The Annoying Roommate

[Johan's POV]

"I know you two had a fight once or twice at the martial art school, but I hope you two can put away your differences and get along now that we will live in the same house," Mylene said.

Johan's hold on the chemistry book he was reading tightened as he glanced at Russell's smug face. As if it wasn't enough that he's seeing him at Eskrima practice, now he's going to live in the same space as him? He almost wanted to rip the book into pieces and stuff it on their faces.

But he didn't.

Johan only nodded curtly, distracted at the exposed skin between torn fabrics on Russell's black ripped jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly. Okay, he should stop staring and go back to the hydrogen peroxide. Wait, where was he again?

Mylene nudged Russell in the ribs, who stood tall beside her. "Why don't you shake each other's hand?"