The Roommate Boss

Chapter 1

Farah's POV

I still can’t get over what happened today. Can you believe it? My roommate is a famous professor! I didn’t recognize him at first… but wow, it's him! Unbelievable!

I was jolted back to reality by a knock at the door. Who could it be? There are only two of us here, and it’s a man knocking.

I walked slowly, took a deep breath, and opened the door. There he was, standing outside, hands in his pockets, looking my way.

"Someone’s knocking."

I raised my eyebrows at his comment. Why is he out here but not opening the door himself?

"I said, someone’s knocking."

He repeated, and I quickly nodded, stepping outside to open the door.

"Your order, ma’am," said the delivery man.

Oh right, I ordered this. It's the purple stuff, but a light shade. Yeah, I like purple.

"How much?"

"1,500 pesos."

Only 1,500 pesos? Ugh, my wallet hurts!

"Thank you, kuya. Please just put it there," I instructed as I returned the change to my bag. I gave him 2,000 pesos and didn’t want to keep the change. Times are tough.

He nodded and left. I scratched my head before starting to carry my things inside. I stopped when I saw 'sir' on the sofa, reading with his legs crossed.

"What is that?" he asked seriously, not looking my way. I immediately answered.

"My stuff, sir."

He nodded at my response while I continued. I put down what I brought and started opening it. The rest will have to wait; they’re too heavy.

I smiled when I saw my light purple bedsheets and pillowcases. I hugged them like they were my favorite.

After a moment, I set them aside to get the rest. But before I could go back out, the others were already in front of the door. I stepped outside to check on 'sir,' but he was still sitting in the same position.

Wait, I didn’t place these here!

I organized my stuff quickly so I could take a shower. I didn't want to smell bad around my crush. Although, to be honest, he’s not really my crush—just a temporary one.

After organizing everything, I lay on my bed and took off my bag before grabbing my phone.

I saw a lot of messages from Wendy, my friend!

"[Hey girl, have you moved in yet?]"

"[Girl, let’s go together tomorrow!!]"

"[Send me your apartment’s location so I can adjust!!]"

"[I’m so excited for tomorrow, and I heard the professors at H.U. are so handsome, ackk]"

"[I’m excited!!]"

I shook my head at her messages, reacting with laughs and hearts, and then sent my location.

I put down my phone and started picking out clothes for today.

It’s quiet outside, so I felt at ease. Maybe my crush is busy—teachers, you know.

But as I was about to enter the bathroom, I heard the shower. W-wait, sir is showering?

I panicked and sat on the sink, pretending to do something else.

I heard the door open and looked up, shocked to see him topless. I swallowed hard and looked away. He was drying his hair.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and I quickly glanced away.

I fiddled with the toothbrushes on the table.

"Don't play with that! It’s not a toy," he said. I immediately stopped. "...pick one."

"E-excuse me?"

"I said, pick one."

"N-no thanks, I already have one," I declined. He nodded and took the toothbrushes. "Sir, just curious, where do you teach?" I asked, confused.

"H.U... so don't be late, Ms. Farah. You'll face consequences if I’m your professor," he warned with a grin.

W-what? Sir is also at my university?? Unbelievable!

I woke up early because of the alarm I set last night. Today is the first day of classes… and I’m already annoyed! I had to move out of my old place because the landlord is so stingy and doesn’t give chances. Luckily, this place is affordable, and I saved enough to pay for it. And the cherry on top? Mr. C is here, hahaha!

I got up and rubbed my eyes before tidying up my bed. Then I grabbed my shower stuff and uniform, planning to dress in the bathroom.

Our uniform is red, with a skirt that’s just below the knee. The top is a button-down jacket-like piece. And the socks need to be long. Thankfully, I have those.

I immediately left my room to take a shower but stopped when I noticed something from the corner of my eye. I saw Mr. Kevin dressing and putting on his coat. I quickly moved before he could see me and dashed into the bathroom.

"That was close," I whispered to myself.

"I'm leaving, Ms. Farah. Don’t be late!"

He shouted from outside. I pressed my ear to the door to make sure he was gone, sighed, and sat on the toilet, thinking. It’s still early.

"Farah Joy, you’re so slow. I’ve been waiting out here forever," Wendy complained.

"Sorry, you know how slow I am. Look, I haven’t even brushed my hair yet. You’re in a rush too," I retorted, pointing at my uncombed hair.

"Oh, don’t worry about your hair. Let’s focus on the hot professors at the University. Let’s go!" She pulled me to find a jeepney. I don’t know about her—does she even study? She’s always looking for handsome guys!