With Me Tonight

"No," I say as I shake my head in denial, standing up from my seat. "No, that's wrong."

Oli clears his throat and now too stands up when I come over to them. "He's who I picked, I-"

"Pick again," I demand, my voice harsh. I feel bad for snapping at Oli, but this is a big deal that has me freaking out. I will not room with Austin Carlile. Do I need to repeat that?

I. Will. Not. Room. With. Austin. Carlile.

"Haze," Alan comes over, his voice calm to not make me snap even more.

"Alan, make him pick again," I say, crossing my arms after pointing to Oli who looked like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of what to do. The good thing is Alan will have my back. I know that. He wouldn't let me room with Austin, he's got my-

"It's who he picked, Haze," Alan shrugs and my eyes widen as I turn to him. How could he let this happen? Why didn't he have my back?!

"What? Alan, you can't be serious! You're on his side? You're supposed to be on my side!" I talk with my hands, very upset.

"I'm not on anyone's side, I'm just trying to play with the rules," he tries, giving me a sympathetic look.

"Screw the rules!" I cry out. "Alan, please, don't make me do this... You know I can't do this," my voice grows weaker at the end and I watch as Alan looks away from my face as if he was trying to not let me persuade him. I'm on the verge of getting down on my knees and begging him.

"He's up there right now, here's the key," Alan mumbles, shoving a room key into my hand. I look at him with disbelief, but also hurt that he's really not taking my side at all. Even after I told him everything that I did when he came to my room the night after Austin yelled at Jason and I, revealing that Alan told my secrets to Austin.

Before I could think of anything to say, Alan put his hands on my shoulders making sure I had my bag on my back before spinning me and then starting to push me towards the stairs. The whole way up I tried to turn around and go past him and Oli, put they cut me off and kept ushering me up.

I was trying to make them see my reason, utterly upset with this situation, but soon I realized that there is nothing I can do.

"Please," I try one more time when we stand in front of the door that Austin's behind. "Can't I just room with Adam Elmakis? He just got here and doesn't have a roommate!" I offer, but Alan ignores it. "Alan, I'm going to be so pissed if you make me do this," I nearly growl, still feeling that hurt because my own best friend was making me do this. I told him how I felt about Austin!

"This is for your own good," Alan reasons, taking the room key out of my hand to open the door.

"What does that even mean?" I breathe loudly, throwing my arms up. But when I do this, I hit the hat in Oli's hand, causing it to flop out of his hands and fall onto the ground, spilling all the pieces of paper inside that held names on them.

Alan pushes the door open and I'm now standing in the doorway of the room Austin is in, giving him clear view of me. "What are you doing here?" Austin hisses, standing up from the bed he was sitting on and stalking over.

I look at him and I gulp, not out of fear of him, but out of horror that I'll have to be with him for a week. Not only are we always at each others throats, but I don't know what being that close to him for so long will do to me. I can't escape him like before and now he'll always be in my head... He'll always be right there.

"I'm actually just leaving," I say, turning to walk out, but then getting Alan's hands on my shoulders again, holding me there.

"Oh, no you're not," he says, not letting me go past him. "Hazel here is your new roommate for the week," he informs Austin.

"What?" Austin breathes out a growl, taking another step over to us. I groan, letting my head roll back in agitation. This isn't happening.

But as I let my head roll back around, I notice all the little pieces of paper that fell to the ground. At first I almost let it slide, but then when I look closer, I see that more than one piece has Austin's name on it.

I squirm out of Alan's hands and shove through the side of him, bending down and grabbing multiple slips of paper. They all said Austin Carlile on them. And it's not his handwriting. I know his scripture almost as good as I know my own.

"What the fuck?" I ask aloud, scrambling to grab more slips of paper, only to read that they all have Austin's name. What the fuck?!

I stand back up with a handful of them, holding them harshly in Alan's face. "You fucking rigged it!" I yell, throwing them at his chest. "I can't believe you!" Just another time Alan has broken my trust in him.

"You both are out of control, we had to," Oli steps up to reason.

"We are not," Austin and I both deny it at the same time, our voice overlapping each others.

"Yes you are," Alan huffs, brushing the papers off him. "You guys have so much shit that there's not a day without you two yelling at each other. It's insane and everyone notices! No one wants to be in the same room with you guys if you're in it together because you put everyone on edge!"

Austin and I both stay silent, looking at them with clenched jaws.

"So I don't care if you hate me but I'm making you two do this," Alan continues sternly. "Because you both are my best friends and I want you guys to be happy. But most of all, I want you guys to be happy with each other. It wasn't supposed to end up like this! Constant fighting and assholeness... It's like you two forgot what you were to each other! You were family for god's sake!" My chest clenches and I look down to my feet at Alan's words. "This needs to stop."

