Forgive (Mithzan X the reader)

Chapter Two: Button

You sit on your bed in your dorm room on a December evening ten years later. You cuddle up in your handmade blanket, appreciating the silence of your dorm room. Your roommate has gone to a house party and invited you to tag along. She even tried to convince you that there will be hot boys. You politely decline, since you would rather choose a quiet night in than having a make out session with a random, drunk guy.

A cup of herbal tea sits on your night stand. You pick it up and take a quick sip.

"Ah," you say in satisfaction. "A healthy addiction."

You read a novel written by Stephen King as the moon glimmers a beautiful glow, creating a gorgeous view of your campus, or, what you like to call it, the "Edification Prison".

You keep reading until all of a sudden, rock music blasts from next door, causing you to drop hot tea all over your blanket. You mentally scream from the burns you receive as the tea goes through the blanket.

Your bed hops up and down to the loud tempo of the blasting rock music of your next door neighbor as you try to dab the spill with some paper towels.

Afterwards, you try to concentrate on the line you are reading but it's gotten to the point where the music is so loud that you have to read the line multiple times in order to understand it.

"That's it," you angrily say aloud to no one.

You swiftly stand up from your shaking bed, slamming the novel down on the nearby night stand. As you stand up, you cover your ears to block out the deafening music. You go to the wall near your door and start pounding with all your strength.

"Hey! Blackie!" you shout. "Can you turn down the music?!"

After a few seconds, the rock music quiets down until it was completely silent. You uncover your ears and immediately afterwards, you hear a two loud knocks at your door.

Confused, you turn the knob and open the door, finding a girl with all black clothing on with black makeup caked on her face and a ring in her nose waiting, ready to unleash her unbridled rage.

"Hey, Blackie," you greet politely.

She crosses her arms in a sassy pose, trying to look threatening. "What's the big deal, Button?"

You cross your arms back at her and squint your eyes. "The music was way to loud! I'm trying to read a novel for class," you explain.

Silence fills the air, accompanied with a hardcore death glare by Blackie.

"I told you to not to call me that," you break the silence, whilst losing the staring contest with the mysterious neighbor.

She chuckles while uncrossing her arms. You shiver.

"It's your fault that you brought it up when we first moved here," she raises her eyebrows, thinking she won the short quarrel. "Plus, it kinda suits you, Button."

"Please stop," you demand, trying not to let her get to you.

"Alright. Stop being so sensitive," Blackie says as she scarily smirks.

You sigh, knowing that she'll never understand you.

"Whatever," you say, annoyed. "I'm going inside to read."

"Alright," she salutes. "Bye, Button."

Something inside you snaps and you immediately try to tackle her. She dodges it, like she was expecting it to happen.