Roommate

                                    

                                          
Riley 
                          
"Oh my gosh , Emma . He's an obnoxious conceited asshole." I ranted to my best friend about my roommate and she commented on my broad vocabulary in description of Riley . 
                          
She found my situation hilarious and believed that Riley and I would somehow eventually fall in love like those poorly plotted typical chick flicks.
                          
"I'm serious Em . He's got every food item he bought in the fridge literally marked . I had to go grocery shopping even though the fridge is still like half full. He's so selfish. If he so much as touches anything that I bought he'll face my wrath." I carried on seething to Emma.
                          
I secretly hoped he did so I could give him a piece of my mind, God knows I've been dying to do so for the past week. I heard the door shutting and the voices of rowdy guys fill the kitchen as they rummaged through the cupboards as usual. Riley had brought his friends over for the fourth time this week and each time they 'forgot' to clean up their mess.
                          
"Em we'll talk later , the Devil's back . I need to keep an eye on them before they wreck my kitchen.
                          
She teased me some more about how they'd really face my wrath if they messed with my kitchen because I loved baking and liked to keep the kitchen tidy and things in the place I liked them to be kept. there's literally nothing I hate more than having to go through five draws to get my utensils just because they weren't kept in their right drawers. I know it's weird but it drives me up the wall and I think Riley does it on purpose just to rile me up.
                          
We said our goodbyes and I ended the call tossing my phone beside me on the couch before getting up and heading to the kitchen to get some water and secretly to check up on them.
                          
What I saw when I walked in had me beyond the point of irate I was livid. With the calmest voice I could muster up I asked to talk to him privately and his friends shot out childish comments about him receiving a whiplash a scolding as we made our way to the living room.
                          
Once we were out of earshot I let him have it. "Would you like to explain to me why you and your friends were digging into MY cake?" I asked keeping my cool "Do you have a problem with that?" He asked almost confused but showed little care about my complaint Do I ...Do I have a problem with that he asks. " I do not have a problem with that . I have a problem with you labeling everything that you bought in the fridge and then having the audacity to invite your friends over and eat my cake and not have the decency to even leave me a slice BUT if you do want to know what I have a problem with I'll tell you. I have a problem with you leaving your clothes all over the floor particularly your drawers and smelly socks, I have a problem with you playing loud music and then sing along to it on early Saturday mornings, I have a problem with you and your friends not cleaning up your mess when you're done in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house. I have a problem with you finishing my shampoo and hand lotion and not replacing it. Oh and the classic one leaving the toilet seat up, like come on dude it's not rocket science. Up and down its the least of the things you could help me with in this place because clearly I do everything." I realized I had been yelling now.
                          
"Sheesh and you're onto me about being selfish all you've been on about is my this, mine , not yours . You should have just said so if you didn't want me touching your stuff ." he sneered rolling his eyes.
                          
"Well when you label every food item in the fridge you clearly send the message don't touch my stuff and in return I will do the same. Its only logical to assume that but maybe I read your cryptic message all wrong and Riley it's not about you eating the food, using the toiletries . It's the principle of asking and giving too in return I'm trying to put emphasis on here. I don't mind you using my stuff but I expect you not to mind when I use your stuff too. it's real simple. I said before walking out of the room to my bedroom.