My Hot Roommate

Of Secrets Behind Closed Doors │Chapter 6 │

            ASLEEP VERY DEEPLY, a redolence of fabric conditioner surrounds my head. This ambrosial, though sleeping, makes my corner lips fully extend to my ears. I can feel my resting body slouchy and warm. Pleasantly warm. What a beautiful feeling it is, really.

            Not only does the enchanting smell has makes me smile, but also the serenity of my mind. My head is relaxing on the soft, comfortable pillow I have been craving before I fall asleep. And the fluffy white clouds carry my whole body into the cool breeze, into the blue sky, and into the shining sun. Warmness fills me. Pleasantly warm.

            How can I have such a marvellous dream? I can sleep like this forever.

            There is too much brightness in the room already. My dreaming eyes can perceive the heat of another balmy day – hopefully. Cautiously, I open my eyes, directing them to the ceiling. The charming fragrance and comfy clouds are still present. I  swear! Is this another dream?

            Even now, I can stroke the warmness in me, but my right cheek feels it the most. I can hear a continuous pounding of something from the physical warmth pressing on against my cheek. I am bemused, yet it is moving. As I slowly turn my head to look at it, I see two big warm perspiring bulging pecs. A man’s chest!

            I am not dreaming!

            “HEY!”

            With all the morning force I have, I shove whoever it is away using my both hands and feet, shouting. I catch him fall swiftly on the floor and hear the thud. It must have hurt, but I do not care. I am exhaustively awake out of a sudden. I sit straightly on the bed. Who’s bed is this?

            “Ow! It f*****g hurts!”

            The first words I hear this morning irritates me instantly. Why not? It is the voice of my repulsive ill-minded roommate. I watch him get his knees and head straight on the air. His right hand is on his back hips, while his left hand is on the back of the opposite shoulder.

            “That’s not the right way to wake me up, new guy!”

            “I would have poured you boiling water if I could, this instant! And will you stop calling me new guy?” my yell is even louder than him, fills with utter abomination. I am astounded to see my roommate smiling at me.

            Creepy, just like her mom.

            “Wouldn’t it be better if we boil ourselves on that bed?” he let an evil smile which makes me think this man is in the complete absence of intelligence.

            Our eyes meet when I ask, “What does it mean? And whose bed is this? Why am I here, or even doing here?”

            I exactly know the answer immediately when I begin to examine the whole room. Liam and I are inside of our bedroom and just slept together on my bed – my newly sheeted bed. How is it possible? I could not ask him.

            But he did answer, however, “I saw you on your desk, sleeping in pain, so I brought you here!”

            “Well, I do hope you realized that I didn’t want to use this bed yet!” I retort, hitting the bed with my fist.

            “And that is why I changed its bedsheets!”

            “Why sleep beside me then?!”

            “Because that is my bedsheets!”

            “Why put it on my bed if it is yours?!”

            “Because I want you to sleep on that bed!”

            “Fine! I get it! We sleep together because of your stupid bedsheet! But why didn’t you wake me up instead?!”

            “No, you don’t exactly get it! That bedsheet is supposed to be on my bed, but when I saw you sleeping on your desk, I put it on your bed. After my shower, of course, I can’t sleep on my dirty bed, that’s the reason I slept with you! I did wake you up, but it is you who can’t! You seem very tired.”

            I stand up and march to my drawer, thinking of what he had just said. Is he saying he was acting kind to me when he changed the bedsheet of my bed with his’s and brought me to my bed? What kind of kindness is it? Is it affronting kindness? It is totally is.

            After getting a piece of undergarment for me, I reply at him, still shouting, while heading out of the room, “Well, next time, don’t put it on my bed. Let me sleep wherever the hell I want! Plus, I don’t like the smell of your bedsheet, shithead!”

            Lie.

            I actually love it. Can I have it, or just the name of the conditioner?

            Out of my fury, I slam the door and take my towels in the bathroom. As I come out, I see Liam again, sitting feverishly on the sofa, arms wide, so does his legs, speaking, “We just sleep together, nothing happened, why is it a big deal to you?”

            “Why it isn’t to you? We’re on the same bed!  The worst is you wear nothing than trunks, and I wear an untied bathrobe!” I move towards the dorm room door, getting my key on the hook.

            “Stop being such a girl, new guy! We’re both men!”

            “I know we’re both men! How can I not know? The difference is, I’m a clean man, and your not!”

            “If you weren’t too tired and woke up in the first place, then none of this bullshit would’ve happened!”

