All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BIANCA “So. Now that we're done with today's lesson, I have a very special announcement.” Mrs Campbell turned back to the class with a smile that could light a thousand tunnels. “Our literature convention is coming up in a months time, and the school board’s decided to allow us shake things up a little.” “Ooo-s” followed her sentence, while I sat still and battled the urge to let my head drop to my hands. “Shaking things up” basically meant more workload for me and less responsibility on everyone else's shoulders. “This is also our one opportunity to draw more members for the Literature Club, so I want to leave things in your hands.” Why did she look at me when she said that? “What do you guys have in store for us?” She asked, and I let my gaze drift elsewhere. Anywhere but in her direction. “I think the obvious option is the book review” “Jonathan, please. We're not trying to bore them to death again” his twin sister countered. “Can we do that book swap thi

BIANCA I took another look at the stage name before the cringe spread across my face. “You're… sexual chocolate” I repeated, more of a question than a statement. “Yeah!” He answered with enthusiasm. I looked to Tiffany beside me, and she let her hair down so I wouldn't catch a glimpse of her face… or the laughter she was barely holding back. “What's your real name please?” I turned back to the guy on the stage. “Chester. Chester Drake.” How the fuck did he get sexual chocolate from that?! “Uh, please show us your performance.” “If you want it that bad” he answered. God, I hate this job. For the next three minutes, and the fifty seven minutes after him, I had to endure the heaviest weight of second-hand embarrassment. Quiet literally none of the auditions for Literature Con cut it. From the start, it seemed a hopeless venture. But, if I was being honest, half of the time, my mind wasn't even here. Every now and then, I'd glance at my phone, hoping a

MAX The minute we stepped in, the entire ball game flipped on its head. Regality spilled through every nook and cranny from the moment I stepped into that car. But this… this was different. No one looked at us when we entered, yet I felt the heat of judgement with every step. “Try to smile politely. Don't look so unnatural.” Need I remind her my only job was to drive her up here? Now I had to fake being a person of interest? Chandeliers hung floors overhead, spilling an unnatural shade of light around the room. Around us, champagne glasses clinked together, quiet chatter following expensive laughs. “What is this place?” I asked under my breath. “None of your business. Just…” “If we're doing this, don't you think I at least deserve some information?” She spared me a glance. Only for a moment, but it was enough to carry that crushing weight of judgement. “My family's annual ball” she spoke. “Relation, friends, and a couple close business partners were invite

BIANCA Was it pessimistic to say literature con was doomed? Maybe. But it was the truth. Rehearsals continued today, and they weren't any better than they were before. It was starting to feel like everyone was intentionally having a laugh at our expense. Either that, or I was reading a bit too seriously into all of it. “It's the curse of the talent show” Tiffany said beside me. “Those things don't ever go as they're shown in the movies.” “But that's what they chose” I groaned. “Besides, we had the drama as backup, and that's gone to shit too.” It wasn't looking good. At all. We headed for Mrs. Campbell's office to update her as agreed, but the hallway stretched longer than it normally should've. Long enough to let my mind plague me once more… with him. After he left last night, Max didn't come back home. Another night that left me in limbo. Ellie didn't return home either, and there was only so much I could pretend was okay before breaking down underneath the weight of

BIANCA His body filled the doorway, eyes sunken in that dark heat that made my spine shiver. “What are you doing here?” He damn near growled. It felt like one of those stares that should've made me move the moment I met it. But that there was the problem. I couldn't move. Not a single muscle. His eyes pinned me in position. “I… I uh, this is my room” I blurted and he squinted slowly enough for me to realise what just left my mouth made no sense. “Your room.” He titled. “Really?” He stepped closer, peeling away the space between us, and the scent behind him hit me hard and quick. Musk. His overwhelming petrichor-like scent… and that floral note from earlier. The scent… of a woman. My eyes darted to confirm, and he moved closer. Close enough to deny a peek. “I think you got the wrong house Bianca.” “No… I… Ellie… Max… Here.” My tongue stumbled over itself. The way he kept staring wasn't helping either. “Sorry, there was probably a mix-up somew