The new girl

Chapter 3

We just sat there. No words where exchanged. Only silence filled the room. He looked down on his watch a couple of times.
"What did you wanted?" I finally got the courage to ask him.
"Oh... I was just- You know... Just... You know...?" He stammered. Stammered? Why would he?
"No. I don't know Jihoon. I don't. Are you having a hangover? Where you drunk last night?" I forgot my fears. It was like he was the one afraid. Not me.
"I..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Yes, I was a little drunk..." I sighed. So that was why he was like that.
"So... Do you remember anything? From last night?" I asked, playing with the end of my shirt. I got afraid again.
"I... I don't know..." I suddenly got mad. He didn't know if he remembered kissing me?!
"You don't know? Don't know?!" I almost yelled at him. Somewhere inside I wished he hadn't forgot it, and deeper inside I wished for Vernon to get back to kick his ass.
"No... I-I don't! I don't know if it was real or not! It's all very vaguely in my mind right now!" He yelled back at me and I could feel the tears threatening to fall.
"Then why did you come here?" I shouted, feeling the first tear fall down. He just looked at me with those eyes. I didn't like it, not even a little. I hated him. 

"You wanna know why I came? Why I opened that door to Vernon's room?" He sounded somewhat angry, and sad at the same time. He moved closer to me, and I could feel his minty breaths on my face. "Because I knew you would be here. I knew you would be ether with him or in his room. Why? Because I know what I did. I know what I did to you, and I'm not even sorry about it! I'm not sorry that I kissed you! You hear that? I know I kissed you." I was paralyzed, I couldn't do anything. He was leaning closer to me. My mind was screaming to push him away, to run the hell away from that perverted, handsome man who was in front of me. But my body reacted the other way. My body wanted him to be close. To be by my side. Why? Why didn't my body listen to my decisions? To my mind? What kind of affection does he have on me? What? Why? I'm his roommate for gods sake. I have seen him with tons of different girls. Am I just gonna give in and become like all of them? Just his toy, a toy he throws away after using it a while? No, I don't want that. I don't want to be like those girls.I could almost taste his lips. When I decided to do something.
"No, don't... I don't want to..." I said as my hands made their way to his chest throwing small punches. More tears fell down my face.
"Stop... Please. I'm not like those girls. I don't want to be like them... Please go away... Leave me alone..." I was crying and pleading him to leave. The door opened and he walked out without a word.

Silence filled the room once again and soon my vision blurred again. I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes. My hand clenched the cloth around my chest. It hurt, it hurt like hell. I didn't know why or how. All I knew was that I was in pain.