Chapter 16 Obsessed With My Roommate MM
Liam's POV
The room smelt of burnt coffee and desperation. I was hunched over the desk, my glasses falling off my nose, pen between my lips as I tried to grasp the concept of the textbook open on my desk.
The lamp was dim, casting a golden glow over the room.
Why was this so damn difficult?
I ran my hand through my hair again just as the door slammed open.
BANG.
Startled, I almost fell off my seat, a strangled yelp escaping me. “Jesus fucking chㅡ”
My roommate sauntered in, his hockey jacket soaked in sweat and a look of anger on his face.
“Noah? Jesus, don't fucking do that againㅡ” I stated, turning back to pick my pen that had clattered to the floor when his voice cut through the silence.
“Don't you dare.” He warned. His voice was hard. “Don't even fucking talk to me.”
That made me freeze and my throat run dry.
That was how easy it was for anyone to obey him. He was the golden boy of schoolㅡ Bright blue eyes. Golden hair that seemed to catch in the sunlight. A slim toned physique that would make anyone wish to be with him or be him. Soft plump lips that looked like they would feel as soft asㅡ
Shit. I was rambling again.
“Sorry…” I squeaked under my breath, turning back to my book so fast that I almost got whiplash.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What made me think that I could somehow talk back to Noah Vale? I was always like thisㅡ I tried to utter one word and I was reduced to a mumbling mess.
That was how whipped I was for him. I was a goner for Noah Vale. Everyone knew I was gay, that was not a secret, but this? This thing I had for someone who would never even look my way unless it was a Monday morning and I was in his way? Yeah, that was a secret I couldn't let out.
He huffed, throwing himself on the bed before pulling out his phone, his fingers tapping angrily against the screen.
I had seen him come home angry. I had seen him come home drunk even more times. I had seen him come home silent as death. But not once had I ever seen him this... extremely bothered.
My gaze flicked to him through the corner of my eyes and my brows drew together. He was biting on his nailsㅡ chewing on them while staring up at the screen of his phone, his face drawn into what seemed to be worry. Noah never bit his fingers. Something was definitely wrong.
Clearing my throat, I turned to him, pushing my glasses up my nose again. “You...you okay, Captain? Is it something with um...practice?”
For a second, he didn't say anything and I was convinced he wasn't going to answer me. But then, he suddenly sat up, the sudden action making me lean back in my seat instinctively even though we were several feet apart.
I needed to get my shit together.
He rubbed his hand together, seeming to try to brace himself for what he was about to say. “I need to talk to you.”
This was it. My condemnation day. I could feel it, even if I wasn't sure what was about to come. His gaze was heated, fixed, intent. Like he was trying to look into my freaking soul and get the truth out of me. Without thinking, I shriveled back in my seat under the weight of his gaze.
He was going to tell me I was a weirdo and he was meeting the hostel manager for a change of rooms. I had scared away the one guy thㅡ
“How did it feel?” He suddenly blurted out, his brows knitting together as he waited for an answer.
I paused, my brain short circuiting. “What? How did what feel?”
“When everyone knew you were…” He paused like he couldn't get the words then he ran a hand through his hair, an uncomfortable look crossing his face. “...gay.”
What?
My heart flew out the fucking window and I suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Shit. Why was he asking me that? Iㅡ What the hell was happening?
“Iㅡuhㅡ what?” I stuttered.
He gave me that ‘How stupid can you get?’ look before he groaned, giving me a glare. “Forget it,” he muttered under his breath, falling back to his bed before I could say any other thing. “Good night.”
I just sat there, dazed for a second. What was that about?
Muttering a few words, I turned back to my books, feeling light-headed. Weird.
The next morning, the alarm blaring got me springing up from where I had dozed off on my table.
Shit. I was late for class.
Looking around the room, I frowned. Where was Noah? He never left for school before I did. My phone buzzed with several messages and I frowned. Probably just the normal school losers finding someone to pick on in the chat.
I trudged out of bed, getting my toothbrush before I started scrolling through the school messages lazily.
Swiping past tons of messages I knew I couldn't bother to read, I suddenly froze, scrolling back to one.
What the fuck was that?
My eyes widened and I almost choked on my toothbrush.
Paul: @Noah_League. You got anything to say, Captain? Are the rumors true?
Beckett: @Paul. He's too busy deep throating the nerd. Haha. But Cap, when were you gonna tell you were into guys? Why did we have to find out through a fucking love letter?
I scrolled fast, my blood running dry until I got to a photo shared to the school's chat. A letter. Addressed to me. A fucking love letter. And not just a love letterㅡ it had things that he wanted to do to me. And I knew it was Noah's handwriting.
No way.
The school was already going crazy with it. And me? I just stood there in my dorm, my mouth hanging open. No way the captain I had a huge crush on liked me. No way. Maybe it was another Noah. Maybe if he was even truly gay, he was talking about the PE student coach. Maybeㅡ
My phone buzzed and I almost dropped it in shock. Shit.
It was a message from Paul.
“Meet me in the Janitor's closet before 8:30. Don't even think about running, Liam.”