The Beast Next Door

Night 10

-Christian's P.O.V-

I wait until his car completely disappeared from my view before heading back inside. I glided up the stairs, then stepped into my apartment. Kimberly was sitting on the arm of my couch waiting for me.

I stop after the door closes behind me. "...He left," I say, hoping that's what she was waiting for.

She keeps her eyes on me before sighing. "Honestly Christian, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! This isn't like you," she finishes quietly.

"I don't understand why you're acting like you care all of a sudden."

"I've always cared, you just never let me!"

"This is why I never let you over. You always start a fight over pointless shit like this."

"This isn't pointless! I was okay with you sleeping around before, but this is just ridiculous! I get that he's a nice guy, but he's five years your senior!"

"So? He doesn't seem to care about-"

"You know why he doesn't care, Christian?"

I stare at her blankly, hiding any hints that I'm slightly afraid.

"I put 44 candles on the cake! He thinks that you're 20-years-old!"

"Why the hell would you-"

"Because it was funny!"

I clench my fists. "You have an hour. I want you out."

"Christian, it was supposed to be a joke! I didn't think you were that serious about him!"

"59 minutes."

She held her breath before turning into the guest room. I waited in the living room until she packed up. Shockingly she was able to do so in 34. She had one of her wheeled bags. "I can't carry them all by myself."

I stood up, went into her room, and grabbed the rest before joining her again. I opened my door and proceeded to leave.

"Christian, are you seriously going to pursue this guy?" She asks, speeding up next to me.

"I don't understand why you're still talking to me."

"What makes you think he's going to stay with a high school dropout who doesn't even have a job?"

"We aren't even dating."

"My point exactly! I already talked to dad. He said he would give you a job if you moved back home."

"I've already told you both I don't want to move back there."

We had made it to her car. I threw all of her bags in the trunk. "Leave."

"Christian-"

"Kimberly. Go."

She narrowed her eyes at me trying to stop herself from crying. "Fine." She got into her car, started it, and left without another word.

I sighed heavily before going back inside.

I have to tell him the truth.

I held the roses in my right hand and fixed my hair with the other. I decided to stop by the store to pick something up for him. If his shampoo shared its scent, it had to be because he liked them.