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"I was just intensely bored, looking for a distraction, and regretting my life choices within thirty seconds of walking in. What about you? Are you a sports fan, or just lost?" Stacey offered a bitter, self-deprecating little chuckle. "Neither, really. I watch hockey a lot these days because my boyfriend plays but his been a bit weird these days.... I was kinda looking for him and took a wrong turn somewhere near the arena. Honestly, I get lost everywhere I go." She paused, looking down at her lap, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. "The worst part asides from my guy, I don't have any friends to chill out with."

HAYDEN The common room of the athletic dorms smelled like pizza and sweat, a combination that should’ve been disgusting but was somehow just… normal. Jason was sprawled out across one of the couches like he owned the place, controller in hand, thumbs moving furiously as he battled Logan in whatever hockey video game they were obsessed with this week. “Goal!” Jason shouted, throwing his arms in the air as the animated puck slammed into the net. Logan groaned, leaning back against the couch cushions. “That was cheap, man. You didn’t even...”

The hockey team lived for this shit—cheap beer, too many girls, and enough testosterone to choke a pack of alphas. “Relax,” he muttered to me as we stepped inside. “Drink. Smile. Pretend you’re not about to implode.” I forced my shoulders down, scanning the crowd. Wolves everywhere—some I recognized from rival schools, others I didn’t know. Hands shoved drinks at me before I even made it to the kitchen. Killian grabbed one too, raising it in a mock toast before downing half of it in one go. I lifted the cup to my lips. The burn slid down my throat, warm and sharp, but instead of dulling my edges, it only sharpened them. I drank again. And again. Killian clapped my back, laughing when I almos

Scantily clad girls eye Owen's chiseled muscles with amusement, their giggles filling the air. And then there's Tim, strutting around with a cocky grin on his face, pushing his gelled blonde hair back with a flourish. Despite his efforts, not a single girl seems interested in him, not even the puck bunnies who usually flock to the hockey players. It's almost comical how oblivious he is to his lack of appeal. Owen, Ant, Tim and Rocky are my roommates, and we've been tight since freshman year in high school, and we all get along for the most part. We all live in The Omen Dorms, the dorms people over-hype.

My mum had assured countless times, she enjoyed cooking and it was a form of exercise since she had nothing else doing but I just didn't want her working herself out. That night, various faces of people featured in my dream as my new roommate. It wasn't a big deal — I know — but it was for me. This was my last year in school so I needed someone that would help me out and not bring me down. I could still remember how my last roommate had disturbed my reading with his ultrasonic music. Each time I complained, he asked that I left the room for the library. According to him, the room was a place of relaxation and not a place to read. I had complained bitterly to Tunde and the rest of the crew b

I was leaning on the bar on my fourth drink scrolling hockey videos of Rowan because I am a glutton for punishment when someone slid onto the stool right next to me. “You again.”

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.

Grey doesn’t answer but she could tell he wanted to say something to her and he couldn’t do it while jane was there. “You mean to tell me that your roommate is a girl?” Jane asked folding her hands across her chest suspiciously. “NO!” “Yes.” Both grey and Harley answered simultaneously. Jane stared at the both of them with her eye brows raised in confusion. “Which is it?” Jane asked, and while Harley opened her mouth to answer, Grey pinched her to stop talking. “Like I said, Harley is drunk, I went to pick her up from this party she attended last night, so she’s probably hangover and might have forgotten that I am her roommate.” Grey clarified.

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

It was Mason's voice. "Dear, Rachel. You are probably wondering what's going on and let me tell you. All those years ago on this precise date, your world was thrown off its axis. You lost your job, your apartment, your wallet, everything. But what you gained was a roommate you hated with all your heart. An annoying roommate who was determined to help you get a job that you deserve even though he was telling himself he hated you the same you hated him. What you never realized is that our roommate pact was probably the reason for everything else. So you can say you are the blue that is holding us together. You are the person connecting us beyond blood. You might think of yourself as an ordinar