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.


12. Stupid girls


I sat on my bedroom floor surrounded by school projects and overdue homework. I was totally stressed.

"Hey. Tory." James opened my door and peered in.

"You're breaking the fucking rules, James." I snapped.

"Jeesh. You don't hAve to be so mean." he said in a girly manner.

"Just get out and stop acting like a stupid girl." I growled.

"No. I need your help." James came over and took a seat on my bed. 

"With whaaaaaaaaaaaat." I groaned and flopped onto all of my papers.

"Homework." he smirked. I pulled up my head and glared at him.

"You and I both." I huffed. James chuckled.

"Come on. We'll do it together." he said as he started gathering my papers. I followed him out to the kitchen island where he was doing his stuff.

"Okay. What's your most challenging paper?" he asked as he neatly piled our stuff seperatly.

"The dumb psychology on animal behavior. I ahiuld have never taken this class. And prepositional phrases? I haunt heard of that since like 5th grade. What even are those?" I groaned as I took a seat.

"Oh! I remember prepositions. They explain like... I don't know what they explain but I remember what they are. There like, over, under, beyond, beside." he explained.

"What?" I groaned.

Oh my God. Okay. Like over the fence? Under the house?" he asked.

"This is gonna take a while." I huffed. 
I stuffed all my finished homework into my bookbag and flopped on my floor.

"James." I called. 

He slowly entered my room, his nose stuffed in my book i lent him.

"Your still reading that?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.

"No. I'm rereading it. For the 3rd time. I just can't believe Bryan would... But..." he was truly flustered.

I laughed.

"Can you put that down and rub my back? The couch gives me such horrible cramps." I groaned. 

James set my book, face down, on my bed and sat on top of my back. He positioned himself in the groove on my back right before my butt. He rolled up my shirt and I ended up just taking it off. He unclipped my bra and I took out my arms. My bra just resting on my boobs but held between the floor and my body.

James started kneading around looming for knots. I let out a cry and he started kneading in the painful spot.

"I don't want you sleeping on that couch anymore." James sighed.

"Too bad. Im never touching my bed again." I closed my eyes in pain. From both memory and back pain.

"Then you can sleep in my bed... Just, that couch can take a toll on you after a while." James said.

"Ill be okay." I roll my eyes.

"You're sleeping in my bed." he stated.

"Fine. Whatever. Hurry up. I've got work in a half hour." 

James moved the hair off my back and ran his hand down a long scar I have.

"How did this happen?" he asked.

"I fell off a roof in the rain. I fell on a stick. I didn't notice I got cut until I got a shower that night. So it scarred cuz it was filled with dirt and bacteria." I explained.

"Gruesome." he went around the scar and carefully pushed on my back.

I put my bra back on and had him clip it together. 

"Thank you. I really needed that." I stretched out.

"No problemo."
I put the apron on and stood in front of the cash register. Laura was the only other employee with me today and she was on probation for flipping out on a customer. Our probation means she's on clean up duty. All clean up duty.

The front door chimed and my favorite customer appeared.

"Hey, Chad. The usual." I said starting on it already.

"You bet. And something a little extra." he smirked.

"You want a doughnut too?" I asked. 

Chad chuckled and shook his head.

"No. Its more of a requested question." he smiled.

"Oooh.Sounds confusing. Hit me." I leaned on my elbows and looked him in the eye.

"Would you maybe like to go out with me this Friday?" he asked bashfully.

"Wo... Would I? Oh..." 

"Im sorry. I shouldnt have asked." he sighed.

" I'd love to." I smiled. His face lit up.

"Seriously? That's great! Can I pick you up at work on Friday?" he asked.

"I don't work Friday, but ill text you my address." I said holding out my hand for his phone.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow." he winked.

He got his stuff and left. Laura just looked at me.

"I thought you and James were together? He always picks you up and you LIVE together." she asked crossly.

"Ewe.Gross. no. Were roommates." 

Sorry James. I told you were just experimenting.

I got into James car in a happy mood.

"What happened to the real Tory." James asked pretending to be scared.

"Oh hush. Im happy. I, Tory, got asked out on a date by a suuuuuuuuper hot guy." I stated proudly.

James clenched his jaw.

"I thought-"

"I told you James. I was experimenting. And all I really see in you is... Well... My roommate. Nothing more." I shrugged.

"James come on! You can be that mad! I told you I was only seeing if I had feelings for you! Is it so bad that I don't?" I snapped as we entered our apartment.

"Yes. It is. Because Tory, I... Never mind." he looked away.

"You what. Have feelings for me? Adore me? Wanna duck me and use me like those other girls?" I glared.

" I havnt ducked another girl since July because I've been waiting for you! Think about that Tory! I've given up sex for you but in return you say you see me as just another ducking person in this world! I love you and you turn to some other guy you met at a coffee shop where you work!" he yelled, inches to my face.

"The hell you did! What about Bashs sister? I bet you two are still having flings?" I snapped.

James pushed me up against the wall and was close enough for our lips to barely touch. His gaze hardened and he wouldn't break the stare.

"Did you not catch the part where I said i love you?" he whispered.

"I did... I just don't want to believe it." I closed my eyes.

"Why?" he groaned.

"Because I can't love you. I don't want to love you. You're not the one... But I can't help... But love you too.

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