DANTAES ROOMMATE

“Hello.” I said looking around the empty dorm.“Guess I'm the first one here. Which means I get first dibs.” I looked around the apartment. It was a nice size. It had to rooms both fairly large with a living room, kitchen, but only one bathroom. “Damn. I hope my roommates not a slob.” I said to myself. “Anyways let me set my stuff down.” I put the bags I had in my hand in the room I had chosen and left and got the rest of my bags out of my car. Once I was through with that I laid across my bed and looked at the clock, it read back to me four o'clock. I decided to take a little nap since I was all settled in. I dozed slowly and then just like that I was out.

I woke up to the sound of the door closing. I looked around the room sleepily and then at the clock. It read back to me seven o'clock. I sighed heavily and got up out the bed fixing myself before I walked into the living room to meet my new roommate. “Lord.” I said looking up to the ceiling. “Please spare me a trip to jail.” I walked out the room and went inside the living room. Looking back at me was this tall light-skin dude with muscles. He wore a Chicago Bulls snap back with all black tee and some gray sweats. He was definitely far from ugly. I had to catch myself from staring too hard because dude was definitely my type. I played it off though.

“Hey whats up? My names Dante.” I said trying to sound as cordial as possible. He just looked at me for a second. It was a second too long for me. Automatically my face turned from a smile to instant mug. I coughed. “I said my name is Dante.” He just ignored me and kept on doing what he was doing. I sighed heavily. “I heard you the first time.” He finally spoke. I have to admit his voice was sexy, but that damn sure wasn't an excuse for him to be rude. “Look I'm trying to be nice, you don't know me and I don't know you so...”

“That's right you don't me and since you don't know me I'm just going to let you know upfront I don't like fags.” I just stood there with my open in shock. That was it. It's chumping time. “Look you homophobic son-of-a-bitch. I don't give a damn what the hell you like to be honest with you! I just know one thing you gone respect me or we gone have some damn problems! I ain't your average fag remember that bitch!”

“I'm not your bitch.” He yelled back. “You dumb ass fagget!”
“Could've fooled me you punk ass bitch.” I hissed back at his ass.
“You must want your ass beat on the first day?” He threatened.
“That's all you had to say!” I hollered.

Just like that I was all up in his face. He pushed me back and I socked him dead in his jaw. He fell back into the wall, then came charging at me full speed. He picked me up and tried to slam on the floor, but I held my ground. I just started swinging my fist at him and he was swinging his at me. We were going blow for blow. I wasn't backing down, little did he know I loved to fight. I stayed hooking back where I came from because people like him stayed trying me. I showed his ass though. I could feel him backing down a little. That was until he bust me in the eye. I was hot then. I took my head and connected it with his and after that we both stumbled back and hit the floor. Everything went black.

I jumped as I woke up in my room that I chose early that day. I looked around the room wildly and then started touching my face. I wasn't sore and there weren't any bruises. I looked in the reflection of my phone. My face wasn't touched. I sighed. It must've been a bad dream. I unlocked my phone and looked at the time. It read back to me six o'clock. I jumped as I heard the door close in the living room. My roommate was here. I just hope that he don't act like the dude in my dream. I looked at the ceiling and sighed. “Lord, give me strength.” I said before walking out the room.
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