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Chapter Three: Get Off My Bed
2 Months Later…
I'm sitting at lunch with a slice of pizza. I was alone, as Andy wasn't here yet. The last two months had gone by smoothly. I still hate Reid. Here she comes, making here way over with a tray of food: looks like salad. She looks happy, very happy.
"What are you smiling about?" I ask this while she's setting her food down and pulling up her chair to the table.
"Fate is finally on my side," she answers.
"What on earth are you going on about now?"
"I am Reid's new tutor." I obviously looked confused, so she elaborated.
"He's failing Calculus, and I have the highest grade in the class. Mr. Cooper asked if I could help him out. I agreed."
"And how does Reid feel about this?"
"Well, I don't really know. He didn't really say anything; just stood there." Just then the devil himself walks over to our table. Joy.
You know she really could have asked me if I was okay with this arrangement. I just sat there as Andrea volunteers our room for the study session. I live there too, you know. That doesn't matter. All that matters is that Andy gets to spend quality time with the blonde boy wonder, and now I have to find somewhere to go for a few hours. There is no way I'm staying in that room. I guess I'll go to the library, where most people go to study. My roommate is obviously not most people.
"You look fine, Andy. I promise." She's currently in freak out mode over her outfit. Who am I to tell her that most people don't study in heels? I should probably tell her.
"Lose the heels," I tell her as I make my way out the door.
I have everything I need, and I'm on my way to the library. Of course, just as soon as I walk in and set my stuff down I realize I don't have everything. How am I supposed to do my history homework if I don't have the handout with the essay questions on it? I can't. I have to go back and get it. The assignment is due tomorrow. This could be ugly.
"Get your nasty ass off my bed!" I should not be screaming. The first thing I noticed when I walked into my room was the blonde idiot planted on my bed. Now, why would I care? I shouldn't care, but I do. I asked him to move nicely twice and did he? No. So now I'm here in the middle of a screaming match with that nimrod.
"You are definitely insane." He says this with that stupid smirk.
"I am not insane. I just prefer you not be on my bed!" I should not be screaming. I look over and Andy definitely does not look happy. Fuck.
"I see, you'd rather me be in your bed, right? I can be. Is that what you want?" Someone tell me he did not just say that.
"No." I think I just growled. At least it wasn't a scream. I look over and grab my history assignment, and mumble something about him not being on my bed when I get back. Then I walk out, slamming the door behind me. Andy is not going to be happy when I get back, but right now I really don't give a fuck.
