All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BIANCA They knew. They all knew. The gossip had spread in a single night, and now, every micro-movement throughout Campus felt directed at me. I clutched my bag and kept my eyes on the ground till I crossed the hall, but there was only so much I could do to avoid eyes and lips that followed my every move. “Meet at the café in six” Tiffany's text lit up my phone. No. That's what I should've replied. Two words. Simple too. But even though stepping into the school cafeteria meant meeting the gaze of even more judging faces, Tiffany was pretty much the only person I could speak to right now. Probably the only one that'd believe my side of the story too. “You don't actually believe that post, do you?” I asked. She'd been staring at me the entire time. It started to feel like she thought what everyone else did. “I don't” she crossed her arms in front of her chest then leaned into her seat. “But you should probably explain what's going on.” Tiff and Ellie we

BIANCASteam curled from the bowl of white rice while slices of steak glazed in pepper sauce rested beside it. Roasted potatoes and green beans sat beside the dish, with a glass of red wine completing the table.Dinner was perfect… but untouched. I had no appetite. Not when it was just us two seated at the table. “Are you allergic honey?” Aunt Kim asked. I managed a faint smile before raising my head. “No. Just a little absent-minded.”I should've reached for a spoon after that, but I didn't. Again, just like before, I picked at the plate that slowly got cold.“Hmm” her fork hit the plate with a gentle, clunk, and she raised her head to look at me. “Are you lying?”She sounded serious. I dropped my cutlery too, and tried to return her fixed gaze. “I… it's really not like that, Aunt Kim. I'm just—”“This is about Max, isn't it?”My eyes snapped wide at her words. For a moment, I couldn't even verbalise my thoughts. And at that very second of hesitation, she got her answer. A fa

MAXThere was something different about her tonight. I silently hoped I didn't sound like a creep when I thought it, but the softer look her nightgown gave wasn't even what made it look like she'd changed.Before I could even put a finger on it, the engine revved behind me.My attention whipped back to see the handler's car already dissapearing into the darkness.I turned back to Vanessa, and the soft night winds blew against her hair, picking strands and whipping them over her face. She really did look… Human.Her eyes met mine.Then we both spoke at the same time.“I—”“You—”We stopped.She sighed quietly and rubbed the back of her neck, a little nervous from the looks of things. “You go first.”“No,” I said. “You called this meeting.”She hesitated.For the first time since I’d met her, she actually looked unsure of herself.All this was very new.“That night,” she finally said. “At the party.”Her eyes flickered up to mine.“I owe you an apology.”That…. wasn’t what I expected

MAX “Your suspension's been lifted. Think you can pick me up from school?” I couldn't remember how long I'd been staring at my phone when I got that notification. Ironically, the shocking part wasn't even the message, but who it was from. “How did she… get my number?” I remember muttering. ‘Vanessa Laurent’, the username read. I should've left her on read. Ignored it and written it off as a glitch or some sort of joke to crack the ice from her end. But that thought lasted until the deposit hit my account. Five hundred dollars to pick her up, and another pending transaction of five hundred when I dropped her off at home. You… can't be serious. “Vanessa, What's the meaning of this?” Her eyes didn't leave the notebook. She sat in the library, one hand fondling the pages of a novel I didn't bother hard enough to decipher, the other scribbling on the note beside her. “You're early” she said. “That's nice.” My brows knit together but I subdued the irritation to let

BRIAN I caught a note that smelled misplaced. A warm vanilla and patchouli balance crumpled by the borders of innocence. My eyes followed its trail, shifting to the door slightly ajar… and there she stood. Paralysed by shock. Or was that fear? Not sure, but it caught my attention either way. I stepped towards the door and the moment her eyes settled on me, I was sure. It was fear. “What the fuck are you doing here, Bianca?” She stumbled back, spluttering the words before they even had the chance to roll down her tongue. “I… I uh… I heard… someone… in trouble. I thought—” “In trouble?” I pushed the door further open, and her scent crawled deeper into my lungs. “Is that what you heard?” Her lips quivered. Her legs were shaking with a jitter that almost made me acknowledge it. “I…” Her voice thinned. “I shouldn’t be here.” “No,” I agreed quietly. “You shouldn't. Now leave.” Her back met the wall behind her, but her eyes didn't drift off the sight in f