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Chapter 4  SHARED HOUSING, SHARED HEADACHE

Word Count: 1206    |    Released on: 24/10/2025

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lain the situation to her, and she looks up at me after staring at her screen for a while. She looks at me as if I am be

says as if she had solved everything,

? I am supposed to have

and I tilt my head, trying t

't think tha

h that should be enough to clear the air, my mind still can't understand what she meant. "You did not specify in the agreement that you wanted a gir

was a girl," I cry

a boy, and going back and forth isn't helping us both

roommate?" I ask, and she shakes her head

but without their consent, I can't change their room." I eyed her and couldn't believe how unhelpful

t such a bad thing," she adds with a smile. "One of the best relationships I had on campus was with a boy I shared a bed wi

a place to live. I could not think of living with Taylor for the rest of t

e enjoying this more than she should. "Just take the house and don't make a big deal out of it." She is ready to dismiss

rt. I stay rooted in place for a few more seconds before I turn and begin to walk back to the apartment. I should be going to school, but my day was ruined. Why ruin it further? By the time I had walked forty minutes and was at the

rying to focus my eyes on anything but his toned abs and slightly more visible tattoos on his side. If only that lady at the housing agen

le and dropping it to the counter before wiping of

know why I said that when I was supp

walks out of the kitchenette towards me. I take a step back, not because my brain t

asked, shocked he had allowed me to waste my entire mo

switch houses," he says, almost

n that moment, and I hated it. "You made me ruin my entire day just to get that news at the housing agenc

. He is right; there was nothing he would have said that would have made me relent. I would have still gone

te," he exclaims, not smil

his hand. Was I really doing this? Living with a shirtless boy who made wat

an opportunity. I frown and sit on the couch for the first time, feeling how soft it is. Maybe this place can't be that bad; it woul

ving the ru

o write t

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