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My Roommate's a Jock? Well, Crap!

Series: The JOCK Series , Book 1.0
By: Wade Kelly | Other books by Wade Kelly
Published By: Dreamspinner Press
Published: Dec 31, 2012
ISBN # 9781623802554
Word Count: 83,758
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Categories: Romance>LGBTQ>Gay Romance>Romantic Comedy Romance>New Adult


My Roommate's a Jock? Well, Crap! (The JOCK Series) by Wade Kelly - Romance>LGBTQ>Gay eBook

The JOCK Series: Book One

It’s easy to become cynical when life never goes your way.

Cole Reid has been a social recluse since he was fifteen, when he was outed by his high school baseball team. Since then, his obsessive-compulsive behavior and sarcastic nature have driven away most of the population, and everyone else hates him because he’s gay. As he sees it, he’s bound to repulse any prospective friends, let alone boyfriends, so why bother?

By the time Cole enters college, he’s become an anal-retentive loner—but it’s not a problem until his roommate graduates and the housing department assigns Ellis Montgomery to move in with Cole. Ellis is messy, gorgeous, straight, and worst of all, a jock!

During a school year filled with frat buddies, camping expeditions, and meddling parents, Cole and Ellis develop a friendship that turns Cole’s glass-half-empty outlook on its head. There must be more to Ellis than a fun-loving jock—and maybe Cole’s reawakening libido has rekindled his hope for more than camaraderie.
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Chapter 1

A World in Decay

SOMEONE told me I’m a cynical fatalist, but I prefer the term realist. I guess I tend to see things of this world in a slow process of decay, either from a scientific perspective—since I’m a physics major—or from personal experience. The way I see it, that guy Murphy had it right every time. Do you know him? He’s the one who wrote Murphy’s Law: “If anything can go wrong, it will.” It’s actually a quote of the fourth law of thermodynamics, and the originator is unknown. (I read that on Wikipedia, but that’s beside the point.)

The long and short of it is, things go wrong in my life—always have.

It should not have surprised me when my roommate of the past three years decided to graduate and move to Texas with his girlfriend. The nerve of him! Jonathan was the best roommate ever. He was neat, and quiet, and never had sex on the couch—that I know of. He tolerated my quirks and always made me tea on Sunday mornings.

I miss him.

The summer was boring after he left.

Who was going to play canasta with me? Or build puzzles? Or realize that I needed chocolate as I studied for every test whether I asked for it or not?

I trudged around campus in a state of despair for days after he left.

Okay, I realize that the term “days” doesn’t make me sound very hopeless, but being the realist that I am made me see that milling around with my chin resting on my chest was only going to get me run over if I happened to miss the sidewalk and wander into traffic. I moped for an appropriate amount of time and then typed up a flyer for the campus bulletin board: “Roommate Wanted.”

I never needed to find a roommate before.

Back when I enrolled at this college, Jonathan Keys practically stumbled over me in the housing line. The college had just acquired three more single-family homes on the edge of campus grounds and opened them for occupancy. First come, first serve. There was a minimal upcharge over regular dorm fees, but the perks were worth it. Guidelines for tenancy were minimal as long as the house was maintained properly—which basically meant that if you trashed it, you got kicked out—but otherwise, those who lived there governed themselves. No RA! (Resident Assistant for those not aware of dorm-speak.)


The house I was “lucky” enough to make it into had six bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, and three baths. Four of the other guys assigned to the same residence were sports fanatics and one was a math major. I loathe jocks! Not that you can lump all sports guys together and assume they know everything about sports, but my point is, I had nothing in common with those guys. Jon was the math major.

We made it through one semester of parties and hooting at the television during football season before a suite in a neighboring house opened up. Jon knew the housing overlord and requested the suite before it was open to the general (college) public. It was so much nicer!

This house was two houses down the street, so moving was a breeze. The layout was also different from most campus housing. Instead of one floor of bedrooms and then living space on the bottom floor, this unit had three floors of two bedrooms and living space combined. I wasn’t sure about the efficiency of that design; perhaps it was three rental apartments at one time before the campus purchased it. I didn’t know.

Whatever the explanation, Jon and I had it made! The top floor was just ours—two bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, and a living area to share.

And then my buddy Jonathan graduated in May.

It was the worst day of my life.

