Quotes Roommates の小説・ストーリー

They agreed immediately. "Do we still have more rules?" Marrah asked once again. "I can't think of anything now," Hiro said. "Let's just add rules when we think of one. We'll realize some things along the way so we might add more rules," Zen said. "Now, let's decide the roommates. I'm tired. I want to sleep now." I felt my mood dampening at what he said. So they really had no plans of talking to me? We played a game to determine who will room with who. There were three rooms where only three people will share while the remaining rooms have four people sharing it.

The vodka-punch-mess I’m drinking. Then— “Seth would hate this playlist,” Ramon mutters, scrolling through the queue. “Guy’s got the music taste of a divorced dad going through a crisis.” My body tenses before I can think. Cup halfway to my mouth. Tracey glances at me. “You good?” “Yeah,” I say too quickly. “Just didn’t expect… that name to come up.” “Oh. Right. Roommate situation,” she says casually, then turns to the others. “Alex lives with my cousin.”

"That little spoiled spawn of Satan! I swear we are all going to school tomorrow and her parents better be there! My niece is the prettiest girl on this planet!" You see? This is why I loved all my girls so much. We were always there for each other and when one of us had a problem it was like we all had a problem. And when someone insulated one of our kids, you got 4 pissed mothers on your back, not just one. So it was best for you not to mess with any of us or our kids. You see, once upon a time I was just a roomie, but I had no idea that the roommate agreement would lead to the best version of my life possible.

“Fine. Rule one: only when we both want it. No pressure. No schedule.” I nodded, trying to focus on his words and not the way his thumb was still tracing my skin. “Rule two,” he continued, “we keep it here. In the room. No locker room, no library stacks, no risking getting caught.” “Fair,” I managed. “Rule three: no sleepovers. After, we go back to our own beds.” That one stung a little—I remembered waking up tangled in his sheets this morning, how stupidly good it felt—but I nodded anyway.

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.”

I said to Rowan and he nodded. We made our way to the hall. It was gigantic, packed, buzzing with cheap excitement. Students huddled in groups, laughing way too loud, acting like this was a festival. The speaker echoed again: “This is the roommate selection game! Each student will draw a slip. Whatever room number you choose, you must remain in that room. No changes allowed.” Murmurs rippled the hall. My eye twitched. Roommates, strangers snoring, breathing near me. Kill me now! I should just die! Shit!

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?”

The complexion however was a bit darker but her hair was perfect and in the style that Quin sometimes wore. "Are you lost?" I decided to ask her because there was no way that the four of us could live together in this matchbox. "I hope not, is this not room 304? That's what it says on the door and my schedule." I growl. It was a disgusting habit that I had picked up from Ryan. It was not ladylike and I am trying to get rid of it. "You got to be freaking kidding me, how can I possibly share a room with three other people?"

I said. The elevator dinged and I followed him down the hallway toward room 303. “Really? My other roommate is from there?” “Is he a sophomore, too?” He pulled out his keys, unlocked the door and let me inside. I walked into the spacious living room, definitely decorated by men and turned to face him. “Nah, it’s his first year. I bet you know him since Zachary is so small. Y’all graduated together.”

River gestured to Kael"That's Kael Ashbourne. You'll get used to his death stares eventually. Enough about us, what's your name?" "I'm Seth...Seth Calix" I said Theo's mouth was hanging open besides me "Wait, wait wait... you're sharing a room with Kael? Kael fucking Ashbourne?" "What?" River nodded. "Room 3A,the vip room has been empty for some time. Looks like Kael got himself a new roommate" I felt every drop of blood drain from my face that instant, being in the same dorm as the popular group was bad enough, and now I had to live with Kael in one fucking room.