The American Roommate Experiment Novels & Stories

No one mentions triple Lutzes. No one looks at my knee brace with that particular combination of pity and morbid curiosity I have been navigating for three months. They are just college freshmen worrying about textbook prices and whether professors actually take attendance. It is so ordinary it almost hurts. After both pizzas have been reduced to crusts and grease-soaked paper plates, Americus turns her full attention to me. "Okay, mystery roommate. What is your actual thing?" I poke at a piece of pizza crust. "Nothing much." "Absolute lies."

I'm not interested in the family business, mom and dad knows this but they don't mind, they still support my dream and for that I'm grateful. Betsy and I have identical honey-brown hair and height, looking at our backside sometimes you can mistake one of us for the other. She became my roommate last year after mom and dad finally allowed me to move out to my own place but with the condition that my bodyguards also live with me in the same apartment. She agreed to live with me only if I let her pay a monthly rent. Typically Betsy.

It isn't what I signed up for after all and I'm not sure I can handle having her in the same space after our last encounter but that's something that's gonna be unavoidable if I'm sharing his space. Of course she'll come waltzing in every now and again to visit and I don't even want imagine finding them making out. Makes me want to retch, thinking about it. So with that in mind, I naturally showed up for room balloting. Yeah, balloting. That's when all the available room keys are dumped in one bowl and we come pick one up randomly. The person that picks the same number as you automatically ends up as your roommate and all. I spent the time while others where picking theirs, praying I end up

“Dad switched our dorm room to the shitty dorms. I don’t have a problem with poor people, but it would have been much more convenient to be rooming next to the people we’d be working with. Poor communities get too many benefits from werewolf ownership. The chances of getting any of them to work alongside us isn’t going to be very high.” Wren didn’t react to his words. Jackson kept talking. His hand never stilled as he explained where they’d be living soon. “At least we’ll still have the dorm room to ourselves. He didn’t stick us with any roommates. And even the shitty dorms have private baths so no worrying about showering next to some stranger.”

"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.

Betrayed best friend, dirty body, bad roommate, these ugly realities still damn well exist. In college, only students from alpha, beta, gamma, and delta families get free dorms and utilities, even though they don't need them. Like me, who came from an omega family, I had to squeeze into a cramped dorm with other lowly werewolves. We had to pay high fees for accommodation and utilities. My roommates always watched me for fear that I would use more water or electricity. I dressed and walked out, the fabric rubbing against my red, swollen privates, each step a reminder that I had been invaded there by somebody else.

she said. We both walked into the lecture hall and took seats beside each other. I opened the huge textbook I had with me and began flipping through the page. "Who's your roommate?" She asked. "Zeke," I said. "Girl, if it's Zeke Rodriguez, then you better get another dorm," she said with a knowing black American voice. "Why's that?" I asked. "You see, Zeke doesn't like sharing room with people especially girls so he's gonna get you transferred to another room, or rather you'll transfer yourself," she said in her normal voice.

I voiced out after a while and my mum gave me an incredulous look. "Indeed! Why would it be him out of millions of kids out there? Besides, he was your roommate in your first year, wasn't he?" "Yes, he was." I sighed. "But he could be again. It isn't impossible. After all, Tunde is the perfect roommate for me. We are just in sync: the same dreams and aspirations. He is my study partner. He's just perfect." "Why are you so concerned about your new roommate? You've always had good people for a roommate. Besides, you can get a personal apartment if you're not comfortable." She shrugged and I shook my head.

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.”

Moving in with three men was supposed to be practical. Cheap rent. Safe neighborhood. A four-bedroom house that costs less split four ways than my studio apartment did alone. I found the listing on Craigslist – "3 guys looking for a 4th roommate, gender irrelevant, must be cool with loud music and protein powder in the blender" – and signed the lease after a five-minute tour because the room had a window seat and I'm a sucker for natural light.