"He's right, mate," Oli agrees. "It can't go on like this."

"Exactly. So we will rig this drawing every damn week if we have to if you two don't at least try to get over your shit," Alan looks at us both. We still don't respond. "And if either one of us find out that one of you two sneak into some other room, then we will start locking your doors somehow from the outside."

"Al-"

"No sweet talking me, Hazel," he jabs a finger at me and I huff, shutting my mouth. "I'm sorry, but you're doing this." He scoops up the pieces of paper that were dropped and then with one last glance at us, him and Oli walk away, leaving us here.

For a moment Austin and I just stand in the door way and I don't dare look up at him, but then I groan and roll around him, heading inside. I go over to the bed that doesn't have his shit all over it and pull my bag off of my back, dropping it on there while Austin stalks over.

"You're really going to stay here?" He grumbles.

"Where would you like me to go?!" I spin and ask, raising my eyebrow at him and holding my hands out, waiting for an answer. He has none. "And you heard them anyway," I point to the door. "I've got no choice."

Austin huffs. "This is so stupid."

"Trust me, I know," I agree, rolling my eyes at him while I start to dig into my bag and pull out my pjs to change into. My voice was sour like my attitude towards this situation.

"Fine. If we're going to be forced to be staying together, then I'm setting my rules straight," Austin says dryly, his rudeness making me spin to look at him.

"Rules?" I repeat, laughing a sarcastic laughter.

"Yes, rules," Austin snaps back. "Did I stutter?" He mocks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"If there are going to be any rules around here they aren't going to be from you," I snark, crossing my arms.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He rolls his eyes.

"It means that I'm not going to take orders from you," I clench my jaw, looking him up and down.

"And you'll think I'll take them from you?" His lip rises in angry disgust as he speaks.

"Yep," I pop my 'p' and straighten my posture. "Because like it or not I have more control over you then you'd like to admit," I smirk, feeling powerful. "And with that said.. here are my rules, or boundaries if you'd prefer..." I start, moving over to him. "You don't touch me or my bed or any of my stuff. You don't wake me up an earlier than I have to be up. You don't keep me up late. You don't snark or sass me like you seem to not be able to stop. If you get the bathroom first in the morning then you don't take more than ten minutes. You don't-" I cut myself off, thinking of a way to summarize everything else. "Basically, just don't be a dick."

By now I'm up in his face as best as I can, even though he's much taller than me. I can see his fists and jaw clenched in anger, but he crosses his arms to grip tightly onto his shirt while looking down at me. It seems he's thinking of something to come back at me with, but I don't let him.

"Follow all those and we'll be good."

"So basically you just want me to put you on some fucking pedestal? Act like I don't exist?" He asked, his face red with anger.

"Yep. I'm so glad we're on the same page," I put on the most bitchy grin I can manage, stepping away from him. "Have a good night then," I now use the bitchiest voice I can manage as I turn to walk away, waving at him behind my head as I grab my clothes and head into the bathroom, leaving him there angry and shocked.

As soon as I'm hidden away in the bathroom, my face falls completely.

I'm glad I could make myself feel a little less angry at the situation by pissing Austin off, but I still feel like shit. I'm angry and I'm upset and I can't believe this is happening. I feel betrayed.

I was supposed to be having a good time here, not rooming with fucking Austin!

I run a hand through my hair, trying to keep myself calm as I dig my phone out of my pocket. I don't even have to think as I dial the familiar number of my sister, tapping my foot on the floor as I let it ring.

"Hi! This is Sydney! You've reached my voicemail! Please leave a message after the.... *Beep*."

My heart only sinks more when I hear her voicemail, knowing I won't even be able to talk to my sister tonight, leaving me feeling even more alone.

I sigh sadly, rubbing my eyes before looking at my reflection in the mirror. I swear I can see the stress lines on my face from all the fighting and worrying and anger. None of it is doing me any good. None of this is good for me.

I wish I could just escape this situation and hide away from the man I love to hate and hate to love. But I can't.

And I have no idea how I'm going to do this.

Notes

ahh I'm so sorry for such a short chapter! I wanted to get something up before I go to bed because I may not be able to update possibly tomorrow or saturday! I'm hoping maybe I can write something quickly friday, but idk. And Relay For Life is on Saturday! (Idk if you guys have it where you live, but it's like a 24 hour event to fight cancer where everyone in the town comes and it's super fun and stuff)

But, with that said, I hope you guys have a great beginning of your weekend and enjoy this!

(My goal wasn't to make Hazel seem like a bitch with the rules, but to make her seem bad ass haha, there is a fine line!) Let me know what you think!

Thank you all SO much for the comments! They mean the world to me:') I love you guys<3