Falling Forbidden (Unfinished)

9 Because You're Hot & I'm Weird

Selena

I'll choose solitude over everything.

No extra opinions. No unnecessary judgments. No useless small talk.

I love being alone. I love the control it allows over my environment. What my space looks like. What sounds are allowed and not allowed.

With people, there's the burden of behavioral expectations. So that they feel comfortable, at the cost of your own discomfort. Smile, so they know you're nice. Ask questions, so you appear friendly. Don't sit like that, it's weird.

Bitch, if I could, I WOULD. What kind of a masochist do you take me for? The only pain I like is from habanero peppers and spanking. Okay? Not these bullshit mental health problems.

Which is why, I'd rather move to a different country. Away from everyone who knows me and expects me to be a certain way. I can start fresh, learn from my mistakes, and live a life that's true to who I am, without my overbearing dad.

So naturally, I spend the day in my room, researching every fact that exists about Germany.

Turns out, people like to go to parks butt-naked and eat sausages at 6 in the morning. Reddit also tells me that Germans are generally grumpy people, which means I'd fit right in.

I ignore Adam who occupies the living room, with of course, the noticeable exception of using the bathroom to shower.

It's so weird. A stranger is washing his ding dong in my bathtub.

At 8:44 PM I suffer a heart attack when I leave the room to get my Grubhub order. I halt in the hallway, gawking at the Dothraki power emanating from Adam's shirtless back. He stands hauntingly still, burning holes at the front door.

"I know right, aren't doors amazing?" I say, strutting past him—

He stops me by grabbing my wrist. "I'll be the one to open your doors from now on." He raises a questioning dark eyebrow at my stunned silence.

"Does that include the bathroom?"

"Try to manage that on your own." He replies with equal sarcasm, eyes narrow.

It makes me smirk. "Really? But I'm not sure how to wipe my ass. What if I hurt myself?"

He huffs, releasing my wrist. The imprint of his warmth tingles pleasure into my skin. He approaches the door with measured, steady steps, his hand slowly reaching for the gun tucked in the back of his black jeans.

"Be careful." I warn. "It's extra spicy."

My Thai noodles, of course. I'm sure they're armed in a plastic bag when the delivery guy left them at the door. I scoff at Adam's confused glance over the shoulder. What an idiot.

Anywho. At 10:30 PM, I decide to bother him, because why not? He's bothering my peace. I turn on my laptop in my bedroom and raise the volume high enough for him and all the neighbors to hear a series of disturbing porn videos. I wear headphones, of course. Am I embarrassed? Sure. But is it effective? Yes.

Or at least, I hope. I can only handle twenty minutes of it, though. When I turn it off, the living room is quiet. Maybe he's sleeping. I put my headphones back on and edit some of the new chapters I wrote for my teacher and student erotica. At around midnight, I put my headphones away to get some sleep, but Adam is watching videos on his phone.

I try to ignore it.

I try.

But the unpredictable sound patterns crawl on my skin and shred my nerve endings. Not knowing when he plans to stop spikes me with irrational anxiety and the only way I can calm down is if I get some answers. Even though it's utterly ridiculous.