Novel & Cerita Bad Roommate Victorious

“I can feel it from across the room. Is he secretly murdering you at night or are you guys…” “We’re not anything,” I cut in too fast. “Drop it.” Jordan stares at me. “Wow. Okay. Defensive.” He singsongs. “I’m not defensive.” “You are literally vibrating.” “Jordan, I’m just tired.” He smirks. “Uh‑huh. Tired from what, exactly? Late‑night rooftop sessions with your hot roommate?” My heart stops. “Shut up.” He leans forward, eyes bright with mischief. “Wait. Wait, you did go up there with him, didn’t you?”

Silence descended upon the room after my roommate, Quinn Lawrence, disappeared. I looked at my other two roommates, Rosalie Walters and Tiffany Norton. We tried to push the door open again to no avail. It didn't even budge an inch. My heart hammered wildly in my chest as I looked at the wall of comments before me. A thin layer of sweat beaded across my forehead. I knew without a doubt that the person that the commenters were looking for was me. After I changed majors during my junior year in university, I developed a crush on the campus heartthrob, Seth Sterling.

she asked. I sighed. “Because he’s an idiot who doesn’t want to admit he likes her, too, and he thinks she’ll just always be there. She gets sick of being a doormat, and begins to move on from him onto his roommate.” “Does the roommate like her?” Heather stole some of my Skittles while watching. “Shit!” she giggled when the main girl poked fun at the roommate. “That was hilarious!” “Oh, yeah. This series is Chinese, but I’ve seen some Korean shows that put this one to shame,”

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.

I had to look away. I turned toward the living room where a sloppy game of beer pong was starting up teammates shouting, chanting names, plastic balls pinging off cups. Anything to distract from the fact that my stupid, book-obsessed roommate was messing with my head more than any championship game ever had. He didn’t belong here. Not in this sweaty, reckless, too-loud world. And yet somehow, in the middle of it all, he was the only thing I could see. That scared the hell out of me.

One day, when our other dormmates weren't around, she came over to me with a bottle of water. "Lydia, let's make up. Let's just wipe the slate clean and forget about the past. Look, I even brought you this bottle of water. Drink it," she said sweetly. I took it from her, noticing that the water had a slight yellow tint. I nodded. "Sure." Then, as she watched, I twisted the cap open and took a huge gulp. While she was distracted, I secretly spat all of it back out. Before long, the bottle was empty. At the same time, the way Quinn looked at me grew darker and more vicious.

” He was glad his roommate was a beta, he couldn’t smell Ford at all, but he was fully aware of what was happening. You are boring. . . TBC

“I was worried that you’d run into danger if I left you alone here. What do I find instead? You’re flirting around!” It was Caleb. His first words might have sounded like concern. But what danger could I possibly face on campus? Moreover, David was also my roommate. How could this possibly be counted as flirting? “He’s domineering and controlling!” I thought bitterly. David gave Caleb a ghost of a smile as he looked at him. Their eyes met for a few seconds before David turned to me. “Keep the ointment with you. Remember to apply it a few more times.” I kept quiet. I was worried that Caleb would think up another punishment for me.

"Avis, could you grab my body wash? It’s on my desk. I'm busy showering; I can't go over to get it." On the balcony, my roommate, Linda Lowe, was indulging in her cold shower, basking in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Our dorm wasn’t on a high floor, and anyone passing below could easily glance up to enjoy the view. But Linda didn’t care. Far from it—she seemed to revel in it, swaying her body with exaggerated movements as though she couldn’t wait to flaunt herself.

An argument that culminated in my roommate breaking up with our now-unwelcome guest. In response to getting dumped, the angry blonde told Gray (who, again, was a ten) that she'd come crawling back when she 'needed a good fuck.' She slammed the door on her way out. Once she was gone, I tried to get my roommate to talk to me, but she said she wanted to go to sleep. Barely fighting the impulse to make her stay, I (uselessly) bid her good night. Fully aware that sleep wasn't going to come easy for me after the shit-storm that unfolded, I had a few more drinks alone.