All Chapters of My Roommate is a Boy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

TAYLORMy mind was spinning with every way I could solve this mess with Vanessa. River didn't seem the least bothered by the situation. After we ate the dinner she ordered, she made her way back into my room, which we had been sharing. I let out a sigh of relief because it felt like someone had snatched my heart out of my chest when she moved out. "Aren't you coming to bed?” she asked, standing by the door in nothing but an oversized t-shirt. I wanted to jump on her, but not after a long fight like this. I knew it was wrong for me to. I needed to work my way back into her heart as slowly as I could. “I am," I said, getting out of bed. While River slept off in the bed beside me, I contemplated trying to find the right way to handle Vanessa's situation. I didn't want to act rashly and affect the showcase at the end of the semester, and I was not ready to give up on my lead role just because she couldn't take no for an answer. I knew I had to speak with her and set the record strai

RIVER“River? "Fancy seeing you here," Vanessa called to me from behind before I could get into the theatre. I was here to find Taylor; Caleb already had the go-ahead for our plans, and since we now had a backup, we decided to have the post go live. She catwalked and stood in front of me. One had on her wrist the elbow of the other on that arm as she threw it around almost carelessly. “What are you doing here?” she asked, blinking rapidly. We were the only ones in the hallway, which meant she could do something strange and try to spin the story on me. I looked around for any cameras and only relaxed when I saw one in the corner. "None of your business, Vanessa." I was not here so she could bully me, and I was not going to allow her to push Taylor into a fake relationship with her just because. “Well, it's my business because, you see, I have won." She took a strand of her hair and twirled it between her fingers as she grinned widely. “Congratulations on your win," I said, tryi

RIVERThe semester flew by faster than I thought after the first two weeks of chaos were over. Vanessa didn't come back after her suspension. She ahhed and gloated that she was transferring abroad, but everyone knew she was too ashamed to face the rest of her team members, and the guarantee that they would ever welcome her back was slim, so she took the right path. I was seated in the front row while Taylor was on stage with the new lead – Sarah. She was the unproblematic and humble girl who took Vanessa's part. She was talented, and watching her with Taylor on stage didn't make me nervous. In fact, it made me feel secure to see that he was just acting with her. The emotions were real, and once again, I was seeing how good he was on stage. I was busy putting the final touches on our first draft. That semester had included Caleb and me spending late nights together. We had found other students who were interested in the topic and turned it into a funny study group project. Our pr

RIVERThe high-end restaurant that Taylor's father had reserved. The kind that required you to have a membership to get in. Yet Noah and Hendrix stack three tables together and put chairs around them. I had never thought that I would find such a big family when I came to school here. I was sure I would be a nobody who would do well in school and give the valedictorian speech on graduation day, while thinking every other person who didn't have a good enough grade was just not good enough. I found friends, a family and even a super-perfect boyfriend. Taylor was seated between his mother and me, but still he couldn't take his eyes off his father, who was seated next to mine. My father was suddenly a chatterbox who knew quite a lot about Taylor and was ready to share with him. “I tell you the boy is a star," he bragged while taking a sip from his wine glass. At the end of the table, Elise and Hendrix are seated beside each other, engrossed in a more serious conversation than the on

RIVERMy fingers were itching to see what Taylor had written in his letter, but I waited until the seatbelt sign went off and the plane was not cruising at the altitude he intended for me to read it. I pulled it out with shaky hands and began to read each folded line with pain and subtle understanding. Each word felt like a tribute to a part of us that we lost during that ridiculous fight. He dated every time he penned down a few words. Every word he couldnt say because i was too busy trying to pay him back to even see how much he was hurtingIt felt like I was peering into his soul and a timeline or diary where he recorded every single emotion he felt and why he felt it. ‘I don't want to stand on stage if she won't be clapping for me.’ I read those words over and over again. I reached out to him across the armrest and intertwined our fingers. He was pretending to be engrossed in the flight magazine, but I could feel his trembling hands against mine and how he tried not to look up