I kind of didn’t mention to anyone that I was living alone at this point because if I did, the housing department would peruse the list of “standby” students and assign someone to my perfect little corner of the campus. I wanted to avoid that. I thought if I advertised in places that promised interesting prospects—i.e., the physics building and the library—then I would hopefully avoid the types of people I dreaded living with: jocks! Ahem. *clears throat*

The plan was going okay, I guess. I had a few guys call me up, but I was looking for someone who reminded me of Jon—someone smart and funny, and who didn’t care if I watched History Channel on Friday night. Two guys inquired. I just didn’t feel right saying yes.

In retrospect, I should have at least met with them instead of shooting them down over the phone, but my heart just wasn’t in it. I was still moping about Jon moving. I was about to put up another flyer in the electronics lab when the housing director stopped me. “Isn’t there an opening in your building?”

I looked up, bewildered, blinking as the sun burned into my retinas. “Um….” I hesitated. “Who’s asking?”

He gave me a look that told me I shouldn’t be so stupid. “I am, Cole. You know I need to fill that space as soon as possible. You should’ve contacted me weeks ago. You know there’s a list at least fifty students long who would love to live in those houses instead of the dorms.”

“It’s not my fault he moved out early.”


I sighed and scuffed my shoe on the ground. Of course I knew he was right. “Sorry. I guess I was stalling. Do you think I could look for my own roommate?” I gave him the most pathetic pout I could muster and tipped my head to the side. I hoped he would give in. My pathetic look always worked on my mom. The term “puppy-dog eyes” didn’t hold a candle to my expression. Of course he caved.

“Okay—but only because you keep the neatest apartment on campus. God help me if I assigned someone who messed up your routine and dropped Cheetos on the carpet.”

I smiled and said heartily, “Thanks, Stan. You’re the best!”

“But, Cole, I can only give you six weeks to decide on someone. By August 15 the other bedroom in your apartment needs to be filled. Got it?”

I cringed internally. I hated deadlines. I know, I have them all the time with projects and exams, but having a deadline that was not school related made me nervous. “August 15, got it!” I assured Stan the housing man with a nod.

He turned and walked off, and I was left with a cold sense of dread that whoever applied to live with me would turn out to be a slob, or a drum major, or the worst of the worst—a jock! I wasn’t looking forward to it.

So, I made a flyer.

Male roommate wanted to share a two-bedroom apartment off campus. Must be clean, friendly, quiet, and study-oriented. Preferably not a freshman. Must love books, games, and spy movies. To apply call: 717-782-1969 and ask for Cole.

I posted the flyer all over campus. I thought for sure I’d have loads of inquiries. I was so dead wrong. During the summer, students went home. During the summer, students were not thinking of housing unless they were freshman and didn’t have housing. No one called except one girl. Did she not read the flyer? I am not living with a girl. I had enough of that growing up with an older sister. Still, I was disappointed. Not even a nibble. Did I come off too controlling on the flyer?

Needless to say, Stan the housing man came knocking on my door August 15. “Did you find someone?” Stan asked.

He really was a great guy; I couldn’t fault him for doing his job. “No,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest in a gesture of aggravation. No matter what, I wasn’t going to be happy with whoever he picked from his list, so I thought I’d start off right with full-out petulance.

“Cole, come on,” he pleaded, trying to coax me to see the bright side. “We’ve known each other for three years. I think I know you pretty well by now. No one else would have noticed the lab was painted two shades of gray except you. No one but you caught the typo on the theater marquee last year. And you are the only guy I know who can quote both The Bourne Identity and P.S. I Love You word for word.” He lifted his eyebrows and grinned.

I exhaled noisily. “Fine. Just… don’t pick a jock, okay? You know I’m not good at sports, and watching football all winter might kill me.”

He chuckled. “I can’t promise anything. The list is long, and I have to pick someone today. I have my job instructions too, you know.”


I shook his hand, and he left the apartment.

I closed the door and leaned against it, looking at my little home away from home.

Jon and I picked out the green sofa the first year. The coffee table was sitting by a dumpster in town, and he refinished it for me when I said I disliked the color of the stain. My mom gave us the Oriental rug and the Van Gogh print that hung by the breakfast bar. We bought the television together, and he said I could keep it when he moved out. Things would change soon. Maybe the new guy would hate the dishes or spill sugar on the kitchen floor?

I started to panic. I was good at working myself into a tizzy. I flattened my body against the door, closed my eyes, and took deep breaths. I can do this, I can do this, I repeated to myself. Change is good.

