The roommate

Tory levvington needs a roommate. Not because she needs one, but because she's bored of being alone. When she finally finds the right roommate, things don't go as expected...

"Tory." he whispered in my ear. Shivers falling down my back.
"I...I can't do this." I shuddered.
"But, Tory." he groaned as he slid his hands across my stomach.
"Please. I don't want to..." I let out a moan as he sucked on my ear.
"James..." I sighed as I melted into his hold.
"I knew you couldn't resist me." he cooed.
"Shut it." I said and spun around, placing my chest against his, and kissed him hard.


5. Sex, DRUGS, and rock and roll

I was stretched out across the couch when Bash came in.

"Where is that bastard?" he fumed.

"Hey! Calm down. What's wrong Bash?" I got off the couch and stood in front of him.

"He fucked my fucking sister!" he hollered.

"Keep your voice down. I have neighbours and they already don't like me." I hissed.

"Tory." Bash whimpered. "Please. Just let me atleast talk to him."

"Fine. He is in his room." I stepped out of the way.

Bash stalked to the background of the apartment and I heard him slam open the door.

"Sebastian! What the Fuck!" James hollered. I heard thumping around and I ran to his room. They were fist fighting. I preyed them apart but James kept going. Before I knew it his fist collided with my cheek.

I let out a cry and fell to the ground. I held my face in my hands and started crying.

"What the Fuck, James!" I hollered. Anger boiled up inside me. I got to my feet and jumped onto James. I smacked him as hard as I could and Bash pulled me off.

"Tory, enough!" he held my arm.

"You're a fucking asshole, James." I cried out. "Fuck!" I held my eye and stormed out of the room. bash gave James a disappointed look and followed me.

I was in the kitchen and Bash came up to me.

"Let me see it." he sighed. I turned to him and he swore.

"Is it bad?" I whimpered.

"Yeah?" he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the island. He turned on the hot water and ran a papertowel under it. He pressed the rag to my cheek and I flinched.

" careful." he whispered. I sighed.

"I know it was an accident, but, damn!" I groaned.

bash chuckled.

"You'll be okay." he set down the paper towel and gave me a look.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No." I say sarcastically. "It feels great."

Bash laughed and then suddenly got quiet. He looked me in the eye.

Oh no. I know what he's gonna do. Please don't kiss me Bash...

Bash leaned in and didn't stop at my lips. He continued to my ear.

"Ill check on you later. I gotta go." Bash smiled and left me in the kitchen hurt, confused, and slightly hoping he would have kissed me.

James never came out of his room that night. I was all by myself sitting on the couch and binge watching P.L.L. 

I continued to glance down the hallway hoping he'd atleast join me, but im pretty sure he thinks im mad still. But... Oddly enough... Im not.

I fell asleep around 10:30 and didn't wake again until 12:30 pm.

I sat up tired. I forgot to go to my room last night. A thin blanket was draped over my body. I didn't go to bed with a blanket did I? I grabbed my crutches and headed for the bathroom.

I peered into James's room on my way and noticed he Wasnt in there.  

"James?" I called out and shut his door. 

Must be out.

I reached the bathroom and leaned my crutches against the wall and reached for the door knob. It was locked.

"James?" I knocked. No reply.

"James?" I jiggled the door. I could hear him moan.

"James!" I started pounding on the door. "Open up James." I said worriedly. 

I heard the click of the lock and I imidiatly opened the door. James was leaned against the toilet and bags under his eyes.

"Tory." he groaned.

"James what happened?" I helped him to his feet.

"I was just so... Stressed." he stroked my bad cheek and looked away as if he was ashamed.

"What did you do?" my voice shook.

"I took some... Anxiety pills." he gestured to the floor.

"Oh God James." I said. I strung his arm around my shoulder and hopped one foot forward, dragged James a bit, and hopped again.

I laid him on his bed and let him sleep. Every half hour or so I'd stop in to see if he was still alive.

I was sitting on the bottom of his bed when he finally woke up.

"Tory." he called out.

"Im here." I whispered.

"What did I do?" he whispered.

"You took a lot of anxiety pills. Not enough to kill you but they did make you sick." I whispered.

"Fuck." he flopped back onto his mattress.

I climbed up his bed and laid beside him. I rested my forehead against his.

"If you do that again. I will kill you myself. You scared the shut out of me." I whispered. James smirked.

"Awe... You like me." he whispered.

