Chapter 5 Five: Roommate From Hell.

CHAPTER FIVE:

Saphielle's POV:

This is bad.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking, my heartbeat hadn't slowed since I ran from that classroom.

'Why the fuck are you scentless?!'

His words wouldn't stop ringing in my head, filling me with so much dread, I was beginning to feel nauseous.

Even the wind hitting my face couldn't stop me from sweating as I hurried back to my dorm.

Screw the rest of my classes. I can't... I can't sit in a room with anyone right now. I'm too worked up, too jittery. I need space to breathe. To think.

How on earth could he tell I had no scent?!

He shouldn't have been able to...

My hand instinctively crawled up to my neck, my fingers tracing the spell necklace my parents had always made me wear since I was a little girl.

It was supposed to give me an artificial scent-cherry blossom and vanilla-to hide the fact that I was scentless.

The truth is; I wasn't born scentless.

My parents had my real scent blocked when I was four years old.

I had no idea why.

And according to them, the secret behind that would get me killed-my family too.

I could hear the warnings my parents gave me:

'You must keep it on at all times!'

'The magic of the necklace will protect you!'

'They'll come looking if they find out you don't have a scent, they'll want to know why. They can never know why, we'll all be killed.'

But now, someone knows.

The knots in my stomach tightened.

He could tell even with the enchanted necklace sitting on my neck.

Could it be that it's losing its powers?

Was that even possible? I've had it with me for over ten years.

I have to get to my parents. I needed to tell them what happened.

They'll know what to do.

I dug into my bag, grabbing my room keys with slightly trembling fingers. I tried unlocking the door to find it was already open.

Shit.

My roommate, Becca, was in.

Sighing, I let myself in, hellbent on ignoring her since she was usually a piece of shit and I was in no mood to deal with her nonsense today.

Not when my life was at stake.

The door clicked shut behind me and moved forward, ready to drop my bag and books so I could speak to my parents.

But the scene that greeted me, stopped me dead in my tracks.

A naked guy with power, muscular legs covered in hair was lying on his back, grunting in pleasure while an equally naked Becca rode his face, her pierced boobs bouncing from the frantic way she was rubbing her clit on his tongue.

Another girl, was on the guy's dick, fucking herself on it while she tugged on Becca's nipple pulling moans from Becca's lips.

I saw red.

The fear of my secret getting exposed was momentarily forgotten, now replaced with a fury so blinding, my chest felt tight.

"WHAT THE FUCK, BECCA?!"

The trio broke apart at my angry outburst. The other two scrambled for their clothes, clearly embarrassed while Becca, bratty, annoying Becca stood there, smirking in all naked glory.

Now, I'm not a fucking prude, okay?!

I've seen porn-multiple times. I masturbate.

I'm not a naive virgin.

But this?! This was my last fucking straw!!!

Those infuriating amber eyes shone with amusement "Hi, roomie," she said sweetly.

"On my bed?!" I was seething now, my hands clenched into fists. "You couldn't have your fuck fest elsewhere so you chose 'my' bed?!"

For fuck's sake this bitch took my bed down, placed it on the floor, and decided, 'Yeah, this is great for bodily fluids.'

"Don't be like that, Elle," she pouted. "Your mattress is a lot fluffier and comfortable. And hey, you were rude to my guests, that's not fair."

I stared, dumbfounded, my lips parted but I lacked words to correctly convey what I felt in the moment.

Her audacity was crazy.

"Rude to your guests?" I echoed, my eyes moving to the 'guests' in question.

Now fully clothed, they'd produced a weed from God knows where and were smoking it.

Inside our room.

"Uhmm, yeah. You were rude, roomie."

I scoffed angrily. "You took my bed out of its frame, placed it on the floor, fucked on it-even though it's against school policies to invite a guy to the girls' dorms-yet I'm the rude one?"

"You're being overly dramatic! I borrowed your bed, so what?!" she snapped, still butt naked.

Must be nice to be so comfortable and proud in your own skin. I hate her for it.

My chest was heaving with barely contained rage, it almost felt like I was going crazy but I'd never been a violent person and I won't start now.

Becca's not worth it.

"You know what?" I huffed, grabbing a book from my bedside drawer. "Fuck this!"

I stomped back to the door, pulling it so hard, I swear I heard its hinges squeak.

"Fuck you, Becca!" I threw over my shoulder, storming out.

Ugh!!!!!

I want to scream until my throat hurts. I want to pull on my hair until it replaces the rage in my heart. I want to slap that smug smile off her face!!!

I... I want to cry.

I want to cry because I know nothing will change, even the Masters of quarters wouldn't query or punish her.

Believe me, I've tried reporting her.

I didn't have the kind of money Becca had, couldn't bribe them like she does.

My case was hopeless.

Why couldn't I get a break?!

I can't believe I skipped classes for this.

There was only one place I could go to now. I just hope it doesn't turn out to be a complete disaster...