My Roommate is Hot

Weird

•.•Harper•.•

It’s been a week — since Harper’s incident and me calling the cops on Jaxon’s party, which didn’t end well, by the way. And yeah, he knew I was behind it.

We haven’t spoken much. Hell, he wasn’t even around most of the time. It was nice — a big help even. It helped me study more, and classes have been… tedious.

Harper and I have been working our asses off to keep up. Or better still, I have been working my ass off. And that was why, after an all-night study session, I was surprised to see Jaxon sitting cross-legged in the sitting room.

Yeah, surprising — I never woke up to see Jaxon in the mornings. He either locked himself in his room or, worse still, slept out the night before.

He glanced up at me from his phone.

“Good morning,” he greeted, and I arched a brow.

Wait… was he speaking to me?

I said nothing, because my bets were on me hearing wrongly.

I walked toward the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Lately, I’ve been dehydrated as f**k.

“So you just snub?” he asked, and I straightened up, turning around as I uncapped the bottle and took a large gulp, drops slipping down into the tank top I wore.

I exhaled in satisfaction — only to meet his gaze… head-on.

I gave him a questioning look. “Are you talking to me?”

He gave a flat look in return. “We’re the only ones here”

“Wow. Time must be frozen, or the earth has just stopped spinning,” I said sarcastically before rolling my eyes.

To my amazement, he chuckled.

He… chuckled. At something I said.

I narrowed my eyes at him, concerned. He couldn’t be high — I’d seen him high once and he still treated me like trash.

And no, he couldn’t be doing this in his right mind. So the question was: is he dying? Or does he need something from me?

I picked the latter. I’d be the last person he’d want to see if he were dying — which is fine by me anyway.

“Cut to the chase. What do you need? Something I have to ask my dad?” I asked dryly, not in the mood for whatever games he had up his sleeves.

He adjusted his sitting position so he was staring directly at me from the couch.

“You owe me a favour for crashing my party by calling the cops,” he said.

I snorted, blinking in disbelief. “Excuse the f**k out of me?”

“You are excused,” he countered.

Was he being serious right now?

“I owe you a favour for calling the cops because you were violating the peace of the environment?” I asked, staring right at him.

He shrugged. “Considering I don’t have neighbours close around, yeah.”

From the look on his face, I could tell he was dead serious.

I shook my head, mumbling under my breath. “And what is it you need?”

His lips tilted up in a smirk.

Honestly, I had no idea when last he’d smiled around me. I only heard his laughter when he was with Aiden or his sister.

His attitude was continuously pushing me to the edge.

“I’m having a game this afternoon. Come watch?” he said.

I frowned. “You’re inviting me to a game that you’ll be playing?”

Just to confirm I’d heard right.

I even pinched myself — second-step verification, in case I was dreaming.

Though I doubted I’d dream about something this unreal.

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah. Is that an issue?”

I chuckled dryly before moving closer and checking him over without touching him. He stared at me like I’d gone insane.

“Is this a clone or something?” I asked quietly, pointing at his eyes.

“They’re a lighter shade, unlike how they usually are.” I narrowed my eyes. “Your jaw looks sharper and…”

I stepped back when I saw the amused look in his eyes.

“You know the shade of my eyes,” he muttered.

I shook my head so fast I scared myself.

Way to make myself look like a fool.

I put my hands in front of me, trying to feel less embarrassed.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” I blurted. “What I’m saying is that we’re not friends for you to just casually invite me to watch your game.”

He raised a brow. “I’m not inviting you. And we don’t have to be friends.”

“I’m not going,” I said deadpan.

Dude was acting weird, and I wanted no association with him in any way — not after the party, not after all these years.

No, thank you.

I like my heart unbroken and my mental health intact.

“Why?”

I scoffed, moving farther away toward my door.

“Because we’re not friends! You don’t like me and I don’t like you either,” I snapped before taking a deep breath. “Thank you for letting me stay with you, but you don’t have to become nice to me overnight. It’s creepy.”

Something flickered across his expression — something I couldn’t name — but I didn’t wait to figure it out. I entered my room and locked the door behind me.

I had no idea if I should be worried or scared.

If I should call his mother to check on him or invite Harper over.

On second thought, it was scary, and I needed company.

Harper it is.

“Hey. Can you come over?” I asked as soon as she picked up.

She grunted — obviously still asleep. Of course. It was early as hell.

“What?” her voice was hoarse and slightly deep.

“Jaxon is acting a little creepy, and I’d really love if you come over right now. You can sleep here,” I whispered — loud enough for her to hear but not enough for anyone on the other side of the door.

“What?” More ruffling, grunts, curses. “What did he do?”

“Just get here already,” I muttered. Definitely not something to talk about on the phone.

She mumbled something and hung up.

I stared at the door.

What if that wasn’t Jaxon and just a look-alike with eerily similar details?

And what if he’d suddenly realized he’d been horrible to me all these years and wanted to be friends again?

Hmph.

That sounded ridiculous even to me.

It was weird and unsettling. Really unsettling.