Obsession

Chapter 3

Unbuckling his seatbelt, Matteo takes his key out of the ignition. Opening his car door and shutting it, he rounds the car to open the door for Aniyah.

"You don't have to come out, you know. You can stay in your car." She offers. Staying silent he continues to stare at her with a straight face, giving up, she makes her way to the apartment complex.

Climbing the stairs, Professor Morelli takes two steps at a time, urging her to move faster. "I am not walking any faster, wait until you realise the elevator is broken and I live on the 31st floor."

"By the way, this might be an expensive apartment building but it doesn't mean the motherfuckers living here aren't nasty as shit." Aniyah says, when they finally reach the 12th floor.

Kicking open the door when Aniyah unlocks it he walks into her apartment. "Aren't you a gentleman?"

"My mother always taught me how to treat a woman right."

"Feel free to come in and make yourself at home, I have no company. Or feel free to leave, as long as the door is shut I'm good." Flicking her shoe off, she walks into her bedroom. Hearing the door slam she assumes Matteo has left.

Using the toilet she strips her pants, changing into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Brushing her teeth she leaves to the kitchen, not seeing Matteo anywhere. Taking a can of whipped cream from the fridge she lies on her couch, turning the TV on.

"Nice apartment, cute pic." Matteo leaves her spare bedroom holding a picture frame of her siblings and younger self.

Jumping from the couch Aniyah holds her chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Squinting his eyes at her he sets the frame on her table, strolling over to her. "You said to make myself at home, this is me doing so."

Sitting on the couch he picks up the can she had dropped, spraying some cream in his mouth. "Sit on the other side of the couch."

"It's my couch, I will sit wherever I want." Slumping down in the middle of the couch, directly in front of the TV, Matteo taps her shoulder while squirting more cream into his mouth. "What?"

"Imma need one of these." He points to her t-shirt. "I'd rather watch a movie in a t-shirt than a shirt." Throwing the remote to him she enters her bedroom, soon leaving with a bright pink t-shirt with hello kitty plastered on the front. "I hope you know I'm not wearing that, pink is cool or whatever but hello kitty?"

"Suit yourself." She shrugs, going into the kitchen. Grabbing two waters and snacks she goes back to the living room, the t-shirt and Matteo are gone. Lying on the couch she shouts, "does it fit?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Come on, I wanna see."

"You're going to see eventually." He shouts back to her. Pushing her bedroom door open she laughs obnoxiously loud. "Bruh." Laughing so hard she snorts.

Matteo snatches her phone from her hand. "It means jack shit to me, you're going to give me my phone back." She crosses her arms. Teasing her by swiping through her camera roll she jumps for the phone but his arm is too long. "Okay fine, fuck you."

"That's no way to talk to your professor."

"That's no way to talk to your professor." She imitates him. "Like I give a shit."

He chucks her phone on the couch, grabbing a family sized pack of crisps.

"By the way, I like your tattoos" She scrutinises his arms tattoos, seeing a few peeking from the top of the shirt.