Twenty minutes later I got a call from Stan—he’d found someone.

“Seriously?” I asked in a higher than normal pitch. I rested one palm on the kitchen counter, and my wandering eyes noticed a raisin hiding behind the flour bin. What is that doing there?

“Yeah,” Stan said. “I told you I have a long list.”

I tossed the raisin in the trash. “Is he a freshman?” He had to be!


“Does he wear Hawaiian shirts?” Why I asked that, I’ll never know—it just slipped out.


“Does he know any three-syllable words?”

“I believe he does. He’s an English major.”

“Hmm.” I contemplated the possibility that Stan had picked someone I’d approve of as I strolled into the living room and sat on my sofa. An English major was promising. “What’s his name?”


“Ellis?” I know it came out bad, the way I questioned his name, but it wasn’t like I was talking to Ellis about his unusual name. I’d never known anyone by that name. Ellis. It sounded nerdy. Maybe I really would luck out with a great roommate. I did with Jonathan.

Stan then confirmed the name again as if I wasn’t listening. “Ellis. Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be fine. I spoke to his mother today.”

“His mother? I thought you said he wasn’t a freshman.”

“He’s not. He’s a junior, but he’s been commuting from home because housing is so expensive. This year he sold his car to pay for housing and applied. Listen, Cole, I got another call coming in. Don’t worry. He’ll work out.”

Sold his car? That sounds desperate. Then again, if I still lived with my parents, I would probably turn desperate too. “Any idea when he’ll be here?”

“Should be anytime now. He said he was leaving home thirty minutes ago with a buddy.”

“What?” I panicked, looking around frantically for anything lying on the floor or inexplicably out of place.

“Good-bye, Cole.” Stan politely yet abruptly hung up.

A roommate. He was on his way. I could do this.

Someone knocked at my door and I jumped.

Shit! I’m not ready yet!

I set the phone in its cradle on the breakfast bar and walked over to the door. I smelled my pits—passable. I fingered my hair and gave my body a good wiggle to release tension right before I took a hold of the handle and reminded myself to breathe. Everything would be all right. I turned the handle. This was the moment of truth.

A bright white smile greeted me as I opened the door. “Hi. My name’s Ellis Montgomery. Are you Cole? I was told you had a room available.”

I know he was speaking, but my brain shut off the moment I looked into the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

Oh boy, am I in trouble!

Reader Reviews (8)
Submitted By: karedwen on Jan 11, 2016
Excellent book. I love the characters, they're really funny.
Submitted By: tonihip on Jan 19, 2015
College roommates find M/M love with an out and proud geek and a closeted jock. So there is lots of miscommunication and hurtful words because these are silent quiet type guys so it takes so help from their entourage to get Cole and Ellis together. Cute story, but I preferred the coming of age college guys in Str8te Boys. 262 pages
Submitted By: anordwell on Jan 12, 2015
I have to admit, I came to this story expecting the jock/smartie trope with little more than that. But the inter-personal drama between Cole and Ellis went far above and beyond that. I really loved this story.
Submitted By: mommakat49 on Mar 7, 2013
A great story!
Submitted By: laney on Jan 29, 2013
The title draws you in. The characters are fantatic, I loved Cole and his difficult personality and Ellis with his patience. But the secondary characters were just as strong. I really hope there is a sequel.
Submitted By: Starry Eyed on Jan 10, 2013
This is a fun book, I loved Cole and all his insecurities and sarcasm and was happy that Ellis came into his life. It was a good mesh and Ellis' innocent and his dealing with his feelings was sweet. But here was plenty of hotness between the two. I also wonder if their two straight friends Rob and Russ are hiding some secret feelings...I can only hope for a sequel.
Submitted By: Vampire66 on Jan 5, 2013
I loved this book!!! Cole is so funny, the little side comments he makes give this story just the right amount of humor. The way the author takes the sterotypical jock and gives him not Only a personality but a brain as well is refreshing . This is a must read it teaches you that sometimes you really don't know who your friends are and aren't. Good book.
Submitted By: Vampire66 on Jan 5, 2013
I loved this book!!! Cole is so funny, the little side comments he makes give this story just the right amount of humor. The way the author takes the sterotypical jock and gives him not Only a personality but a brain as well is refreshing . This is a must read it teaches you that sometimes you really don't know who your friends are and aren't. Good book.

My Roommate's a Jock? Well, Crap!

By: Wade Kelly