Psycho Roommates Novels & Stories

Marcus said. I dropped my phone on the table when what he said made me recall the freshmen. No wonder I could not get a roommate after asking at least twenty people. What was I supposed to do now? I could not accept his idea about asking Alex Gray to share his apartment with me. He would not even agree to it anyway. Alex was the definition of cool. He could never have a roommate like me who was the opposite of cool whatever that word was. Plus, I did not feel like I was ready to be subjected to having to witness Alex get it in with different girls every night. I cannot stand that.

Alex was sitting on his bed, pretending to study for his Intro to Psych midterm, when Kai walked into the room. It was a Thursday night, around eight o'clock. Their other roommate, Jake, was at the library, and the small dorm room was quiet except for the hum of the mini fridge and the distant sound of music from the floor below.

’ As soon as the class ended, which took longer than usual (not that it mattered because I did not pay the slightest attention to what was going on), I walk to the offices. I find the one that said Campus warden and walk in. There were 2. A male and a female. “Do you need something?” She asked as she chewed on a cheese string, her legs sitting on the desk as she laid back on her chair. “Yes, well, I, uh.. I.. there’s a guy in my room. He says he is my roommate I was wondering if a girl could shift in my room instead? Isn’t there a workaround here?” I ask nervously. She looks like she could yell at me at any time. Both of them were definitely in their mid thirties.

I’ve waited weeks to get this tea. “Urghhh. Worst roommate I’ve had in my entire academy life. That witch turned my room into a battlefield. Constant drama.Good riddance.” Okaaaay? Hailey and Eva were roommates? That explains so much. And maybe… more than roommates? Goddess, it’s like everyone at this academy signed a confidentiality pact. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say softly. “But like—how bad was it that they had to remodel the whole dorm system? Couldn’t they just, like, separate you?”

I lay back on my bed and switched off the bedside lamp, my eyes scanning the darkness as my thoughts ran wary. Lisa woke me up again, loud pop music blasting through the room from her Bluetooth speaker. “Is it a crime to have a roommate?” I asked, tuning down the volume. “What’s up, Mrs. Aldwin?” she asked, giving me a funny look. I buried my face in my hands, laughing hard at her joke. She laughed too. “So you have an appointment with ‘Danees’? That’s some next-level Ish.” “Remind me again,” I said, buzzing with excitement.

We now even regularly held 'mindless movie marathons' to de-stress together. Bottom line, I liked Gray a lot, so despite the fact that it used to drive me nuts whenever I was forced to block out late-night sex noises... Right now, the sounds of pleasure echoing through Apartment 202's walls and seeping into my room weren't bothering me. I wrote those off with an amused smile and drowned them out with my headphones. My roommate was in her mid-twenties. She should be allowed to have noisy sex with her girlfriend without worrying about the world outside her bedroom.

Ava Jack’s dorm suite looked like the after photo in a “Clean Your Room, Save Your Life” motivational post. There were two beanbags, three actual chairs, a mini fridge crammed with energy drinks and a shelf that bent under the weight of used anatomy textbooks. The walls were lined with the kind of posters you ordered off social media at two in the morning—half motivational, half ironic. A whiteboard by the door listed a rotating menu of “Roommate Rules,” most of which were variations on “Don’t fuck up the bathroom.”

It was my house as much as it was hers; she could not tell me what I could do there. "No can do, I have a special roommate who doesn't want people around." Even though I was telling myself this wasn't for her, why didn't I let my friends come over? "My place then," Hendrix said, not bothering to argue it with me. "Okay then, I guess our weekend is going to be filled with alcohol and coffee," Noah sighed tiredly. "What department is hosting the party?" I ask. "Pharmacy," his reply made a smirk climb up my face. I was so curious to see what River would do when she saw me there.

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.

This room has been designed to keep someone in. The walls are blue and it has its own bathroom with white tiles all over. The bed is a queen size with complete pillows and comforter. There are five cameras, including the one in the bathroom. I've been talking to the cameras screaming for someone to come in and talk to me. I'm still wearing Mario's t-shirt, the only thing that's helping me hold on to my sanity. I refuse to take a bath when the door in bathroom would slid open indicating for me to come in.