Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Blocked- Kai Anderson

There was a faint knock from the other side of my door. I ignored it and continued writing a short story on my computer. It was for my English class that I was failing- thanks to the person on the other side of the door. Another knock followed, but I kept my focus on the computer screen. After two more sentences, the knocking turned into banging. I rolled my eyes as I got up and walked to the door.

"What do you want, Kai," I fussed, "I have to work."

"I can't believe you fucking blocked me," he roared from the other side, "I should've expected something so immature from a bitch like you. Now open the door- we need to talk."

"We genuinely don't," I answered as I backed away, "We've both said what we needed to say, and that's that-plus it's after hours, and you aren't supposed to be on this side of the dorms, anyway."

"Oh my God, Y/n," Kai screeched, "Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"Difficult! I-"

Before I even started to argue, I realized what he was doing. He was trying to get under my skin- that was always his itch but after a year in a half of dating that complete psychopath, you could say it was safe to say that I caught on. If you wanted to beat Kai- you had to play him at his own game.

"You're right, Kai. I am difficult," I agreed, "That's why I dumped you- not because you're an egomaniacal and manipulative piece of shit, but because I like to make it harder for you because you're so perfect and can never do any wrong. It's fun for me."

"I'm glad you're finally realizing," he responded, "You know it was getting annoying, but you didn't have to break up with me because of it- if you would've just listened and done what I asked you to, all the time, things could've been easier for the both of us."

Even though I couldn't see his face- I knew he had that cocky-ass smile. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and quickly searched for my contacts. I looked up my dorm manager's number and shot her a text.

SOS!!! Crazy EX! ~Y/n L/n from Dorm 216A

"You're right, baby, you know what," I continued to distract him, "Let me get undressed, and I'll make it up to you."

"That's what I like to hear," he boasted.

"Alright, get ready. I'm almost at the door," I said.

I looked back down at my phone to the new message that had appeared.

Fucking Christ! Anderson again...I'm bringing my Taser.

I let out a huge deep breath upon reading that message.

"What's taking you so long," Kai fussed.

"I- uh- have to find my perfume," I stammered, "I don't just want to look good- I want to smell good for you too."

"Oh, you're giving me the whole package tonight," he chuckled, "You should've been doing this."

I rolled my eyes at his comment.

"Hey, you should also... Y/n, someone is coming this way- let me in," he said.

"What did you say," I held back a chuckle, "Sorry, I can't hear you well while I spray my perfume. You know us women, we can't multi-task."

"Y/n, let me fucking in. I think it's your dorm manager," he continued.

"No, she's probably in her kitchen right now," I scoffed, "Cooking as we do."

"Y/n, you fucking bitch-"

"Anderson, get the hell away from her door."

As I sat back down at my desk, I tried to drown out the sounds of sparks and excruciating screams of my shitty ex. Although in the end, I couldn't ignore it- all I could do was smile.