Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 109

"Baby!" I hear, along with a loud knock on the door.

I gradually pick myself up from the bathroom floor, wincing in pain. How did I end up falling asleep here?

"Juls, open the door," I hear again. This time, I let out a sigh and make my way to my feet. My dress from last night is still on, the zipper undone from the previous evening.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror above the vanity. Red eyes, tangled hair, a brutal hangover with a pounding headache.

As I turn my attention back to the door, a mix of emotions wash over me. A significant part of it is anger, actually mostly anger. But there's also a trace of sadness that makes me want to cry all over again.

I need some time to think and space away from him.

Ever since we started whatever this is with Kent, he's always been so preoccupied. I clung to him whenever he paid me attention. My every thought revolved around him, and I'm starting to believe that's why things keep going awry for me.

The truth is Kent doesn't reveal everything, and he often sugarcoats things to sound romantic. He's an excellent companion and I know he cares, but he's complex and hard to understand.

I shuffle over to the shower, peel off my dress and underwear, and turn on the faucet. I hear Kent knocking again, but I pay it no heed. Instead, I let the shower's warmth wash away the negativity.

After some time, I muster the strength to get up and wrap myself in a hotel towel. It takes every ounce of my energy to make my way to the door.

I open it and step into the bedroom. Kent is sitting on the bed with his head resting on his knees.

"You're here," he sighs, standing up as I head to my things, grab my toiletry bag, and return to the bathroom. I refuse to look at him or acknowledge his presence in any way. "Juls?"

I stand at the sink, pulling out my face wash from my bag. I know if I make eye contact, I'll burst into tears, and I don't want to go through that again.

"What was I thinking?" He sighs with an air of boredom and exhaustion.

I turn around, facing him for the first time, giving him my fiercest glare. But he looks dreadful, pale with dark circles under his eyes. He appears as if he did the night before.

"Fuck you," I retort, not caring that he's leaning against the doorframe with his shirt mostly undone. "Get lost."

"Original," he nonchalantly shrugs, and I bite the inside of my cheek. "That's a new one from you, Juls. Tell me, is there anything I could do that wouldn't set you off?"

"Kent, you're such a jerk!" I shout, slamming my face wash bottle on the countertop. "After what you pulled on me last night, how can you treat me like this?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, looking somewhat bewildered, possibly even slightly annoyed.

"What happened when we got back here last night?!"

"...," he pauses for a moment, his face then showing a hint of dread. "What are you referring to?"

"You can't escape this by pretending it didn't happen," I warn, pointing at him.

"I don't remember coming home last night," he mumbles and rubs his face with his hand. "The last thing I recall is Jagerbombs before midnight, I-"

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing we never slept together," I snap and soak a washcloth under the faucet.

"Sex?"

"Yeah, you know, we were about to last night after we got back, but your performance issues prevented it from happening."

That was cruel, as it wasn't his fault that he couldn't perform.

"You're upset that we didn't..."

"Oh, Kent, for the love of God! No!" I shout.

"Don't yell at me! Jesus, I'm sorry for whatever I did last night, okay? You get upset over everything!" he retorts, and I close my lips.

"Do you remember what you said to me last night?" I pivot and lean against the vanity as I speak in a hushed tone.

"No, what could have been so bad?" He inquires, air quoting.

"You felt the need to disclose that this had happened to you before, that you had too much to drink, and then..." I give a shrug, shaking my head.

"Okay, yeah. I guess you misread the room, but you didn't need to know that."

"Then you told me Piper was mad about it," I express and briefly shut my eyes, willing myself not to cry.

I open my eyes, and he maintains silence, merely watching me, waiting for my response. As I feel a chill, I turn around, picking up the damp facecloth once more. "This is why I'm angry."

I cleanse my face in silence while still catching glimpses of him in the mirror behind me, then proceed to brush my teeth.

"Well, I didn't really do that, and it's not like that," he contends, exhaling. I spit out the toothpaste and turn on the sink.

"Don't downplay it, you lied to me," I whisper as I stow my toiletries in my bag.

I wait for him to exit the doorway, but he simply continues to stare at me. So, I push past him with an exasperated huff.

"Baby-"

Don't patronize me right now. I voice this as I open my suitcase and search for clothes to wear for the day.

"I apologize," he mumbles.

"Oh, are you sorry?" I retort. "Now? After I've caught you in it, and you can't talk your way out of it? You can't blame me for how I reacted anymore."

"I get it! I'm a jerk!" he sighs, and I shake my head, selecting a bra and underwear from my bag.

I remove my towel and let it fall to the ground, then retrieve my thong and pull it up my legs. I'm so infuriated, and I don't even know why. But I'd say it's because he never simply tells me the truth, and then he drops this terrible bombshell on me.

Juls has something to say. When he pleads, I spin around and grab my bra. I need to cease quarreling with him while I'm half-dressed.

"When did it happen?" I inquire, pulling the bra straps up my arms. "Because she couldn't find out unless you and she were going to engage in sexual intercourse, so tell me when." He chews on the inside of his cheek, infuriating me. "And just be honest, because it can't get any worse, so you might as well."

"Halloween," he murmurs, causing me to blink and cease my attempts to fasten my bra straps. I didn't anticipate it happening so soon. If it had taken place before we met or at the commencement of the school year, I wouldn't have been as upset.

"I requested that you reveal what was actually occurring between you and her."

"And I did! I've never slept with her."

"But you intended to," I respond, finally thawing out enough to secure my bra strap.

"You didn't tell me when we arrived in New York," he argues.

"I didn't want to tell you then!" He sounds despondent.

"What? And last night was the right time?" I demand, my anger intensifying.

"Listen, I knew you'd be mad if I disclosed that in the hotel room that day. We were making progress, and if I had told you then-"

"You wouldn't have gotten in my pants, right?" I retort, arms crossed, and he becomes visibly agitated.

"Don't talk about our relationship that way, like we're merely hooking up for sex, and I'm just after you for that," he asserts, leading me to shake my head.

"I slept with you because I believed you were being honest with me that day," I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes. "I thought you'd start opening up to me now that everything was out in the open. Kent, I want you to know how that feels. To think I understand what's going on and to have asked you outright, and you just didn't divulge everything."

"Because I knew that would make you angry."

"That's not a good reason not to tell me something!" I raise my voice. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

"....." He pauses, using his hand to wipe his face. I roll my eyes and return to my bag to retrieve a pair of jeans. "I didn't want to."

"That's my issue," I respond with a sigh. "You wouldn't confide in me about things like that, and I don't appreciate it."

"Juls, you're blowing this out of proportion. I didn't even sleep with her. That was months ago, and I'm with you now," he asserts.

"You wanted to be intimate with her!" I blurt out.

"And that night, you also went to Dane's, right? Don't forget that? You too, Juls, engaged in relations with someone else. You mean to say it doesn't work both ways?"

I feel like a surge of anger is coursing through my entire body, and my shoulders tense up. I can't see my expression right now, but if I could, it would probably be quite intense.

"The only difference is that I disclosed everything about Dane," I retort. He clears his throat as I hiss. "I've never seen Dane naked, he's never seen me naked. We were never in a situation where we could have intercourse, and I never even kissed him. Plus, we were both single at the time!" He coughs as I emphasize the point. "You and Piper were in a complicated situation where you got drunk and fooled around."