This boy next to my room

21

༄ THREE MONTHS LATER

June

Today, I've been here for 3 months.

And honestly, it's a lot better than it was at the beginning. A lot of things have changed, including my entourage growing with a girl named Bianca. She's Tyler and Connor's friend and frankly she's super sweet. My relationship with the asshole, by the way, has gotten a lot better. I'm not saying we've become best friends, no, but it's pretty calm. There is no tension anymore, I tease him sometimes and he does the same. I don't regret having reconciled with him after all. As for Cynthia, I have the impression that she hates me even more than before since this story where I unfortunatly called her a whore, she only gives me bad looks but without coming to talk to me or insult me.

About Jacob, his trial is coming up in a week and I will be invited as a 'witness' to testify. I have already prepared my speech in my head and I hope it will convince the judge not to give him a sentence. This son of a bitch of cassier didn't miss a chance to get us in trouble!

Currently, I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth. My hair has grown quite a bit since last time and I urgently need to cut it! Connor asked for a permit several weeks ago and they agreed! That means he's going to be able to get out of this house, which I clearly consider a prison, and go to a hairdresser. I'm extremely jealous and then I'm going to go get a permit too.

"Step aside, I have to brush my teeth too." I hear behind me. Speak of the devil! There he is. As requested, I step aside to give him some place. He dips his toothbrush under the sink water before putting on some toothpaste. Then he pushes it into his mouth.

I spit out the foam in my mouth and turn on the tap water to get it out. Then I rinse my mouth. A few seconds later, Connor does the same thing while I fix my hair and look in the mirror.

"I'm going to ask to cut my hair with you today." I say as I shift my gaze back to her reflection.

"Ah no. You're not coming with me, tired of bickering on the road." He sighs wryly.

"I don't care."

I continue to stare at him through the mirror. He quickly approaches me and ruffles my hair to enrage me. It works because right after that I turn sharply towards him to push him away. As I said, we became good friends but we still continue to titillate each other in a less violent way I specify. He ends up giving in and I sigh of exasperation and put back my hair in place.

But whereas I thought that it was going to go away, it returns even more quickly than before and ruffles me again.

"Damn it Connor! Stop it now!" I shout, pushing him harder than the first time. This time he resists and even comes to pull me towards him to do more damage to my head. I'm going to explode !

"You look better when you have bad hair!" He justifies himself by laughing.

"I'll rip yours off if you keep this up." I growled.

I end up pinning him against the cold shower wall. I smile proudly at him as he sighs. "You're so suck, I've been letting you do this to me on purpose bitch." The next second, it's me who finds myself slammed against the wall. I open my mouth completely in shock. He faked me out, that bastard.

"It's good you won, let me go now, the guards will soon ask us to leave and I am still not ready." I say as I let my head fall against the wall. It's a reflex actually, because our faces are quite close to each other. I try to get as far away from it as possible.

He does not answer and a silence takes us. At the beginning I throw glances to him telling him to carry out but he does nothing. My eyes are plunged in his and the more the seconds pass, the more a kind of tension is formed around us. His right leg is between mine so as not to let me escape. His hands hold my wrists firmly and his face is a few centimeters away from mine, he is so close that I can even feel his breath on my skin. My heartbeat intensifies every time he exhales. What the hell is this?

My eyes juggle between his eyes and his lips that are about to open forming a slight smirk.

"Your eyes got me hard, June." He says with a laugh before letting go of me and walking away to the sink.

My eyes widen. Is he serious about telling me that? I peel myself off the wall still overwhelmed then frown. "Stop doing that." I sigh before walking out of the bathroom.