Despicable Roommate

Lynn’s POV

I had to choose one of the two.

I was so angry. How the hell did they expect me to choose between my best friend and the boy I liked? They knew very well that I liked him. We had been joking about it on Sunday. Just because good for nothing Ron got tired of Kari didn’t mean that Alec had to get out.

After all Kari left and ignored me when I complained. She had done what was best for her, and forgot about me. She was the one who dumped a bad boy into my room and did nothing as my life spiraled downwards. Now that Alec and I were finally at a better place, she wanted to get rid of him and come back like nothing had happened. I thought that was selfish.

Still, she was my best friend. We had been through a lot together and therefore needed to stick with each other. I couldn’t be sure if Alec would act well for the rest of the semester. What if I chose him and regretted later? My best friend needed a place to live. It was easy for Alec to go back and stay with his cousin.

I had to think, think really hard before deciding. Maybe I needed to first ask Alec about where he preferred. I wasn’t sure if he would still stay with me or wanted to get back to his former room.

I was afraid of the possible answer to that question. If he wanted to stay with me, it would lead to problems with my best friend. If he wanted to go after acting all nice, it would mess up my self-esteem which was nearly in tatters already.

When I got to my room, I pulled off my faded skinny jeans leaving only my tank top and undergarments on. My legs felt so free, finally. I sat on the edge of my bed thinking of what I was going to do. I didn’t want to lose any of them. Obviously, if I chose one, the other wouldn’t be pleased. It was going to be worse if I chose Alec.

What if Alec never wanted to leave? What if he was also tired of Ron and wanted to keep rooming with me? That sounded really sweet but the girls would get bitchy.

Maybe I could try to find her another apartment somewhere.

I was in a real bad mood. I picked up a book “Love’s Awakening” by Rachel Ford thinking it would help get me out of the dumps. I had finished only a paragraph when I threw it away. It didn’t help at all.

Makeup sometimes lifts up my spirits so it was the next option. It always makes me feel good about myself. I sat in front of the mirror staring at my withdrawn face. I looked too sad for a normal human. A tear rolled down my cheeks and I realized this wasn’t going to work for today.

With tears in my eyes, I put on a short and started the hunt for something to eat. From my bag, I removed a bar of chocolate which I unwrapped very fast and soon I was done with it. Food is a really good comforter sometimes.

I carried a whole tin of biscuits from the kitchen to the living room. I didn’t care if someone would find me eating from it. I had better issues to think about. Like why was my life such a huge crumbling mess?

Eating didn’t fully help so I thought I could combine it with Television.

I realized I couldn’t stand anything. Even my best show sucked at that moment. I kept on pressing the next button on the remote as if there was nothing in all channels. Interesting things were everywhere except my life.

I heard the door open. Lover boy was back.

“Hey Lynn,” He said closing the door. “How have you been?”

I didn’t say anything. I just gazed at him, admiring his beautiful features. He turned around and took in the scene before him. I could tell that he was surprised. Anyone in his place would have been because we had parted in the morning when I was completely fine.

Here I was, looking like a broken hearted girl who just found her long time boyfriend cheating with her best friend. I guess I looked like I would be dead the next minute. I wondered why I was all getting depressed because of something so small.

“Hey, what happened?” He asked, his voice full of concern. “Did anyone harm you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are.” He said sarcastically, sitting next to me. “You just decided to dye your eyes red and look like you’ve been crying all day, right?”

“I’m sorry, Alec. I just don’t feel like talking about it now.”

“Alright,” He said. “I bought us hot dogs. Will you be able to eat?

I nodded, smiling a little.

“Let me get something to drink,” Alec sauntered towards the kitchen. I was getting addicted to him and the idea of him leaving scared me so much. I would miss having someone who cared so much like him. Living with a boy wasn’t as bad as I initially thought.

We ate our hotdogs in silence for the first few minutes. I didn’t want him to imagine weird stuff as to why I was sad so I decided to tell him what was killing me.

“Kari and Ron broke up,” I began.

“He told me, I’m so sorry for your friend. Ron is an idiot so I kinda expected it.”

“I never trusted him too,” I agreed. “Kari says you go back to your former room.”

He eyed me before talking. “That’s not gonna happen.”

I smiled inwardly because I didn’t want to show Alec how happy that made me feel.

“Unless you want me to.” He added.

What could I say?

I hadn’t decided yet but was sure I didn’t want him to go.

But what about my BEST friend?

How would she feel?

Could I trust him?