Thanks to Boys

2

"I SWEAR TO GOD, BLAKE ALEXANDER THOMAS FRANCIS CALDWELL! IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW I WILL WHOOP IT!" Someone shrieked.

"GIMME A GODDAMN SECOND, WOMAN!" He yelled from his room to the kitchen. He rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. He sprung up and looked at himself in the mirror. He shrugged and walked to the bathroom. Quickly combing his hair, brushing his teeth and face, he made his way downstairs; still in his pyjamas. "Are you happy now, Andrea?" He spat at his girlfriend.

"Much better," She giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. "Breakfast at the table." she sauntered away, most likely to their shared room. He brushed his blonde hair away from his face and smiled warmly. Eggs and toast on a plate greeted him in the dining room. He scarfed it down quickly.

"I'll be downstairs at the gym!" He yelled to his girlfriend.

"You do realise that you're still in your pyjamas right?" Andrea called from the stairs. Blake looked down and saw he was still in his night clothes. He rolled his eyes, changed, then left with his keys and phone. He strolled through the halls of the building and soon enough, found the gym doors on floor 3. He hummed under his breath until he hit something.

"Umph!" He said as he collided with it. He looked down to see wide, brown eyes belonging to an average-height girl with fire-red hair. He felt pissed at her for bumping into him. He just felt really crummy these past few days.

She grew red in the face and muttered thousands of apologies as she covered her face with her hands and looked to the ground. She made to scatter away but he threw out his hand and held her by a shoulder. Her eyes grew even wider if that was possible.

"Hi. I'm Blake Caldwell. Are you new around here? I haven't seen you around," He asked and grinned kindly. She nodded sheepishly. "Oh, then you must not know the rules. One of them being, stay out of my fucking way." He shoved past her, his calm and nice façade obviously gone. She gasped as she hit the wall. He rolled his eyes and continued on his way into the gym. He opened the door and looked at the girl once more.

"Douche," She whispered and walked away, holding her forefinger up and waving it at Blake. An arrogant laugh escaped his lips as he entered the gym. Plugging his earbuds into his phone, he walked to his preferred machine, the treadmill, and fired it up. He waited a bit and began walking. The speed began increasing until he reached a steady run. By then, the chorus to his favourite song was playing. He sang along in his head and felt the stress that was built up on him leave his shoulders. Time ticked by. The door opened and closed like usual, but a certain time it caught Blake's eye.

He turned around to see a tall young man, probably around his age, with raven black hair and amber eyes. His posture and manner told him that the man was most likely an employee somewhere in the apartment complex. The man walked over to the machine right next to Blake and turned it on. He began walking, then running. The man matched Blake's pace. Then he slowly surpassed it. His long legs struck the machine's belt in a steady rhythm, never missing a beat. Blake began getting annoyed. Who did this guy think he was? Today was a terrible day already. Blake rolled his eyes again and turned up the speed of his machine. Songs flew by, and before he knew it, it was 2:00 in the afternoon.

Blake turned off his machine and tiredly trudged to the locker room to shower and change.He walked out and the man with the amber eyes approached him.

"Hi, I'm Nate. You are?" He offered his hand. Blake looked at it awkwardly and nodded.

"Blake," He stated simply. Nate grinned. "What do you want?"

"Well, Blake, we've been getting an awful lot of complaints from your neighbours and other guests because of your churlish behaviour. Blake tilted his head.

"That's their problem, not mine," He said and attempted to walk past the man. He was stronger than he looked because he latched onto his forearm and spun him around.

"Well, it kind of is."Nate shrugged.

"Well it kind of isn't," Blake imitated the man.

"It is your problem," Nate said. Anyone could tell he was trying to be nice but was getting impatient. He pitched the bridge of his nose with his other hand. "Look, guy, I've been getting heaps of complaints and if you don't keep it down they're going to evict you. I don't want to do it, but my boss'll do it in a flash. If you want to hold onto your apartment, quiet down," Nate hissed. He handed Blake a piece of paper, let go of his arm, then left as if nothing happened.

Blake opened the paper and saw the heading. It read, "Noise Warning" at the top. He rolled his eyes as he crumpled the paper and threw it into the trashcan. He walked to the elevators, pressed the button for the 9th floor and waited until it came. He climbed onto the elevator to find none other than Andrea.

"Hi babe," He said in a probing manner. She drew her lips into a fine line. "What happened?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing. I just got a noise warning from our landlord that said that if they get one more complaint we'll have to move out. Also, I got a bunch of complaints from our neighbours that you were treating them like shit," She stated matter-o'-factly. "I just wanted to find and tell you that if this keeps up, I'm moving away." Blake's heart sank to his feet. His knees felt as if they were made of jello and were about to give out. His head spun as he realised that the love of his life was going to move away.

"No... No please! I'll stop, just please don't go away!" He pleaded. She smiled at him out of pity.

"Alright. Just know that again, if this keeps up I'm going to have to leave you," Andrea said as she put her hands on her hips. Blake nodded as he held her hand and smiled a bit. She smiled as well.

"Okay. I'm sorry," He genuinely said. He didn't want her to go, he felt as if she was the only person in the world to understand him. And that was the harsh truth he had to face.

Eh. So what do you think? Should I continue this book or not? 4 comments for the next chapter.