            “I wouldn’t be tired if you just clean this room daily, with or without a roommate!”

            “What? For your perusal, I never ask you to clean my mess.”

            “I couldn’t live with your mess!” I seize the knob, open the door widely, and steps out.

            “Then leave this room.”

            “Once I have another choice, don’t worry, I will!” I throw another and last revolting and raging looks at my roommate on the sofa and then closes the door.

            I walk with the feeling of great birse and distress. Until now, I can smell the pleasing smell of Liam’s bedsheet and his scent. Along with this is the warmth of our bodies on my soft, comfortable bed. With utmost displeasure, I joggle my head in an attempt to forget this morning.

            Before I reach the handrail, I hear our dorm room opening with Liam’s voice yelling, “Hey, new guy? Where are you going anyway? You can’t go to your class wearing that, can you?”

            He even adds an infuriating laugh with his words. Obviously, this numbskull is inciting me. And I am thoroughly appalled. Today is just my second day, and it is driving me crazy already. Do all transferees come through what I am experiencing? If not, this is prejudice.

            “TO THE COMMUNAL BATHROOM!” I bellow without turning at him. Then I remember I am at the stairs, not inside of our dorm room. I start to think about what my dormmates might think of me if or when they hear my voice. I hope they did not. I hit the stairs without more ado.

             Down the first floor, at the end of the handrail, fourteen men, who I think is my dormmates, are in the living room. Close doors, so do windows, and when they hear the sound of my stomping feet, all heads turn on me. Almost all of them are thinking in confusion. Some faces are unreadable. What the heck is going on with them? Or is it me?

            I ignore them and head to the communal bathroom. I already know every part of this dormitory section as I already did explore this wrenching simpleton-filled establishment. The kitchen is vacant, which surprise me. I bet those neanderthals in the living room did not know how to live in the kitchen.

            The communal bathroom is at it is yesterday. It is cleaner than our bathroom in the dorm room because this gets to clean every early morning. I now prefer to use this bathroom than ours. The only problem is I have to pass down four annoying stairs. Is the elevator fix yet?

            No.

            Never it will, I suppose?

            “First, I saw him naked. Second, I saw him wanking. And third, I can’t believe that we slept together!” I murmur in one of the front sinks, staring into my own eyes through the mirror. I heard what I just said. My disgusted face says it all.

            What good thing is, I am alone.

            At first, while rinsing my face with water, I think I am. Until something, or more to suspect someone, slipped and banged on one of the cubicle doors. It is gobsmacking. I press my towel gently and repeatedly on every part of my face as I walk nearer to the door, trying to figure out what it is. I hear a man moaning in total pain.

            “Dylan! Dylan!”

            I jump scare at the out of the blue voice. One man runs out from behind the shower curtains, wearing a bathrobe and glasses, whose hair is dripping waters. And here, from my exact spot on the white tile, I realize I am not alone.

            The man Dylan, who is inside of the toilet room, opens the door. His hands are in his buttocks, massaging it. The man on glasses thinks I am invisible when he says.

            “What happened to you?”

            “I hit my butt on the floor,” I can see the pain in his face.

            Then I remember the two. If Dylan is the man who slipped, then this man on glasses is Gabriel. I recognize their faces. They are the two men sitting on the stair yesterday. Gabriel and Dylan.

            “I heard you,” Dylan speaks to me. I am astounded. “It’s alright, new guy. Nobody will know, including Gabriel.”

            I hear those irritating words again.

            New guy.

            Gabriel pulls his head back, partially closing his eyes behind his glasses, and hit Dylan in the head using his palm, replying with a funny face, “Dumb. I heard him too.”

            I like them. I can read the jokes in their voices. But, what do they hear from me? I am embarrassing.

            “It’s okay. We won’t tell anyone,” Gabriel adds with a stunning smile.

            “Tell to anyone what?” I am even more confused about what these two imbeciles are saying.

            “Is this how i***t enough you are, Gabriel? We won’t tell anyone, but anyone will still know! What’s the difference? Liam will surely tell everyone!”

            “Well, at least it’s not us that told anyone. We’re pure, fool.”

            “Hold on, Gabriel, Dylan. What exactly is Liam going to tell everyone?”

            They exchange looks, and it is Dylan who answers me, “That you sleep with him.”

            My jaws suddenly fall open. They actually heard what I said when I got here. Without a minute, I take my jaw back, talking seriously, “As if something happens to us on the bed. We just slept together, literally.”

