The boy Across the Hall

stalker

Gigi and i carry all of the bags from my forced shopping spree. we try to keep it down this time but still laugh at eachother. right when we are about to open my door the door across the hall opens. i turn to see the lanky pale guy starring down at me.

"what" i say, Gigi spins around to look at him. "emo guy?" she whisper asks. i nod. he scans my body again, i feel naked under his eyes. my tight black top and blue jean shorts seem inappropriate the way her stares at me. he turns and walks to the elevators.

"creep" gigi says as i unlock my door. "a hot one but still, like ew, he looks at you so strangely" she says placing the bags on the desk. "eh he's okay, but they way he looks at me makes me so uncomfortable" i say placing a couple bags on the floor.

my dorm now feels a little less, dormy with the new stuff. my plane white bed now has way too many pillows, a light red and white mixture. A mirror in the corner, a carpet under the desk, a small bookshelf, and photo frames that Gigi says will be filled in a week of us together. i back up to make sure the shelf is even when i hit my night stand. "ah shit" i say as my open water bottle falls onto the floor. "i'm gonna go grab a couple paper towels i'll be right back" i say as i open my door. i quickly walk towards the bathrooms.

i walk out with a hand full of paper towels, the elevator dings and opens. a tall boy in all black steps out, i scan up to his face and, "of course" i mutter. he rolls his eyes and looks back down to his phone. he carries a little bag with some name on it into his room.

"literally every time i'm in the hall he's there" i say closing the door. "emo boy again?" Gigi asks as i clean up my mess. "yes i would call it stalking if he didn't live right there." i say as i flop onto my bed. "we could act lesbian and maybe he'd loose interest" Gigi says laying her head on the side of the bed still on her knees. "i don't think he's particularly interested in me like that" i answer looking down at her. she shrugs

"bye my lovely gay girlfriend that is lesbian and not interested in the emo guy across the hall" Gigi says leaving my room, saying that last part a little too loud. "get out" i laugh throwing a pillow at the door. i hear her laugh and then her door shut. i sit up on my bed and check my  phone. three missed calls from mom.

i sigh and hit call back, answers on the first ring.

"why haven't you answered me!"

"i was with my friend, everything's fine mom"

"you have a friend? is it a girl?"

"yes it's a girl, mom i've got to get to bed i'll-"

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, you know i just worry"

"i'm very aware, now please, i'll talk to you soon"

"i love you"

"i love you too"

i hang up and i place my phone on the side table. i put my hands over my face and let out a sigh. i feel like crying, that's so stupid. i feel guilty for wanting to live where i'm not under her supervision every waking second. i'm a horrible daughter.

my eyes open to the dark room with the only light being from the red numbers on the clock. 5:37. i turn on my side facing the wall and force my eyes shut. my mind can't turn itself off so i decide to go ahead and get up. i flip the light on and let my eyes adjust to the brightness. i sit on the bed for a second, looking around the room with blurry vision. i cant stay in here for three hours doing nothing.