Test Of Love

No, I Can't...

JJ's POV
"Good Evening, Ms. Jareau!" Lucas, the doorman in my new building, greets me.
"Good evening Lucas," I reply with a forced smile. It's not that I don't like him, but I've just had a rough first day at work and I'm not in the mood for a conversation.
I walk over to the elevator and click the button that points up. Exiting the elevator I walk a short distance down the hall towards my new apartment.
I've just moved from New Orleans to Sanfrancisco. My dream was to work for the FBI in the BAU and now I've finally made my dream come true. Now I am permanently working here, which kind of sucks because all of my family is back in New Orleans and I'll have to fly to visit them.
As I pull my key from my pocket I here footsteps coming from the stairwell. I don't bother turning around to see who it it until their beside me slamming in the apartment door beside mine.
"Want so-" As I look up I stop mid sentence and swear under my breath. Of course it has to be him! Of course!
"Fuck sakes!" Spencer yells.
"You think I wanna live beside you too?!" I shoot back.
"At least I can take down a six foot tall man!" He retaliates.
"You want me to take you down right now?!" I fire back.
"I'd like to see you try!" He snorts.
"Whatever. I hope you rot in hell!" I yell and slam my apartment door behind me.
I was harsh, but I swear to god if that man makes one more comment, I'm going to shoot him! I do not have the patients to be kind to him! He's a sexist SOB and I don't know why in hell Agent Hotchner would hire someone like that! He must be a suck up.
It's 9:00pm now and I decide to crawl into bed and read for a bit.
One hour later (10:00)
I'm almost asleep when I hear a knock on my door.
"Who the hell would knock on someone's door at 10:00 at night!" I groan and enter my living room.
I pull open the door and see- OF COURSE!
"What do you want!" I spit through my teeth.
"Do you uh, have sugar? I ran out." Spencer asks.
"Yes, why?" I ask holding my robe tightly around my waist.
"Can I um borrow uh some? I can't drink coffee without sugar." He states staring at his feet.
"Fine," I say opening the door wider for him to come in.
"Thanks." He says awkwardly.
I go to the kitchen and grab the sugar container and turn around.
I drag myself over to him and place it in his hands.
He carefully takes the container in his giant hands and turns to leave. Before exiting though he swings around,"Thanks J.," and nods his head. In the process of turning around again, he drops the container! Why wouldn't he!
I grunt impatiently and throw my hands up in the air!
Why couldn't he have just left?! This wouldn't have happened and I wouldn't have flipped out like I'm about to!
"I'm so-" he begins.
"Just don't!" I groan bending over.
"At least let me hel-"
"No! Just let me do it and you can leave!" I shout.
"Fine!" He says pissy.
Oh now he's mad at me! What did I do! He's the one that dropped and smashed my sugar container! I look up expecting him to be gone but he stands there, puzzled. As if he can't quite understand what 'you can leave' means.
"You can go," I say pissier.
"Fine," he grunts and leaves.
I'm done with him. He's an arrogant, sexist bastard that's too blind to see that I..... No I can't! I deserve better. I can't like him....
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YES IM BACK, again! I wrote this chapter a long time ago and omg I forgot to publish it and I went to go write today and felt so stupid!!! I'm so sorry guys!!! But ily!!!❤️