            I look at them with complete bewilderment. I do not understand any. Something is definitely happening here that I do not know.

            “You and Liam did not f**k each other?” Dylan asks me, deep in shock.

            I, too, am deep in shock.

            “Your words, dumbhead,” Gabriel hit Dylan in the head again.

            “That Liam is gay?” my veins are burning in fire, annoyance fills my head, and my blood runs in anger. I am hoping to answer them no.

            “Sort of.”

            This answer is unanticipated. “Huh?”

            “Liam is bisexual,” Gabriel begin to explain in a low voice. I still hear the silence of this bathroom. “A bisexual playboy. He enjoys having s*x with both genders.”

            “Does it means he already has a lot of s*x partners inside our dorm room?” I walk back to the sinks.

            “That is the reason why he did not have a roommate.” Finally, Dylan set his hands off from his buttocks, yet, until now, there is a pain in his face. I feel it when I turn around at them after washing my hands.

            With a tone of irritancy, I comment, “Yet the dorm supervisor allows it?”

            And again, they look at each other, which gives me another befuddling feeling and that same simple one-word question that gets a lot of words when answered, why. After Gabriel and Dylan’s eyes disconnects, inside this hushed bathroom, Gabriel turns again to face Dylan, questioning while pointing his thumb at me, “He’s a sophomore student, yet a freshman in dormitories. How come he doesn’t know about it?”

            Dylan gazes at the sink, at the ceiling and keep his eyes rigid on Gabriel’s. I read his face – brows in a centre, teeth are clenching, right eye is closed: pain in his butt. Then, he returns, “Of course the supervisor didn’t allow it! What university would be? Liam, of course, always listen to no one.”

            “Unlucky for him, he has me as his roommate. He can’t have s*x with anyone in our room now,” I retort after an abhorring scoff.

            They holler out in laughter. Gabriel and Dylan’s voices echo inside the bathroom. I, again, am stunned, not knowing the reason behind their happy laughs. It carries on to two minutes straight. I think it does have to do with what I have had said. What is it exactly?

            Without voicing my question out loud, Dylan answers it while sobbing in joyful tears, “Oh, but that’s the worst. You are his roommate. If he likes his roommate’s body, he seduces them. And if not, he brings two or more partners in a day. Whenever he gets a new roommate, his first goal is to, if he likes the guy’s body, seduce them and dump them out of the room, and if not, get rid of them.”

            “And by the looks of it, he likes your body. And, to tell the honest words, I am not attracted, but, yes, you have a sexy body,” Gabriel sums his truthful words to his friend’s answer. Indeed, I have a great body.  

            I feel even more disgusted with Liam. I will not let him do this to me. My parents paid for the dorm room. Therefore, I will use the room with my rights and value. I cannot and should not have a horny roommate. To think of something I can do, I begin to ask a few more questions. “How can I stop it?”

            Then Dylan chortingly answers, “Ha! What an unfortunate situation! You can’t. However, you can prevent it.”

            “How?” I interestingly ask.

            “Get a new dormitory room.”

            “But it is said that there are no rooms left for the sophomores.”

            “Off-campus.”

            “Either off-campus or on-campus dormitories, he can’t already prevent it, dumbhead,” it is Gabriel’s deep voice, who fall silently for a minute while Dylan answers my questions. “Liam already likes… I’m sorry, what’s your name, new guy?”

            Hearing those words again makes me really anxious. From the looks of it, Liam started it. He is the only first man that calls me ‘new guy’. “Louie.”

            “Liam already likes Louie. And Liam gets everything he wants, through seduction, money or menacing. His mind works differently at these things. He has tricks, Dylan!” it is the second time I hear Gabriel address Dylan formally.

            “What if his roommate is gay and likes what Liam is doing? Is it the only chance to have him a roommate?”

            “No. Gay or not, after one s*x with them, Liam will do everything to get rid of his roommate. He didn’t want to have any roommates. It’s a distraction when he f***s someone else.”

            An outburst of guffawing shows on Dylan’s face when he hears Gabriel highlighted the word f**k with aversion. Irritated by the sudden emotion from Dylan, Gabriel hit Dylan on the abdomen, saying, “Pull yourself together, pinhead.”

            “And what if the three didn’t work?”

            “What three?” Gabriel returns a question to me.

            “Seduction, paid s*x and through threats.”

            “Then he won’t stop. He’ll follow you wherever you go.”