All Chapters of BULLY ROOMATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

This isn’t going to work. I don’t think I give off a gay persona, but who am I to say? Josie texted her parents, and started pacing the room, picking up random cleats, the aluminum cans from the table and pulling down her dress.Jordan gave me a worried look. “Are we meeting the president, Josie? I mean—your parents can’t be that bad.”She stopped, hands on her hips and frowned. “It’s not my dad, it’s my mom, and she’s strict and never believes you.”“You want to sit on my lap, bro?” Jordan asked from the couch.I slapped the back of his head. “Cut that crap. I’m not sitting on your lap, maybe you should just go into your room and pretend you’re not here—,”“No!” Josie shouted. “She’ll want to see his room. Just be quiet and go along with what I say, please. I have nowhere else to go, and if they catch on, they’ll force me to move back home to Zachary.”I’d never met Josie’s parents, because I never had a reason, but it shocked me to think her parents were so strict. Josie walked over

The chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream slid down my throat but didn’t wash away the thick regret resting there.My mother couldn’t just take a hint and leave. She had to prepare dinner for a guy I’d only hung out with a couple of weeks. No, excuse me, the first guy I’ve ever hung out with.I groaned, letting my head rest against the warm passenger side window of King’s pickup. He chuckled. “I told you not to worry about it, Josie. Your parents aren’t the first parents I’ve met.”I sighed. “I know, but we’ve only hung out a few times, the woman doesn’t listen, and when she does, it goes in one ear and out the other.”King smiled—that lopsided one—and reached over to squeeze my thigh. Since he’d basically inhaled his ice cream cone before we made it back inside his truck, he had a free hand.“You can’t be surprised,” he said, turning his cap around backwards, showing his bright eyes. “I’m sure she’s done this before.”I took a bite to give myself a second to think. I didn’t want him

I’m awake when my alarm goes off. Everything from the night before swirled in my head like a hurricane. I knew I had a quiz in Chapman’s Algebra class today, and I needed the rest, but my body refused to shut off.Nothing a giant cup of Joe couldn’t conquer.I peeled myself from bed, grabbing my clothes to make it to the bathroom before the boys. Most days they had football practice before class, but with the game only a day away, I figured they had a day to rest.I walked past Maverick’s door, listening to the silence. I couldn’t sleep in silence, I needed a box fan or rain sounds to get through the night. I slipped into the bathroom, stripped and stood in the hot water.Thoughts of the night before floated in and out of my reach. Besides the obvious make-out session that still had my blood pumping wildly, I’d witness Maverick have a mini panic attack.This wasn’t the person I knew in school. He most likely hid it from everyone. Being the King of campus didn’t come to people that had

I left Maverick sleeping when I woke the next morning. After his nightmare I’d been shook, him screaming for help, screaming in a way that made me think he was a child. Not the man sleeping beside me.Frankie looked startled at the sight of him sobbing, which made me think something ran deep for Maverick, something Frankie didn’t even know about.When I tiptoed into the kitchen the next morning, I found Frankie sitting at the dining table with an untouched bowl of cereal in front of him. He looked haunted.“Hey,” I said, starting the coffee.Frankie ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and sat back to look at me through heavy eyes. “What is wrong with Maverick, Josie?” he asked.I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know, Frankie. You’ve never seen him do this before?”“No.”I made my coffee and slid onto the chair opposite from him. Jordan’s snores were the only noise between us. “He agreed to go to counseling, but wouldn’t tell me how it went. You don’t know anything?” I asked.Fr

Professor Howard’s class consisted of mostly girls, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the reason. I felt like an intruder when I sat in the corner of the room and helped him with his handouts. Most of the girls didn’t seem to notice me, but the ones that did, tossed me dirty looks.I could taste their judgmental stares and whispers.I watched him carefully, taking notes, even though it wasn’t my class, and tried my best to keep quiet, but it didn’t last long. “Ms. Lee,” Professor Howard said. “Stand up.”Nervously, I stood, pulling at my cut-offs and tucking my hair. I looked relaxed compared to the majority of the class. They wore cute skirts, low-cut tops or jeans that molded to their curves, not to mention a full face of makeup in the evening. Who has time to go home and reapply makeup before class? Not me. Not that I even bother with it most days. “This is Josie Lee, she is going to intern for me this year.”Someone’s hand shot up in the back. He turned his attention t