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But that was fine; change was occasionally necessary. She had also seen her place of residence. The roommates shared by two people, equipped with an en-suite bathroom and a small kitchen containing a single-door refrigerator, a stove, and some essential kitchen utensils. Her roommate, a 25-year-old girl named Astrid, seemed like a mature and friendly person.

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.

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, pet.” “What do you want?” “I guess he told you. We’re going to be roommates.” “I wouldn’t put it that way.” “So how would you put it?” “We’ll be sharing a condo. Separate rooms.” “If you shared a two-bedroom place with anybody else, wouldn’t you call them your roommate?”

My new roommate. “Hey,” I waved in her face, smiling. She spotted me instantly. “Teyana!” she grinned like she was truly happy to see me, tugging the girl beside her. “Oh my God, you’re here too.” I leaned forward. “Yeah! Uh—Carol, this is Stacy, my roommate.” Stacy nudged her friend forward, who smiled sweetly, dimples and all. “And this is Mariah.” Carol offered a lazy wave. “Hi.”

He’s studying me. “Are you attached to this apartment?” The question hits me off guard. “No,” I say too quickly, too easily. Then I think of Roofus—his instant noodles, his exams, the way he pretends not to worry about money when I know he does. “…Not really,” I amend. “But my roommate kind of needs it.” “Roommate,” Damien repeats. His jaw tightens, just a fraction. “Roofus,” I admit. Honesty seems to be my undoing tonight. “He’s in college. Even with the rent cut, he wouldn’t be able to manage on his own.”

“Drama. I get it. My ex’s mom tried to sue me for ‘alienation of affection’ when we broke up. She lost. But still. Drama.” I laughed again. “That’s insane.” “Welcome to college.” She grinned. “So, roommate rules. One: No loud sex when the other is trying to sleep. Two: if you’re crying, I get to bring snacks and ask invasive questions. Three: We split fridge space fifty-fifty. Four: if either of us needs an alibi, we’ve got each other.” I stared at her. Then grinned back. “Deal.” She held out her pinky. I hooked mine around it.

Miranda was a cautionary tale that brought some sense back to them. They began to spend more time and energy on their studies. After all, no one wanted to follow in her footsteps and be expelled due to flunking too many classes. There were no more foolish plans for the future. I thoroughly enjoyed my college years. … Soon, we were graduating. Everyone went on with their own lives. I went abroad for further studies. When I returned, I bumped into one of my two roommates in a restaurant. She was working as a waitress. Apparently, the other roommate was married to a rather average man after repeatedly failing to make the cut in the workforce. Now, she lived a lif

We have passed like five rooms and we still haven't gotten to mine, as I was about to ask why it's taking so long she turned to me and said, "This is your room sweetie, you will be sharing it with your three roommates". "Roommates? I thought I was going to be alone in my room". Miss Caterina chuckled and said, "This is an orphanage and there are lots of kids here so you will have to share and unfortunately we aren't that rich here, so you will have to manage".

Instead, I sent another message. Me: I’m outside your hostel. Come down. Five minutes. That’s all. Still nothing. I paced under the shelter near the entrance. A girl with bright red hair stepped out, Angelina, her roommate. She spotted me and grinned like she already knew everything. “You must be Wesley,” she said, looking me up and down. “Samantha just came in looking like she got chased by the devil. Or kissed by one.” I gave her a small smile. “That obvious?”

"We will choose our own teams. I do not want to share a den with any annoying troublemakers." "The pot calling the kettle black! I do not want to stay with a loudmouth like you either, Ronan." "That is great." "Want to be roommates, Solomon?" "Sure, Ronan." "So we will share a den, Ezekiel?" "Sure, Darius." "So we will be roommates, Nyra?" "Sure, Zinnia." "That means it is just the two of us left, Azel. Want to share the last room?" "Sure, Keira."