Bad Roommate Victorious Novels & Stories

Then things would fall into place for me. "Come on; it'll be fun." She pushed out her bottom lip. Eden was the most adorable roommate a girl could ask for, the square-framed glasses sealing the deal. How could I possibly say no to that face? "Okay, let's go. But if a belligerent frat boy barfs all over my outfit, you're doing my homework for a week." "Deal." "Vargas. Summers. Is there something more interesting you'd like to share with the class? Because you're not paying attention to today's lesson?" His brown eyes became stormy, pinning us in place.

Raymond gave him a cold look. “You seem proud of that.” “I was curious.” “And?” “She met Richard Hale.” That name again. Raymond’s expression changed slightly. Victor noticed. “You remember him, don't you?” “Of course I remember him.” Richard Hale had once believed he could challenge Stewart Crown Resorts. He learned otherwise. Victor folded his arms, and continued. “The woman stayed with him for almost forty minutes. They spoke privately. He gave her an envelope.” “You don’t know what was inside.”

A giant crack ran down the middle, painted fresh red. Subtle. A girl bounded down the grand staircase (curls the color of midnight, eyes like starfire, Crescent Academy crest on her blazer). She took one look at me, squealed, and launched herself straight into my arms. “You’re real!” she said into my shoulder. “I thought the footage was doctored. Hi, I’m Liora Voss, but everyone calls me Li, and I’ve been assigned as your roommate, which is perfect because I already stole the bigger bed but I’ll trade for first shower privileges—”

Clutching her phone, she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom. From outside, I could vaguely hear her making a complaint call. Her voice was nothing like usual—pinched and cloying, unpleasant to listen to. Grinding her teeth, Joey dropped back into her chair. The other roommate, Carmen Radler, asked worriedly, "She isn't really dating Nick, is she? We really can't afford to offend someone like him." Joey snorted. "So what if she is? We're in the right—what's there to be afraid of? Does he really think he can bend the law? We got into this university on our own merit!"

NOAH And the crowd goes wild for the fifth time today. Five-Three, baby. “We fucking did it,” Lucas loud voice booms across the rink, all laughter as he grabs Theo in a bone crushing hug for scoring the final goal. I try not to roll my eyes at how obvious he’s been. “We fucking won, honey.” Theo lets out a hearty laugh as the others jump on him. All but me. At what point in time will it be safe to say my roommate has returned to his favorite activities? Ignoring me, making me feel shitty, or maybe both without actually coming close to me.

My roommate was staying over at her boyfriend's house for the weekend and so she wasn't going to come back today. "You... You can't be here. This is a girl's dorm!" I argued, closing the door behind me. "I see. You're movie sick." He chuckled, picking up my iPad. I snatched it away from him, dropping it on my dresser. "You have to leave or else -" "You'd place a call and get me thrown out. Sure, give it a try." He folded his arms. "Call my coach's wife who let me in here to get my date."

They wouldn't stop smiling all day. I got to my dorm, and my folks kept helping me unpack. They even gave my roommates our hometown's specialties. My roommate recognized me. "Hey, I know you. You're the top scorer who nearly got his spot stolen, aren't you?" I nodded. My roommate was furious on my behalf. "I worked my ass off to get a spot in Greatpeak. If someone tried to steal this from me, I'm going to rip their heads off!" I smiled. "There was an attempt, but it failed."

My roommate stiffens instantly, and then I tell him everything. The confrontation. The tension. The fight in the rain. The way it escalated from words to fists… from fists to something far worse. The moment Xavier stepped in. The look in his eyes. The knife. The pain. I don’t skip anything. By the time I’m done, the room feels heavier… like the air itself has thickened. My roommate is silent, too silent, then…. “What the hell is wrong with that guy?!” he explodes suddenly, making me flinch slightly.

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while