Girl Next Door

Chapter 2

"So how was meeting Kuvira?" your roommate asks with a smirk, as you slam the door shut.

You glare at them "First of all how do you know her name? And sec-"

They roll their eyes and interrupt, "You know I like to do my research."

"So you stalked everyone who lives here's social media I'm assuming?" You question, already knowing the answer.

"Of course I did! I was bored and I wanted to make sure it was safe! Did you know that a guy on-" they confirm your suspicion, and almost start giving away too much information about some guy.

"That's so fucking creepy but I'm not surprised. I'm going to continue what I was asking before you rudely interrupted," you interrupt.

"Lol sorry. You were saying it was like 'sec'?"

"Thank you, as-"

"Your welcome," they interrupt with a shit-eating grin on their face.

"Oh my fucking god." you sigh and roll your eyes dramatically. You begin to wonder why and how you've put up with them for as long you have. They've tried pushing you downstairs multiple times and they're just fucking rude.

"As I was saying," you start, "Why the fuck did you push me down the stairs... again?"

They sigh and start listing reasons putting up a finger for every reason, "First off cause its fun, second revenge for taking your sweet time opening the door, third she's 100% your type, and lastly to save time. Pushing you down the stairs almost always gets you a date with a hottie."

"Okay, I do not have a type, and-" you try to defend yourself.

"Oh really?" they ask.

"Yep," you nod.

"Esdeath, Nemuri (Midnight from MHA), Yelena, Mikasa, and Lisa. What do they have in common?" they ask in a tone that someone would use to ask a child a stupid question.

"They are all my exes?"

"And?"

"They're all hot?"

"And?"

"You pushed me down staircases to get me a date with them?"

"And?"

"I don't know"

"They all give off dom energy, probably a lil bit on the sadistic side, and they all appeal to your mommy issues,"

"So maybe I do have a type! Whatever not like you're any better with all dilfs you fuck!"

"Oh, whatever! You like dilfs too bitch!"

"At least I don't FUCK THEM!"

"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT IT!"

"SO WHAT IF I HAVE! ATLEAST DIDNT SLEEP WITH M-" you stop mid-sentence when your phone's text tone goes off. You quickly pull out your phone hoping that it's Kuvira. You see that the message is from an unknown number which further adds to your hope.

Unknown Number:

3:37 pm

Hey, it's Kuvira. The woman who saved your life. Anyways I should be free this weekend if you have time to start paying off your debt :)

I'm pretty sure I do:)

I'll make the plans and send you the info. Yeah?

Sounds great.