MICHELLE's P O V
After getting into my pajamas in the closet and wishing Devon a good night, the time spent waiting for my roommate to go to sleep was a slow and torturous form of torment.
Devon watched videos on his phone, did his homework, and called his mom. He also reminded me to do my homework as he texted someone for what seemed like hours, leading me to believe that he was communicating with his girlfriend at the time. After he finished texting, he played a solo game of hoops with the basket on the door.
I pretended to be completely absorbed in my sketching, in the hopes that he wouldn’t invite me to play. I’d had enough basketball to last a lifetime.
The atmosphere in the room got awkward when I felt him watching me while I was drawing a lovely sunflower. I was able t
