Page 36 of Frenemies

“Thanks for the help, Princess,” I groaned out and blew my load to the sight of her jean-clad ass walking away.

Earlier that day:

What the hell was that sound? It was annoying as hell. It was shrieking through the window and ringing in my ears. Whoever thought it was a good idea to wake me up was going to get it.

“Shut the alarm off,” I grumbled and slapped a pillow over my head.

“It’s not my alarm.” Bailey’s voice was equally annoying. “There’s a fire down the street.”

Ugh, so it was the Miami Fire Department that was going to die today.

“You should come and see this, Naomi.”

Why would I want to see a fire? Unless there were one-of-a-kind Jimmy Choo’s in there, I didn’t care.

“This is crazy. There’s people screaming and running around.”

She was going to keep talking, wasn’t she?

“Oh my god, now that car’s on fire.”

So much for getting more sleep. What was Bailey doing anyway? Staring outside like an idiot?

“Hey,” Bailey yelled. “Get away from there.”

“Jesus, Bailey.” I groaned and threw the pillow off my face. “I don’t need a play-by-play.”

Sure enough, there was my roommate with her head hanging out the window. I’m not sure what was worse, the fact that she had goddamn corn husks on her pajamas, or that she was one of those people.

The kind that gawked out of their car while passing an accident. I hated those people. They slowed traffic down for absolutely no reason.

An explosion rocked through the sky, causing Bailey to drop down under the window.

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself out of bed. “Oh, calm down. We’re not on fire.”

“We could be.” Her wide eyes peeked back out the window. “It’s right there. Can’t you smell the smoke?”

The only thing I could smell was her cheap fabric softener. How many times did I have to tell her to let my cleaner handle it? But no. She couldn’t have someone else clean up after her.

Now my room smelled like the discount aisle at Walmart. What the hell did she have to be so proud about anyways? How quickly she could snap pigtails in her hair?

My eyes fell back to her hideous shorts. Who wore teal anymore? And why the hell would anyone put corn husks on that color? The whole thing was an abomination to anyone with sight. I couldn’t look at it anymore.

Jumping out of bed, I marched over to my closet and snatched my towel and bag.

“Where are you going?”

My lip curled as I shot my roommate a dirty look.

“To wash out my eyes.” I paused with my hand on the door to add, “Do yourself a favor and burn that outfit when you take it off.”

At least she didn’t sleep in pigtails. That was something.

My day continued to get better when I entered the bathroom and found no hot water. Was everyone in this house inconsiderate?

I stormed back out in the hall and demanded, “Who used all the water?”

Lane and Cammie were the only ones close enough to hear me. Neither of them was very helpful. Cammie shrugged her shoulders while Lane stared at me like I was going to tear her Chocolate hair out of her head. She didn’t need to worry about that.

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