to punch through their face froze mid air.

Blake bounced his eyes between my face and my hand before grabbing it and slowly pulling it down. Locking eyes with me, he placed my hand on his bloody abs and I willingly spread my fingers apart to have the full experience. The cocky smirk that grew on his face was worth it for once.

Two problems: one, Patricia was right behind me and was about to see that I was basically pulling a Justus, risking our friendship for a fling; two, the ghostface tickling a random girl's throat could only be one other person, and Patricia did not need to see that either.

Getting knocked out of the trance Blake somehow put me in, I pulled my hand away and ditched him to run back up the stairs. Patricia was halfway down the steps before I grabbed her arm and pulled her back up. She allowed me to drag her when she saw I was in a rush.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to pee!"