The Rockstar Next Door

Tessa

The moaning has been going on for THREE hours! I bury my face in my pillow and scream, I can't take this shit anymore. I've tried everything from headphones, sleeping on the couch, hell I even took cold medicine once just to get some sleep. I get up and put on my slippers, I pull on an oversized hoodie and grab my keys. My cat, Ferris, looks at me and meows. "If he wants to keep doing this I might have to kill him." I huff and storm over to the sink. I fill it with ice cold water and walk out through door. I walk up the stairs and pound on the door. "Open the fuck up Greyson!" I pound on the door a few more times and I hear giggling. I sigh and pound a couple more times until I see a half naked man in front of me. "Jesus, do you always answer the door like that?" He chuckles and holds a towel around his waist, he was soaked. "I thought you might've been my company's friend...but I mean you could do." He looks me up and down, and that's when I realize he's really drunk...or high. I can't really tell. I take the cup and splash him with the cold water. "What the fuck!!" He yelled and stumbled back. "Keep it the fuck down, some of us have jobs you know. This was for your own good. Maybe it'll fucking cool you off." He's pissed. The girl behind him must also be drunk because she's just giggling away, which he doesn't seem to like either. "Get out." He slams the door in my face and I can hear him telling the girl that he's done for the night, and that his mood was ruined. I smile and go back downstairs, maybe I have finally unlocked the key to keeping that man quiet. I open the door and go straight to my bed, I close my eyes and start to drift off. I was just about to fall asleep when I can hear moaning again. "YOU'VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" I groan and look at the clock. I have to be up in two hours. "God...if you can hear me please let a meteorite hit this building, but only the top two floors." I sigh and put my pillow over my face. After about half an hour I decided to just get up, at this point there is no reason why I should be trying anymore. I make my bed and change into my gym clothes, the best part about living here is that the gym is in the basement...the farthest floor away from Greyson's apartment. I put on a navy green sports bra, matching leggings, and a grey hoodie as a cover up. I grab my energy drink, my headphones, water bottle, and keys. As I'm walking out of my apartment I see the girl from last night storming down the hall, her hair is a wreck and she looks as though she'd been crying. When she walks past me she reeks of booze and sweat. I shake my head and go to the elevator. Greyson did what he does best, piss women off. I hit the button for the gym when a hand goes flying in the door, of course. It's him. I roll my eyes and watch as he hits the button for the gym as well. "Great..." I mutter and he looks at me. "Oh...it's you." He chuckled. "You look like shit." I glare at him and take a sip of my energy drink. "No thanks to you, I'm surprised you even have any energy to go to the gym with all that cardio you did last night. Fucking in the bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, even on the patio. I hope one of these times you fucking fall." He smiles. "Seems a little harsh, don't cha think?" I shake my head. "Not really, I got more sleep when I lived at the teen home. That's saying a lot because you always had to watch out for other kids beating up on you to take your shit." The door opened and I walked out, leaving him speechless. I scan my fob and head straight to the dumbbells, today was shoulders and back. Tomorrow, leg day, my favorite day. I know that is stereotypical for women, but there's just something about running and squats that makes me feel free. Halfway through my workout I take my hoodie off and take a drink of water. I continue onto the next set when I catch someone looking at me out of the corner of my eye. It was Greyson. All of a sudden I don't wanna be in here anymore. I look at the time and calculate that if I leave now I can, get a shower, take a nap, and still make it to work in time. I grab my stuff and go to the elevator. I close my eyes and just think about the sweet sleep I'm going to get tonight, it's Friday so after today I can just relax and rest for the next two days. Once in the apartment I immediately hit the shower, god it felt so good. After my shower I put on some shorts and a tank top, I flop on my bed and smile. "Oh god how I've missed you..." I yawn and can feel my body relax, then I hear a knock on my door. "Nooooo, why!" I groan and stay in bed. Maybe if I act like I didn't hear it they'll go away. That was definitely not the case. The knocking got louder, I sigh and get out of bed. Once at the door I look through the peephole and see none other than Greyson Harris. What the fuck does he want.