"Ya. I fucking do. Even if I hate to admit it... You're becoming a really good friend." I sat up and hobbled to the door. "And for your information... You're still an ass. Also. New rule. Rule #5: no doing drugs in the premises of the apartment."
===  3 days later
I sat on my bed reading when my door opened.

"You broke rule #4!" I pointed sharply at him. James rolled his eyes and knocked.


He laid down on my bed.

"What are you reading?" he asked as he squinted his eyes really tightly.

" do that much tighter and people might start mistaking you for Chinese." I smirked.

"The girl in Between?" he raised one eyebrow. 

"If you must know, it is a fantastic book. Laekan did such a great job." I said. James snorted.

"You should read 39 deaths of Adam Strand. Its a great book." James smiled.

"Ill tell you what lover boy. If you read this book... Ill read yours." I challenged.

"Deal. Ill be right back." James got up off the bed.

"Where are you going?" I laughed.

"To the bookstore! You don't actually believe I own that book? I got it from the school library in 9th grade." he chuckled before shutting my door behind him.

"Get some groceries while you're out! Were out of bread!" I hollered.

"Get it yourself!" he laughed.

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me and got back to my book.

James came back an hair later and had a Barnes and nobles bag behind his back.

"I got you something." he smiled happily.

"I see that." I closed my book and set it on my nightstand.

James handed me the bag and I opened it. Inside was: 3 new bookmarks, the book, and snacks.

"Awe James. How sweet." I smiled. I handed James my book. "I've already read it." I shrugged. James took my book and sat on my bed.

"So... What are you doing after summers over?" he asked.

"Turning 20 and going to year 2 of college." I said.

"Really? Me too. What college?" 

"The university about a half hour away." I said.

"Seriously? Me too. What's your major?" James smiled.

"Art." I smiled back.

"Where did you go to school?" James looked at me curiously. "Because you look so familiar."

"No dip. I've lived with you for 2 months." I said like I was retarded. "If you should know, I went to jackson high in Albany." 

"For real? I went there! How did we not notice eachother. I definitely would have noticed you." he said.

"Depends on what you were like in highschool." I shrugged.

"You don't want to know. I was... A jerk. I always thought I was better than everybody." James shrugged. I gasped.

"I remember you! You're the one who fucked my friend and screwed her over." I pointed out.

James frowned. "In not that bad anymore."

"Don't worry. In not mad. She got knocked up by Henry Lewis a few months after you. She was a wwhose.I don't talk to her anymore." I shrugged.

It was then, that I realized how close James was to me. I could see light freckles spread out over his nose. His eyes gleaming in the light. I bit my lip.

"What?" he laughed.

"Nothing." I mumbled. 

James hopped up my bed, sitting directly beside me.

"Tell me." he smiled.

All I could do was stare at him. I wanted to kiss him. He just... He had that affect on me. I could hate him, but still urn for him.

"Tory." James put our foreheads together.

"W... What." I swallowed.

"This is kind of random but, can I tell you something."

"I... I guess."

"I think I like you. I've just... Haunt been into other girls lately. But when I look at you... I get these butterflies in my stomach. I have the urge to just... Kiss you." he groaned. "And when I punched you..." he stroked his hand down my cheek and stopped where the bruise on my cheek was yellowing.

"Are you... Are you serious?" I hesitated.


I stood up quickly.

"I... I should really go make dinner."
I was chopping up tomatoes for spaghetti when I hears James walk in.

"Tory." he whispered in my ear. Shivers falling down my back.

I set down the knife but refused to turn around.

"I...I can't do this." I shuddered.

"But, Tory." he groaned as he slid his hands across my stomach. "I want you. I need you. Just. Kiss me please." he begged.

"Please. I don't want to..." I let out a moan as he sucked on my ear.

"James..." I sighed as I melted into his hold.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." he cooed.

"Shut it." I said and spun around, placing my chest against his, and kissed him hard. He lifted me onto the counter just out of reach of the tomatoes. 

I wrapped my legs around his upper body. In response he pulled me up and started walking. I felt something cool on my back and realized he had me against the wall. I moaned as he kissed down my neck. I ran my hands through his hair.

He leaned his head against mine. Both of us breathing hard.

"I've wanted to do that for so fucking long." he groaned. " and now you got me hard." 

I let out a laugh and unwrapped my legs.

"Have fun with that." I winked and headed back into the kitchen.

"You're not going to help?" he whined.

"Not a chance." I laughed.

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