I woke up to the room engulfed in darkness, realizing that I must have fell asleep when I returned from my mom and dads. I could work out the silhouette of someone laid next to me, obviously Brian. Looking at him laid asleep peacefully almost made my blood feel like it was boiling. The fact that he had the audacity to treat me how he did and say the things that he had said to me, and still think that it was completely fine to jump back into my bed again that same night? Any reasonable guy would take the hint and look at the couch as a really, really good option. I knew that it had to be late, but I couldn't let myself go back to sleep. Not when he was there, anyway. I couldn't reason with his actions at all and needed to get out of the same room as him.
Picking up my pillow, I made my way out of the room, throwing the soft cushion onto the couch, trying to make myself as comfortable as I could. The more thought I put into the situation that I was in, the more I found myself tossing and turning. The entitlement.. The cheek, hell, this guy was even in my own bed right now whilst his pregnant half girlfriend/whatever had to sleep on the couch because of his own jerk off actions. Everything always had to be his way and on his terms. I needed to regain the confidence to tell him what I really felt. If he wanted to leave after that, then that would be on him and he would be the one missing out - not me.
Waking up the next morning, the apartment still as quiet as a mouse, I returned to my bedroom as Q still slept. As I looked for clothes to wear for after my shower, I decided to make as much noise as I possibly could. Maybe that was petty, but that was the type of mood that I was in right now. Grabbing a towel from the drawer, I slammed the bathroom door shut behind me, almost gaining slight pleasure knowing that I'd be messing with the guy that is notoriously known for hating to be woken up.
As the steamed filled the shower, I was left to my own thoughts as I lathered shampoo onto my hair. I would like to say that I was prepared to leave the bathroom and be faced with an awoken - and possibly quite grumpy Brian - but I was not prepared at all. All I knew was that I had to stand my ground, he had to know that the way he was handling this was not the correct way at all.
One last dry with the towel, I slipped on some fresh clothes and pulled the bathroom door open, expecting to see Q still in my room. He however, was not. I felt like half of the time it was like a cat and mouse chase with this guy. I left my room, making my way to the kitchen, walking in on Q and Kara mid conversation as they both made breakfast. She obviously didn't know that he knew about the news yet and had reacted the way that he did, or she would be less than welcoming to his presence.
"Morning, camper" Kara smiled.
"Camper?" I questioned, confused by the new nickname.
"Yeah, I saw you sprawled out on the couch at 4am. Q too lazy to carry you to bed last night?"
"Something like that" I replied, not giving either one of them eye contact as I walked past, grabbing some cereal and a bowl.
Pouring the milk into the bowl, the room had gone unusually quiet besides the noises of the cooking and spreading of toast. It definitely was uncomfortable, but there was no way that I'd be engaging in any type of contact with Q first, he was in the wrong here, he should make the first move. Whether that be an explanation or an apology, I at least deserved one of the two.
"I'm gonna be late for work so I'm going to have to eat this on the go" Kara's voice announced from behind me. "You two have a good day" she added, rubbing my shoulder with her spare hand as she left the room.
Great. Now I would be left alone with him, even better.
