The Roommate Ch. 1

This is something that floated around at the back of my head for a while. Nothing special; it is what it is.


I was so fucking mad. Fuck Preston, fuck his hot boyfriend, fuck needing a roommate to cover my rent. Fuck it all.

I’d been in love with Preston for, well, just about forever, and the asshole knew it. In college he was the cool, crazy, good-looking freshman who ran around in the rain at three in the morning, the guy who pulled pranks that never got out of hand, the life of every party. Nobody really cared whose pants he got into because he was so damn likable. I was a shy, newly un-closeted gay kid who worried constantly about being ostracized. Preston took me under his wing, brought me into his wide social circle, and didn’t push me away when I followed him around like a puppy dog. He even kissed me a couple of times, but he was drunk and it was always at a frat party, so everyone else assumed it was a joke. I never told Preston outright, but I knew he knew how I felt; it wes pretty obvious. He moved in with me knowing how I felt about him, even if I hadn’t said it out right, and then treated me like shit because he knew I’d take it. He was a fucking tease. No more. Enough. I was finished.

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