Chapter Three

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Why is this happening to me! Why is the world's greatest jerk in my apartment? There's only one answer to that. This award winning jerk is my roommate. My life can't get any harder. He's as surprised as me as he stares at me, his hand holding a beer. I glare at him. " What the f**k! What are you doing in my apartment?" " Your apartment?" I glare at him. He's still wearing the same outfit as earlier. This time my eyes involuntarily check him out and I'm hating myself more for finding him attractive. For goodness sake he's an asshole. A hot one. " What the f**k are you doing here, fag?" He asks and I've never been irritated by another person to this extent. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. " Are you always an asshole?" I ask him. How does Mr. Romanoff expect the two of us to be roommates when he's always going to refer to me as a fag. " Are you gonna f*****g answer me or not? Why are you in my f*****g apartment?" Jakob walks toward me. Damn he's tall. Like an inch taller than me and quite broader even if he's kinda lean. The good kinda lean. I clear my throat and look into his blue eyes as I try not to look intimidated. He's kind of intimidating. " This is my apartment, Jake. And for starters if we're gonna live in the same apartment now you're gonna stop calling me a fag." He laughs and it sounds beautiful. His teeth is white and the nicest pair I've ever seen. " This is some sort of joke right? You can't be my roommate." He eyes me down, displeased. " What the f**k! What's wrong with Romanoff? When I asked for a roommate I wasn't expecting a…" He pauses, bites his lip and shoulders past me to the living room, dropping his beer can on the counter. " This can't be happening. Why would he even give my apartment to someone without at least my permission?" Jake says to himself as he punches something on his phone. Mr. Romanoff's phone number I think. I lean against the wall close to the kitchen doorway as I cross my arms. I watch Jake. He doesn't like me and he didn't try to hide it. " I thought you wanted a roommate." " Not a p***y like yourself." He groans and puts his phone against his ear. " I should be the one worried about having you as a roommate. You've been oozing off a bad vibe ever since we met." " Yeah?" Jakob turns to glare at me. He huffs and sits down on the couch opposite the huge flat screen. " Mr. Romanoff. It's Jake. What did you do, man? I came home tonight and there's a weird kid in my apartment. He said he's my new roommate. Why would you give my apartment to some weird…" Jake looks at me eyeing me up and down. I sigh and push my glasses against my nose. " You should at least ask for my opinion, I'm the one who's gonna spend almost a year with this kid you brought!" He's practically yelling. Jakob removes his cap, tosses it on the couch and runs his fingers through his long hair. " He's no trouble? I don't f*****g care. He has to leave." Jakob yells on the phone. Has to leave? What the hell is his problem? Who even acts like that? What's his s**t? Is it because he's a homophobe and he saw me checking him out earlier or he's just a real douche? Probably both. Why are good-looking people assholes? Jake sighs, he turns to look at me and glares at me. I should probably move out to avoid someone like him. Maybe I'm just gonna call Mom and tell her my supposed roommate is an asshole and wants me to leave. I push myself off the wall and proceed to go to my room when Jakob's voice stops me. " Where the f**k are you going?" Is he high? I roll my eyes and turn around to stare at Jake. He already ended his call. " Going to my room to pack my stuff." " Why?" He asks. I stare at him like he has grown two heads. Is he shitting me? " Look I don't give a f**k if you stay, just stay the f**k away from me and my stuff. Don't f*****g talk to me and lastly don't rub your gay s**t all over my stuff." Jake says and stands up. " I'm not gay!" What is his problem? " What's your problem with gay people, huh? I get it, you don't like me and you've already set your ground rules, why don't you listen to mine? You gotta respect me and stop calling me a fag. Plus why don't you stick your homophobic attitude up your ass you asshole." I turn around and walk down the hallway. " Yeah, stay away from my s**t and we're gonna be fine. Fag." He mutters the 'fag' part and I heard him. Fucking asshole. I shut my room door with such force I'm afraid the hinges will pull off. I sit on the edge of my bed and take off my glasses. I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. Who does Jakob Pierce even think he is? I don't give a rat's ass if he's hot and good looking. He has no right to treat people like they're s**t. I groan and fall back on my bed as I stare at my ceiling. My head hurts, all thanks to Jakob Pierce. Now I'm wondering how we are supposed to stay under one roof for a year plus. *** I turn off my annoying loud alarm as I get out of bed. I've got class in less than forty minutes. I couldn't sleep last night. Jakob for some reasons played his terrific loud music last night after our argument till almost 12 midnight. I couldn't confront him, not ready for his rude remarks. I take my bath, get ready and walk out of my room. I need to make toast and try to eat before I leave. I go to the kitchen and Jake is sitting on one of the barstool, thumb punching swiftly on his phone as he smokes a cigarette. How come I didn't think of this? That he smokes too. " Good morning." I greet and begin to make my toast. Jake doesn't look up from his phone or even answer. I sigh and shake my head. I won't let his bad vibe ruin my morning. Spreading jam on a slice of bread, Jake finally looks up from his phone as he stares at me with his dark brooding stare from across the counter. I don't bother to look up from what I'm doing or acknowledge him. Jake blows his smoke all over my face as I begin to cough. I hear him chuckle. I look up from what I'm doing and glare at him, he's staring at me with his same dark stare. Jake takes out his cigarette, dust the ash on the ashtray next to him and puts the cigarette back in his mouth. My eyes check out the pale man in front of me. He's wearing a cream colored beanie this time, with his brown locks peeking out from the bottom. A loose white long sleeve shirt. For some reason I wondered what he's hiding underneath his shirt. What his body would feel like against my palm. He's built and somewhat sexy. He probably works out too or maybe because he is an athlete. Weird Ashton. Weird, don't do that. I clear my throat as I quickly go back to spreading jam on my bread afraid to stare at Jake. He probably caught me staring like yesterday. Why can't I stop looking at him? Probably because he's too good looking to ignore. " You said you're not a fag and yet you can't help yourself checking me out any chance you get." Jakob says with irritation laced in his voice. I shut my eyes and breathe out through my nose. " I don't f**k guys Ash. Stay the f**k away from me. Far away or you're gonna get hurt." He tosses his cigarette on the ashtray and stands up. He leaves the kitchen. I exhale as I stare at the living room. Jake grabs his stuff and leaves the apartment. " What the hell Ash!" I yell at myself. What happened to retrace your steps. Stay away from guys, hot guys to be precise. Maybe date a girl so that I can make my parents happy. Will dating a girl even make me happy? Why can't I accept the fact that I'm gay and let my parents and people around me deal with it the way they want to. It's not my fault I find guys attractive. Jakob Pierce to be precise. And why does my closeted gay ass find Jakob Pierce, award winning asshole and homophobe attractive. Why do I like him? Why does he even have to be my roommate? I think it's time I accept the fact that I'm gay. If people around me aren't cool with it, they should probably fall off a damn bridge. Jakob Pierce especially. The fact that my parents will never accept me makes my stomach clench. God this is harder than I thought. Getting rid of the bread I already applied jam on, I grab my stuff and angrily walk out of my apartment.
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