Deeply Unhappy

Her nail polish. That's what I noticed first. When she brushed her long, thin, pale fingers through her nearly black hair, I caught the sight of the navy blue polish traced across her bitten-short nails. I don't know why I noticed this small detail, but thinking about it later, it was probably because the color perfectly set off her pale skin and slight-almost nonexistent-tomboy side. Her "no-bullshit" side.

"Come on, Seth. You've got to meet her. She's not your type though, bro. Sorry." Calem slung his arm across my shoulders and grinned his wide, goofy grin. I couldn't help but grin back at my childhood best friend. I was still moving into our shared apartment , as he had moved in the week before and evidently already become acquainted with our new neighbor.

"What's she like?" I questioned. I'd been hearing about the "hot wisdom babe across the hall's" looks from Calem the entire week, but he hadn't made a single comment about her personality. According to him, though, they were newfound besties already.

He knocked on the door directly across the hall.

"Get in here goober!" A female voice called out. He opened the door and called out, "Yo, chika! where you at?"

"Bedroom doofus!"

We walked in that direction and I took in the homey apartment. Definitely a girl's, but a bit more, I don't know, tolerable than most girl's.

The door was open.

And that's when it happened. She looked up from her cross legged position in front of a black laptop and brushed her layered bangs back from her face, and I caught the nail polish that set of her hair and skin perfectly.

She was stunning. Her hair wasn't quite black, as in the light it had an obvious brown tint, but it was pretty much there. She had wide eyes that looked almost, red, and were framed with heavy dark lashes and deep green eyeliner. She had pale, pale skin that set of her full pink lips and slightly pink tinged, high cheekbones. Looking back, she reminded me a lot of Snow White.

Her hair fell to her hips and was pin straight. And as she stood to shake my hand, I noticed she had the type of body that caused girls to develop eating disorders or try weird boob tricks or do squats. I mean, I bit my lip as my eyes traveled down her huge breasts, thin waist, and wide hips that her tight white tank top clung to. She had on jean shorts that showed off a nice, round ass and thigh gap. She was short, about 5'4", yet had long legs.

Traveling back up to that beautiful heart shaped face, I noticed it was caught up in a scowl of disapproval, and her arms were crossed, blocking her chest.

Calem was laughing.

"What?" I asked, confused as hell.

"You were right for once you ass!" she commented to Calem as she reached out and slapped his shoulder. He was still shaking with laughter, his shaggy blonde hair falling over his blue eyes. Finally he looked up at her and held out his arms. She hugged him tightly while I looked around dumbly, hoping for an explanation.

"I kinda told her you were a total perv." He giggled.

"And he was right!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the ceiling.

"Wait, what, no!" I was so gonna hit Calem later. She chuckled and cracked an adorable half smile as she turned toward her closet.

"Calem, babe, is this a good cover up?" She smiled deviously at him as she held up a batman sweatshirt, which sent him into another roar of laughter.

"Will someone please explain this to me?" I was starting to get pissed.

"Seth, love, you were practically undressing me with your eyes." She said in a seductive voice, patting my cheek with those pale, painted hands as she brushed past me into her bathroom to change. Calem shook his head and wiped a tear from his eye.

"She is something else." He smiled at the thought.

"You told her I was a perv?" I shoved him.

"Dude, chill." He held up his hands in surrender. "You totally are. I just warned her."

"Dammit Calem!" He'd ruined any chance of getting her in bed I might of had. It was true, I was a total player and I was okay with that. I liked my rep. Calem was my polar opposite, but that's what made us friends.

She walked into the room, and the sweatshirt did her no better than the tank top. Somehow she made the whole thing look sexy and cute at the same time. Damn. I thought.

"Ready doofuses?" She asked, grabbing her keys and phone from her dresser.

"For...?" I questioned.

"I'm taking y'all out to dinner!" She smiled.

"Baby doll, I'm paying." Calem slugged her in the arm and then threw his arm around her shoulder like they were old friends.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him as they walked toward the front door, with me trailing behind. Great. I thought. They're already the best of friends and she thinks I'm a total pervert.