Lennox. Me. & Apartment C.

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I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I literally can't stand him. I am not speaking to him until further notice and there isn't anything that anyone can say or do that will make me change my mind. After the night I came in from my show and saw him watching Star Trek, I guess he was feeling some kind of way because the next morning, I promise he woke up being stranger than ever before.

So I woke up earlier than him, probably because I was in bed before him. When he woke up, I was sitting at the bar in the kitchen, because I can not stand that ratchet sofa, just eating a bowl of cereal and watching videos on my phone. Basically, I was chill, no drama. In walks Lennox, he doesn't say anything to me, though I wave a "good morning" greeting at him because my mouth is full. Fine, maybe he doesn't see it because he's moving around trying to get food. Whatever. So, he pours a glass of juice and is standing across from me and, come to find out, was talking but I couldn't hear him because I was watching videos on my phone and had my earphones in my ear.

I guess he was trying to get my attention for awhile because all of a sudden, he just slams the counter with his hand in front of my phone. I jerk a bit because I was caught off guard and he essentially scolded me, "Oh my gosh, Quinn! Pay attention. I've been trying to talk to you about something for the past five minutes, jeez."

Naturally, I apologized because I didn't mean to ignore him and I could tell that he was really affected by it. "Oh, my bad. I couldn't hear you. Sorry about that, What's up?

"Nothing," he grumbled. "It's not important. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Wait, no, what?" I tried. "Really, I want to know. I was trying to blow you off  or anything."

"Nothing, ok? I just want to know if you had plans today and wanted to hang or something but it's whatever," he answered.

"Ok, sure, we can hang out. What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"No, never mind. I don't want to do it anymore. Just forget about it," he spazzed. Lennox didn't scream at me but he spoke very curtly and was really short with me, which I did not appreciate. I did nothing to him, but I knew he woke up in a sour mood so I can admit that that makes what I said a bit worse.

"Well, it's not my fault that you can't land a single girl and none of your friends want to be bothered with you," I stated. "If anyone's feelings should be hurt, it's me. You're only asking to hang out with me because literally nobody likes you." I said as I put my earphones back into my ears.

Before I could even start my video back again, Lennox had managed to turn fifty shades of mad. I watched him go from the deep inhale to the eye squint, twitchy thing to the snarl before he just decided to go for blood, "Excuse me?" He growled.

I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brows as I tauntingly stated, "You heard me." When sharks attack, you're apparently supposed to aim at the nose. This wasn't a shark, though; it was a Lennox, and I was gunning for the jugular.

He mumbled something or another and stalked off with a snarl. That was my Saturday morning, ladies and gentlemen. He hasn't said a word to me yet.

It's Tuesday.

Now, I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression here. I'm not really heartbroken that Homeslice hasn't said anything to me. My biggest pet peeve is wishy-washy people. I hate when people treat me one way and then completely flip the script and treat me another way. If you don't like me that's fine, but don't like me and continue to dislike me. Don't dislike me when it's convenient to dislike me. In my opinion, that is exactly what Lennox was doing.

Lennox was not a fan of me when I first came. He definitely was not a fan of my morning habits and routine after making me late. On top of all of this, I could tell that he did things just to get a rile out of me and make me uncomfortable. Now, all of a sudden, he's asking to just hang out on the weekend and pretend that we're actually friends. Sorry, not sorry! I'm not interested. On top of everything, I think what really makes it worse is the extreme hypocrisy and ambivalence, acting as if he is completely unaware that he is treating me like a tampon: there when you need it, but otherwise ignored when you don't.