ROOMMATES

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“Hey, sweetpea.” A cocky and extremely attractive (though you hated to admit it to yourself) voice came from the doorway of your room, and as you looked up, you saw just who you’d expected—Lisa Rowe, whom you shared your place with.

She’d been at the psych ward for years now, and when you got admitted, you were put here with her to be a role model of sorts to her unpredictable, sometimes mean and sometimes nice, passive-aggressive, cocky yet extremely charming self.

And for some reason, even though you knew she was a bad influence and you were supposed to be good, even though she was a menace, you couldn’t get enough of her. Having her around was so damn fun, it was always something when she showed up. There was never a dull moment.

“Hey—talkin’ to you.”