Hows ur boy- oh, i forgot. Ur gay.
I clenched my fist around my mobile and punched in an annoyed response.
F*ck off, homophobe.
Previously, I had considered deleting Ian's number, but then I realised that he would still have mine so there would be no point.
Ian was my boyfriend, before I discovered that I was homosexual. Ever since then he'd been a complete homophobic idiot. Making every possible comment he could.
I groaned as I rolled off my bed and fluffed out my hair. I wished he would get over himself.
Looking in the mirror, I saw dark circles under my eyes and a tangle of red hair, contrasting against my pale skin. I knew there was no time for a shower. If I'd wanted a shower I should have got up when Meya did. I grabbed a hairbrush and began working it through the tangles, and when I'd done that I splashed cold water on my face and brushed my teeth. I borrowed a very small amount of foundation from room mate number two (house mate number one being Meya), because mine had run out and I hadn't been to get some more. Her skin, like most people's, was darker than mine, so if I used any more I would have looked like a tangerine.
"Morning," my other room mate said from where she sat on her bed.
I nodded at her as I grabbed my clothes and stifled a yawn. I never really talked to her because I didn't really like her. I thought she was selfish. When I'd finished getting dressed, I looked over at her. "You should get ready."
"I can get ready when I want. We've got ages."
"Ages being ten minutes unless you want to be late," I swung my bag over my shoulder. "Bye."
My phone buzzed.
I turned the phone off.
"Hey!" I called as I caught sight of Brendon. I didn't really know him that well, but he still grinned, jogging over to me.