Is this guy for real?
“I have every right to live in this house. It’s the damn hockey house.” My anger begins to rise.
“And now it’s housing football players. We need the room more than you do.” He shrugs, sits down on the chair near him, and pulls out his phone.
“I was here first,” I growl. “It's my room. My space. And you're lucky I’m willing to let you stay there. I could easily have you moved.”
He looks up at me casually. “What are you going to do, go running to your daddies?” He snorts, shaking his head, and returns his attention to his phone. “Must be nice to have half your family running the school.”
My jaw grinds. He knows nothing about me and how hard I worked to earn my spot here, just like everyone else.
I could tell him that and defend myself, but I’m not going to waste my time on this asshole.
“Neither of us likes the situation we’re in. I have no issue sharing the space. If you do, you’re welcome to find another place to stay, but I’m not going anywhere.”
“Neither am I.” He shrugs, still not bothering to look at me. His easy dismissal pisses me off.
He acts like I’m the bad guy when I’ve done nothing to him. Nothing to warrant his cold behavior toward me.
So I kissed him? It was my mistake, but I was a kid. He needs to get the fuck over it.
“Fine then,” I huff.
“Fine,” he mutters.
My nostrils flare, and my fists clench. I’m normally not someone who's easy to get to. I don’t overreact to small things, and I don’t focus too much on the little things. It’s draining.
But with Easton, everything he does pisses me the hell off, and I hate that he gets this reaction out of me. I hate that he makes me feel anything.
He's nothing to me. Someone from my past.
And now he’s your new roommate.
Unable to stay around him longer than needed, I leave my clothes to wash and trek upstairs. I don’t need another workout, but it helps, so I head to the small gym we have on site.
After enough time has passed for my clothes to be washed, I head downstairs, a sweaty, panting mess, and change things over to the dryer.
I use that time to shower, get changed, and sneak in a few minutes of studying before I have to grab my clothes and bring them up to my room.
Easton isn’t there, thankfully. I haven’t seen him since I left the laundry room the first time. Not sure where he went, and I don’t care.
He just better not stumble in here at all hours of the night. I like my sleep, and I don’t need some asshole fucking with it.
Once my clothes are folded and put away, I head to my parents’ place.
As soon as I step through the door and hear the happy chatter of my favorite people, all the negative thoughts and feelings about my living situation drift away.
Easton can make fun of my family and me, but the fact is, they’re the best people on earth. Loving, caring, strong, and loyal. They will be the first people at your side to fight along with you, no matter what it is.
I’m lucky to have them. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
“Benny!” Lilly smiles widely when she sees me, rushing over to give me a hug.
“Hey, Lils. Do they know?” I whisper as I kiss the side of her head.
“Not yet.” She pulls back, looking nervous. “Do you think they’re going to be okay with this?”
I snort a laugh. “They’re going to be over the moon.”
