Semua Bab SEDUCED BY MY ROOMMATES: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 51: Barbie Kisses Jasper Again, Now Unsure of What She Wants (Barbie’s POV) --- It had been a long day. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in shades of purple and orange. I sat in my usual spot on the couch, my legs pulled beneath me, eyes glued to the screen of my phone. I had texts from everyone, a constant reminder of how my life felt like it was spiraling in every direction. There was school, and the looming presence of decisions I had yet to make. Then there was Ethan—still trying to worm his way back into my life after everything he and I had been through. But the one text that made my stomach twist wasn’t from him. It was from Jasper. “Hey, you doing okay? I miss you.” I hadn’t replied yet. I was too lost in my own head, thinking about the mess of emotions I’d been hiding for so long. What was it about Jasper that kept pulling me in, no matter how hard I tried to fight it? The chaos we had once shared—his laugh, his easy confidence, the

Chapter 53: The Breaking Point (Barbie’s POV) --- I hadn’t left my room all day. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft, eerie dimness over my bed, desk, and the untouched sketchbook lying open next to me. The pages fluttered slightly from the breeze of the ceiling fan, but I hadn’t moved to close it. I couldn’t. My body felt like it had forgotten how to function. Liam still hadn’t spoken to me. Jasper was texting. A lot. Ethan had tried to check in after our awkward conversation days ago, but I ignored him too. The silence was deafening. Lucy had knocked earlier in the morning, bringing tea and toast, but I didn’t answer. I heard her talking softly through the door, telling me she was here for me when I was ready. Then Dolly had texted to say she loved me and hoped I was okay. But even her bubbly affection couldn’t penetrate the heavy fog sitting on my chest. Lucy stayed with me after Dolly had left. They both said I needed a company, and truth be told, I really ne

Chapter 55: The Sketch (Liam’s POV) --- It started with a mess. I’d been trying to sort through my paintings to decide which ones to keep in the museum display rotation and which ones to pack away. The apartment was filled with canvases—stacked against walls, leaned up by the windows, even some on the floor because I’d run out of space. I told myself I was cleaning, but really, I was hiding. From her. From Barbie. Ever since the kiss at the museum, I’d been a shadow of myself. I hadn’t planned to kiss her. I didn’t go in thinking, today’s the day. It just… happened. Like gravity had tilted in her direction and I couldn’t stop it. But then that artist showed up, and everything shifted. And I panicked. --- Avoiding her was easy in theory. Our schedules were different, and I buried myself in paint and canvases like they were armor. I left the apartment early, came back late, and when we did cross paths, I kept my words brief and my eyes even briefer. Because I didn’t know wha

Chapter 57: Barbie Rejects Ethan for Good The next day, I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was caught in a web of confusion, one I had tangled myself up in over the past few weeks. Ethan had come back into my life, and for a moment, I had felt a flutter of hope. I had imagined that maybe, just maybe, we could start fresh. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple. He had left me. He had chosen Zoe over me. And that wasn’t something I could just forget. Even now, with the weight of his apology hanging in the air, I couldn’t shake the truth that had been lingering beneath the surface all along — he was still with her. He was still tied to a future I had never been a part of. I was sitting on the couch when the doorbell rang, a sound that made my stomach twist. I already knew who it was. My heart sped up, but I refused to let the panic rise. I had made my decision. I had made it clear the night before, but I knew Ethan would be persistent. He didn’t understand how deeply he had h

Chapter 59: Quiet Moments of Happiness, Feels Like the Calm Before the Storm Everything felt calm. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was able to breathe easy. I woke up every morning with a sense of peace that I hadn’t realized I was missing. The mornings had become our time. Liam and I would wake up early, with the soft light of the sun filtering through the blinds, and we would make breakfast together, laughing at silly jokes, and enjoying the simplicity of being in each other’s presence. We’d sit together at the kitchen table, talking about everything and nothing, savoring each moment. I remember one particular morning when the scent of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air. Liam had that look on his face, the one that I now recognized as his “I have a plan” face, as he set down a small plate in front of me with a goofy grin. “What’s this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Pancakes,” Liam said, his voice full of mock innocence. “But with a twist.” I looke