PUPPY

CHAPTER 5

I was home for about two hours now, preparing for tomorrow's lesson, when my doorbell rang. I stopped what I was doing and walked toward the door. Without looking at the peephole, I opened the door.

There he stood in his annoying six feet and two inches height, Neil Black.

"I can let you take a picture if you want."

"What are you talking about?" I said in anger and confusion.

"You'll have all the time in the world admiring me if you snap a pic, Puppy," he said with a smug grin.

I rolled my eyes as he walked by me into the apartment.

"Where are you going?" I shouted behind him.

He stopped midway in taking off his coat, and looked at me with a raised brow. "We agreed that I'm coming over, so here I am. Isn't that right, Puppy?"

"You decided that on your own and stop calling me that. I have a fucking name, and you know that" I said before I slammed the door.

He continued taking his coat and shoes off while saying: "I'm calling you by the name I gave you. Now stop throwing tantrums and come."

He started stepping further into my apartment. I followed him as if I don't live in this very apartment. I found him in the kitchen opening random drawers.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I eyed him.

"Looking for the kettle."

I rolled my eyes and walked behind the counter: "I'll make the tea. You go," I paused a moment before adding: "There." I pointed toward the stool behind the counter.

He smiled brightly at me as if happy about something. Quickly I made some tea for him and coffee for myself. I placed the drinks and the cannoli on a plate and then on the counter. All along, Neil kept looking at me with that annoying pleased smile.

"Come Puppy, sit next to your Master," he said while patting the stool to his left. I sighed loudly before pulling the stool on the other side of the counter so that I was facing him.

"Very well."

Without hesitation, I said: "What do you want?"

He smiled again and said: "I just wanted to be with you. Plus, we need to talk about your schoolwork." He started eyeing the papers that were all across the table across the room.

"Do you have some milk?"

I walked to the fridge and picked up the milk, and when I was about to give it to him, he wasn't there. He was hovering over the table where my papers were.

"Hey, step away from that!"

Without looking at me, he replied: "Do you have a studio where you keep and work on everything for school?" He started picking random lesson plans and reading them.

"No, I don't. Give that back!" I extended my hand toward the papers in his hands.

"Can you bring me some of your early plans for lessons?"

I sighed in annoyance and said: "If I give you the plans will you leave?" He ignored my words and started moving and reading the papers.

"Hey, psycho, I'm talking to you!" I shouted at him. Quickly he turned around and grabbed my wrist. I gasped for air. In the poorly lit room, I could almost see how his eyes shone in anger. "Mind your words," he said with a cold voice.

A shiver ran down my spine as I uttered: "So-rry ..."

Suddenly he smiled brightly and said: "Then please bring me the plans."