Crush On Roommate Novels & Stories

"Hey! Shut up. I might release him tomorrow. Maybe. Now get out of my room, before I change my mind about it." She stood up and dashed out of the room, but not before thanking me. She seemed innocent, but I just couldn't bring myself to like her. Anytime I saw her, I got reminded of the crush I had for her brother, which seemed weird. They looked so much alike - the fairness, dimples, and several other features. They looked like twins. I snapped out of my thought, when Mina barged into my room, without even knocking and jumped on my bed.

I replied with a smile. "Okay" Sarah said. "FUTA’s cool, a very nice place. It's huge too and the landscape is rather intriguing" I replied staring at the already almost set sun. "Whoa!" Sarah said. "My roommates are weird and I think we might not get along that much" I added. "What do you mean? You've barely spent 24 hours together!” Sarah exclaimed. "Just call it my eighth sense okay?" I said. "Roger that, but none of them are cool?" Sarah asked again.

He asks again. I kiss his still slightly heated cheek. "Very much. I can't wait to show it off to Britney." Britney is my roommate who Nate always cringes about when I tell him about how she is always kicking me out of our dorm room for her nightly hookups with her boyfriend. He will never admit it, but he loves when I girl talk with him. "She will eat her heart out." He seems proud to hear that and kisses my forehead once more before settling back down on the floor to watch the television screen.

But what the hell! “She’s not some rogue, some female! She’s MINE!! Crush has chosen her and that’s it! You fucked up, now you better hope like hell I can at least salvage my relationship with her. I don’t give a shit about you,” he reels, shoving me back and releasing me. I stumble, my hands going to my throat in shock. Before I know it, I’m falling into the couch and actually flipping over it. When my body lands with a thud, I hear the door already slamming shut.

Dax’s POV Being roommates, we started as friends. We go together to play cricket, go shopping, etc. We are afraid of seniors ragging us. So we used to go outside together, or we stayed in our hostel room. Soon in a month soon we became good friends. My roommates were eager to discuss sex, and they described the sexy parts of classmates and argued about who had the best figure. I generally have a shy character, so I don’t involve myself in the discussions most of the time.

“Let's not talk about him anymore. What he does or doesn’t do doesn’t concern me.” “Are you done crushing on him?” “Believe me, if you happen to be taught a lesson from that crush twice, you kinda lose all the lingering affections you might have.” Max winces as she walks with me out the door. “Then you might not like what I am going to say next.” I don’t even blink or feel a crushing emotion when I walk into my dorm room to find that someone else has moved in. Max was right, that guy has gone crazy.

All that was left now was Kavinsky and her matter and she was going to sort that out on Monday. She pulled off her heels and threw them somewhere in the room. She collapsed on the bed with a sigh and fell into deep slumber when her head hit the pillow. * * *

I am tired of all this. By the time the party begins, my mood is already off and doubt if I will be able to enjoy anything here. Not when my roommate's words keep playing in my damn head "I want to have a piece of my delicious snack" I can say those words had very little effect on me that time but when it comes to this time. Just me thinking about any of them makes me so horny. Amy is busy flirting with Carmela and she has no idea what I am going through right now. I decide that one way I have to be steady during this party is first of all have to sort myself once again. Yes..I have been doing that the whole week with my Mind on my hot roommate.

Normally, Tristan would’ve been the unlucky victim of my rant, but the idiot had practically disappeared off the face of the earth. It had been almost a week and the last thing he’d posted on his socials was a picture of himself wearing looe short and no shirt, standing on some ridiculously fancy terrace in freaking Paris with the silhouette of an anonymous guy covering him from behind, leaving me wondering who had managed to tame my wild best friend. “Must be nice.” I sulked. Meanwhile, I was stuck here trying to understand why my roommate had decided to become emotionally available for only one night since we’ve been sharing dorms. By the time classes ended, I was exhausted from sitting an

I really didn’t cheat. Underneath, the chat filled with messages of comfort and outrage. [Hugh, don’t be sad! We all understand! Someone must’ve set you up because you were jealous!] [The more you think about it, the creepier it gets. Edward usually keeps to himself. I never thought he’d be so cunning!] [Framing your own roommate just to secure an admission slot? No matter how good his grades are, his character is trash!] [@Edward Come out and explain yourself! Stop playing dead!]