No Love

03 - Her Birthday

TSHEGO

I let it pass for the first week but come the second, I knock on his door because I'm hungry and well...broke. I used my entire allowance to get a pair of limited-edition sneakers. Hunger is temporary but drip is forever. Anyway, I am banging on his door right now. He always keeps it locked and I'm beginning to think it's where he keeps his food. Come to think of it, he did buy appliances that day. I think he had a bar fridge and television among those. He had whole SRC members carrying stuff for him. I don't like those guys and it's mainly because they get females using their titles. Take that away and they get nothing. Maybe a few crumbs but that's it.

"What?" he asks when he peels the door open.

I push him aside and step in. This has to be the most organized room I've ever seen. It smells good in here, not stuffy and dirty like my own. Sometimes I blame my busy schedule but the reality is; I am lazy and the most unorganized person ever. He has white sheets - imagine. It could never be me.

"I'm hungry," I say, finally connecting our lines of vision.

He scoffs.

"Buy food," he sasses.

I quirk an eyebrow.

"Why are you giving me attitude?"

He folds his arms.

"W-what do you want, housemate?"

I chuckle.

"It's been two weeks and you can't even remember my name? Wow. Stop being stingy and give me some food," I demand.

"Y-you never told me your name and you owe me food!"

"I don't owe you anything. You stay in my place. It's the least you can do. You've gotten cheeky since you got laid."

I advance to his bar fridge then open it, finding it filled to the brim. He really has everything in here. I grab a brown takeout then face him. Shame, he's fuming.

"You really have food in here? I'm starving while your fridge is like this? Damn. Where does all that food go, your attitude?"

He tries snatching the brown bag from me but I hold it above his head.

"Don't be me," I chide.

He still tries reaching for it until he's tired out. Great.

"Where's your girlfriend?" I ask.

The two have been together a couple of times since that night. I guess one-night stands are more my thing. I haven't seen that girl since that night and I don't plan to see her anytime soon. I'd rather never do. I mean, I considered keeping her for a couple of weeks but it is what it is. There's many fish in the sea.

"I pay rent here. Y-you don't get to just..."

Then, he groans. He seems really upset.

"Are you fine?" I ask.

I don't care to be honest.

"Like you care!" he snaps.

I shrug.

"I don't. Thanks for the food though"

I turn on my heel then retreat. I walk straight to the kitchen where I warm the food, not even checking what's inside. It could be someone's head. You know serial killers can be these innocent-looking ones. I grab it when it's done then go sit on the couch. The minute I open it, the meaty aroma hits my nostrils. Ribs, barbecue chicken wings and chips. I don't think he touched this though. It doesn't look like he took a bite. Maybe I should make banging on his bedroom door a norm. He's made that place an all-in-one. This week, there's no going out because I have a lot of work. I grab my phone and laptop after eating then walk to school because I'm trying to save on gas. Drip will be the end of me.