Roommate - S01 E42

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Roommate - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

Blake

I felt awful for what Nicole had to go through just because an asshole didn't know how to control his girlfriend. As if it was my fault she threw herself at me and didn't tell me she had a boyfriend. How the hell was I supposed to know she was taken.

Maybe he should've just kept his girl in check instead of coming for me. I don't purposely sleep with girls who are taken. I despise cheaters.

Now I was just upset I didn't ask for a name. Not that I planned to sleep with anyone else, but just so that I could avoid the girl. I wanted nothing to do with her.

Nicole was still in the bathroom. She went straight into the shower after it all happened, and I didn't even blame her. I had no clue what they did to her, but seeing her ripped shirt was enough to know he touched her in ways she didn't welcome him to.

I wanted nothing but to chase after him and beat him to a pulp, but I knew better than to leave Nicole alone in a room she just got assaulted in. I wouldn't be surprised if she felt unsafe in here. I felt like a dick for avoiding her now.

I was doing it for a reason I felt was valid, but now I wasn't so sure. Avoiding my problems never went the way I wanted them to. I didn't know why I thought it would be different this time.

Feelings were scary, sure, but they couldn't be as scary as what Nicole just had to go through. A bunch of unknown men entering her room against her will and saying things I didn't want to imagine. Touching her in ways only I wanted to be able to do.

Now I doubted she'd even let me get close to her.

From my spot on the ground, I heard the water turn off and the shower door open. Standing, I dusted my butt off and went to lay on my bed so she wouldn't know I was just listening to her cry. I was just hearing to make sure she didn't do anything to hurt herself.

Not that I assumed she would, but I preferred to be safe.

My phone lit up with a text from Patricia and my eyebrows furrowed when I read what she said:

What the fuck did you do now?

Sending a quick what, I looked up at Nicole when she opened the door and frowned when I saw how red and puffy her eyes were. She avoided my eyes, but I could see.

She picked out her clothes in silence before walking back into the bathroom to change into them. She was getting distant again, and although I didn't blame her, I didn't quite like it either.

"Nicole," I attempted to try and fix it when she walked back out fully dressed. I wanted to fix it. Even if just a little.

She shook her head, looking like she was holding back more tears.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

I knew she heard me when a single tear slid down her cheek. A knock on the door had me standing up ready to fight while she instinctively ran back into the bathroom.

I hated that I was kind of the reason for that.

Opening the door a little, I peeked out and sighed when I saw Patricia's angry face. With a huff, she pushed the door open wide and smacked my arm.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

She smacked it again, harder that time. "What did you do now?"

With the sound of my sister's voice, Nicole walked back out and into the open arms of my sister. Pat smoothed down her wet hair as Nicole laid her head on her chest, her eyes closed and another tear sliding over the bridge of her nose.

"I didn't do anything."

Pat sighed. "There has to be a reason Nicole doesn't want to sleep here."

"Well, shit, I wouldn't either if a group of men forced their way in here with me, sis."

My sister froze and pulled away from Nicole, keeping her at arms length as she eyed her from head to toe. "What? Baby, are you okay?"

Nicole nodded, her lips pressed into a tight line. She hadn't spoken a word since the guys were here.

I watched both Nicole and my sister walk out of my room, and somehow I knew she wouldn't be back in here at all.

I already missed her.

•••

"So she's gone?" Justus asked as he tried to make sense of the entire story. "Who even was the guy?"

"Hell if I know. I don't even know who his girl was." I scoffed, downing the rest of my beer in one go. Alcohol fixed problems. Temporarily but I was okay with temporary. "Everyone I've slept with are single. You and I both know I hate cheaters."

"Hence why I'm confused." He handed me a freshly opened bottle when he saw me set down the empty one and took a swig with me. "I'm sorry, man. I could see you care about Nicole."

"I think I'm falling for her."

The beer that was in his mouth was no longer in his mouth, but all over my shirt. If I knew the news would be that shocking I would've waited for him to swallow before saying it.

"Hold up," he patted his chest as he coughed. "You think what?"

"I know." I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. He coughed again. "I know."

"Well, shit." He grimaced as he took another sip from his bottle. "Kind of shit timing, don't you think?"

"You're telling me."

Though I knew Justus was supportive in everything I did, I knew for a fact this was something he couldn't help me with. I tried to avoid my feelings and something happened that will now force me to ignore them.

The last thing she needed was for me to confess when she probably felt hate towards me for whatever those guys told her about me.

She knew me better than anyone, apart from Justus and my sister. She knew my soft side. The side I promised myself I'd never show anyone ever again.

She brought out the best in me.

As suspected, she hadn't even walked into our dorm in the last two nights. If she needed anything, it was Patricia that retrieved it for her.

I tried visiting her in Pat's room to check up on her but my own sister restricted me from doing so. Nicole needed space and I knew she did, but I just wanted to make sure she was at least okay.

I had to settle with just having my sister's word telling me she was fine. All she needed was space.

"Well, are you planning to ever tell her?"

"I can't even get close to her."

"Right," he offered me another beer even though I hadn't finished the one I had yet, but I took it as an opportunity to chug the rest before drinking from the new one. "You're gonna need a lot of these then."

"Before I start crying like a bitch please."

He chuckled, but there was a hint of pity in his eyes. He knew I would if I was too deep into it. Thankfully the feelings were barely starting. I was still fine. For the most part.

Truly, it just sucked.

We were gonna spend the rest of the night trying to finish a thirty-six pack of beer by ourselves. Considering we were already almost halfway done, I didn't doubt we would.

I was missing Nicole a little extra tonight, and that was just because she left her almost finished book on the desk we shared. The bookmark was sticking out at the top of the pages and I found it familiar at first glance. When I opened the book, I realized she used one of the wrappers from when we would go out for snacks as a bookmark.

I was reminded of all the nights we spontaneously went out for snacks.

Along with those memories came with all the ones I had her under me or on top of me. How her wild hair only got wilder after we spent hours sweating. How her eyes watered because of how good she felt.

I also just missed her talking to me and just sitting or laying in the same room as me. I missed her presence and everything about her. It was as if she tattooed her spot in my head and I had no access to get rid of her. I wasn't sure it was love, but I didn't doubt it was close to being just that.

It probably would never get to that point anymore anyway.

It seemed like tonight was just going to be a night of chugging every beer until I forgot about her. Even if it was temporary.

I was used to temporary.