The Football Player's Roommate

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Chapter 6.

Amaya

We both climbed into Theo’s car to go to the nearest grocery store.

His car was most likely an extremely expensive one. My ole clanker didn’t compare to the heated leather seats and the advanced dash board that looked more like the controls of a spaceship.

“Nice car,” I said as I buckled my seat belt.

“She sure is,” He patted the steering wheel as if his car had just turned to a new puppy.

I chuckled at his weirdness as he pressed the start button. The engine roared to life with literally one touch.

Although my old 1996 Volkswagen could take a punch, I’d much rather have a car that didn’t have the chance of breaking down on me every day.

I’d take Theo’s car over mine any day.

We drove for about 15 minutes and finally arrived at our nearest Walmart.

Theo barely shut the car off before he was hopping out of the car and running like a little kid towards the automatic sliding doors of Wally World.

I barely caught up, and was out of breath. I should probably get more exercise than my daily walk to the fridge, but hey it’ll be winter in a few months and I need the extra pudge to keep me warm during hibernation.

Theo grabbed a cart and started pushing it along to the unhealthiest sections of the store.

“Nothing like a good bowl of mac & cheese,” Theo admits before chucking two boxes into the already enormous pile of food that was all about to overflow out the sides of cart.

“It’s like you’re trying to make us gain a bunch of weight.” I refer to all the crap he’s loaded the cart with.

“Nah. I’m just trying to bless you with all these delicacies,” He said as he pointed to a premade sub sandwich. “Especially that.”

“Yeah. Quite the delacacy you got there. I’m sure Julia Child would be raving for weeks.” I sarcastically said with an eye roll.

His facial expressions looked confused. “Who’s Julia Child?”

“Ugh. Nevermind. Do you have enough junk now? I’m ready to go home.” I sighed.

“You’re such a whiner,” He rolled his eyes at me with a smirk. “But yeah. I guess we could go.”

We walked to the registers and when we emptied the cart the conveyor belt was completely full. Linda, at least that’s what her name tag said, let out a sigh as if preparing herself and started to scan all the items.

When she was done she announced the amount and before I could even think Theo whipped out a flashy credit card and gave it a swipe.

He just spent nearly $200 on junk food as if it was nothing. I couldn’t do that even if I had all the money in the world.

My whole life my parents struggled for money. Both have been unemployed at least twice before. It wasn’t always easy for them, but we always managed.

But living with them they taught me how to manage money, and the number one rule was around the lines of: “don’t blow a bunch of money on things you don’t actually need.”

I’m happy they taught me that life lesson though. Lots of kids I see around just spend money on the stupidest and most unnecessary things, and I mentally cringe.

My mom and dad luckily taught me good financial lessons, but unfortunately they didn’t teach me how to deal with an annoying new roommate.

Before we could even push the cart out the sliding doors, Theo ditched it and ran over to the big, yellow claw game.

I caught the hundreds of dollars he just spent (aka the cart) and wheeled it back over to him.

His tongue was sticking out a little bit as he tried his hardest to concentrate. Not going to lie. It was pretty cute.

“Can’t win if you keep staring at me.” He muttered as he guided the claw towards a cute, stuffed monkey.

“Wasn’t staring. You just wish I was.” I crossed my arms as I watched him click the red button.

The claw reached down and caught the monkey’s left ear. He didn’t have a tight enough grasp, so it fell back into the pile of toys.

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a smirk turning to me.

Uh-oh.

He was up to something and I knew it. I wiped the smile off my face, and just shrugged.

His feet stepped closer to me and crossed his arms.

“How about a bet? If I get the monkey within the next try I win. If I don’t you win.”

“Nope. I’m good. Thanks.” Better not take on any deals with the devil.

“You win, I’ll give you $100.”

Dang.

Money is money. I’m also kind of short on it as it is.

I look through the see-through box and get a peek at the monkey lodged between the back glass and a giant caterpillar. The chances of him actually being able to get that are slim.

“What’s your prize if you win?” I asked the last question left.

“To be determined, so do we have a deal?” He asked with a hand held out.

It’s probably the easiest $100 I’ll ever make.

“Deal.” I shook my small hand with his large one.

I heard clinks of the two quarters that he put in the machine, and watched as he maneuvered around all the stuffed animals. He lowered it over the monkey’s head and grabbed it.

The claw deposited it in the small square leading to the opening at the bottom. Theo bent over and grabbed the adorable stuffed mammal.

“Looks like I’ve won,” His smirk could probably not get any bigger. “Both the monkey, and the bet.”

“Whatever, so what do I have to do?” I asked wanting it to get it over with already.

He set the monkey in the baby seat in the cart, and stepped even closer to me. His eyes watched mine before he leaned in and got so close to my face that my breathing hitched in my throat.

Was he going to kiss me? Was that the price for losing the bet?

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” He said.

I felt his breath on my face before he pulled away and started laughing. My face turned crimson and lava-like.

What a jerk.

He walked out the doors and I pushed the cart behind him towards the car. By the time I caught up with him I noticed how much the temperature had dropped since we’d last been outside.

My goosebumps rose up on my arms and I let out a shiver before I could stop them. Unfortunately Theo noticed letting him see how much of a sissy I am.

“Cold?” He asked.

“Just a little bit.” I admitted with an embarrassed laugh.

He took his coat off and draped it over my shoulders. All he was left in was a t-shirt, and I instantly felt bad. I tried giving it back, but he refused.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to the cold.” He said it as if it was nothing.

What did he mean by that?

“Well. Thank you.”

I hated the cold; the sucky thing about it was I was constantly cold.

As we unloaded the all the food and put it into the car trunk we didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t long before he talked again.

“You know, I think this is the longest you’ve ever been nice to me.”

“I haven’t talked in the last five minutes.”

“Exactly my point.” He pointed to me as he put the last bag in.

“You, jerk.” I said trying to punch his arm and couldn’t help but laugh.

By “trying” I meant I was so much shorter than him it probably looked like a little kitten fighting a lion.

When he finally stopped laughing he caught his breath while bent over. “That...that was adorable.”

“Shut up,” I glared at him. “It’s not my fault. I’ve never fought anyone.”

“Really? I would’ve never guessed that.” He said sarcastically before walking towards the driver’s door.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not an instigator.”

“Neither am I. When I get into fights it’s only for a good reason.” He winked.

“Highly doubt it.”

He unlocked the car and we both climbed in. His hand immediately went to the radio and he changed it to a station that he seemed to enjoy before backing out of the parking spot.

We jammed out the whole way back to the apartment with slushies that we picked up from he gas station in hand.

I was honestly disappointed when we parked the car. Our little adventure was over. He must’ve noticed how I felt by the look on my face.

“No worries. There’s more to come. I mean what do you expect from someone as awesome as me?”

“You’re not that awesome.”

“We both know I am.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nope.”

“Yup.”

“Oh my gosh. You’re such a little kid.”

“Guess you should get used to it, princess.” He sent me a flirty smile before getting out of the car leaving me irritated about yet another new nickname.

I ended up carrying two bags (very light ones) while Theo carried the other ten.

Oops.

He might be annoying at times but he sure is good to have around for heavy lifting.


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