All Chapters of SEDUCED BY MY ROOMMATES: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

To say that Zoe was getting under my nerves was an understatement.It started with a smile.Not the kind that made you feel warm or wanted—but the kind that made you feel like you were walking straight into a trap. Zoe's smile was polished, professional, and painfully perfect. Like porcelain. Like she practiced it in the mirror every morning until it could disarm a room. So dum.I first saw it Monday morning, at the lockers near the art wing."Barbie," she chirped, her voice as sugary as the strawberry glaze on the donuts Ms. Graham sometimes brought in on Fridays. "You're back!" Was I dead before?I blinked. She stood beside Ethan, fingers laced with his, dressed in her basketball outfit, and her ponytail. Looking at her right now, makes me hate basketball as a sport. I tried not to look at Ethan. Tried not to notice how his eyes flicked up at me the moment he heard my name. Or how his fingers didn't quite curl back around hers the way they used to with me."Yeah," I said slowly. "Go

It was Tuesday morning and I have fine arts firstly. I walked towards the art room, and the art room was already buzzing with excitement before I even stepped in. The scent of acrylic paint and graphite filled the air, and the soft hum of chatter and creative tension vibrated through the space. Mr. Hewitt stood at the front of the class with his usual crooked smile and paint-splattered jeans, holding a large folder and a clipboard."Today, I want each of you to create something from the heart," he announced, his voice echoing against the high ceiling. "You have until the bell rings at the end of the day. The most compelling piece will be sponsored by the school for a feature in the Andover City Museum. The winner will be announced tomorrow morning."A low gasp rippled across the room. I blinked, my heart flipping.A feature in the city museum?This was the kind of opportunity that could shape a career. Or at least give it a mighty boost. I wasn't really good in art, but I'd give it my

Chapter 45: A Near KissThe apartment was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The sounds of brushes and paint splattering on canvas were all that filled the air. Liam had been working on his art for days now, preparing the final pieces to display in the museum. Today, however, he had been a little more distracted than usual. I could tell because his brush strokes were uneven, and his focus wavered from time to time. I hadn’t expected to spend the day here, but when I’d offered to help him, he’d reluctantly agreed.“You really think you can help me?” he asked, eyeing me skeptically as I set my things down next to him. His dark brown eyes, always intense, were focused on the canvas. He had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was constantly being analyzed, almost like he was trying to figure me out.“Of course,” I said, smiling as I rolled up the sleeves of my sweater. “I’m sure we’ll make a masterpiece together.”Liam’s lips twitched into a half-smile, the kind that wa

Today was Saturday, the day Liam was supposed to go display his art works at the museum. He asked me to come with him which I agreed willingly. When we got to the museum, the museum was quieter than I expected. Morning sunlight filtered through the glass-paneled ceiling, giving everything a soft glow. I followed Liam through the wide hallway, his hand occasionally brushing against mine, sending jolts of something warm and electric through me. He looked calm, collected—but I knew him well enough now to catch the nervous flicker in his eyes. Any one would be nervous in this situation. “I still can’t believe they let me exhibit here,” Liam said, his voice low and unsure. “It doesn’t feel real.”“You deserve it,” I told him honestly. “Every piece you made…it’s a part of you.”He glanced at me, and his lips curved into a shy smile. “Coming from you, that means everything.”I bit the inside of my cheek, my stomach twisting as we walked past a line of frames, his art displayed proudly on

Barbie's POV I was really hungry when I woke up today. So I went downstairs to get something to eat. Thank God it was the weekend, cus I didn't feel like going school today, if it was a school day. The moment I stepped out of my room, I could feel the tension in the air. Then I knew something was wrong. I heard Ethan get back yesterday, i just hope he would avoid me, i don't want early morning drama. He was already waiting in the living room, sitting on the couch like he had something heavy weighing on him. His elbows were resting on his knees, and his eyes looked like he hadn’t slept in days. My stomach twisted. What was he doing here? I thought he was now leaving with his mum. "Barbie," he said quietly, standing when he saw me.I crossed my arms, not sure what to expect."I broke up with Zoe."I blinked. Just like that? No lead-up? No explanation?He stepped closer, eyes pleading. "It’s over. I told her it wasn’t real. That I couldn’t pretend anymore."I held his gaze, trying to