His Human Luna

One

"Amelia!" Just ignore him. He'll go away eventually.

"Amelia, baby!!" Oh Mother of.... Does this boy have no shame?

"I'm sorry baby!! Please!! Ameliaaa!!!" Good Lord. You see Amelia, this is what happens when you don't listen to your gut. This shit tends to happen. If you would have just done what you were supposed to, and ended it with him the morning after... God you are too stupid sometimes.

"You know what? Fine! Be that way, bitch! I loved your sorry ass!!" Oh what in the..no he did..did this guy just... Oh Nuh-UH.

I quickly grab my robe and fuzzy bunny slippers and walk down to the outside of the lobby where this fool is yelling. Damn idiot is gonna get me kicked out.

I pass the security guard and very good friend, Hugh, posted in the front of the building and shoot him an apologetic smile, "I'm jut gonna take care of this really quick."

He holds up his hands, "Not my problem, Miss Thatcher."

Turning the corner of the building I see the man child still screaming nonsense gibberish at my bedroom window...on the tenth floor.

"You dirty piece of-" I slap him in the back of his head before he could finish.

"Listen here you little nut-turd, before you finish that statement lets get a few things clear shall we? You," I poke a finger at his inflated chest. Hard. "Came to my home. My place of comfort and started yelling obscene things to me from the outside of the freaking complex at 1:30 in the morning. Not to mention your ass is drunk. I could call the police any second and have your sorry ass in jail for harassment."

He looked startled and attempted to speak in his own defense, but I was on a roll. "I ended shit with your lazy self 4 days ago. Shall I repeat? 4. MOTHER. LOVING. DAYS. AGO!" I poked at his chest with each word.

If I were a cartoon, I'd be cherry red, have smoke coming out of my ears, and there would be steam radiating from my head.

"Now, why don't you do us all a favor a take your greasy-haired, eye-bugered, steroid-taking, cheap-beer smelling ass off this property, and out of my life before I call the cops."

"Amelia baby-" the jackass attempted to touch me. Can you believe that? He actually tried to touch me?

I slapped his hands away, "Let me remind you who I am. I am Amelia Thatcher, daughter of Joseph Thatcher, the former governor of this fine state of California. I am not your baby."

He seethed, "Alright, fine. Throw your dad's title at me. See if I care. It's not like he's around anymore to do you any good."

That made my blood run cold. I turned away from him and ran a hand down my face. "Just leave, Martin. Please." I begged.

"You know what? You think it's cool to meet a guy, hook up, have a great two weeks and ditch? No way..."

While he rambled all I did was pull out the phone I hastily shoved in my robe's pocket and pressed the correct numbers.

"...it was so intimate and I was just- wait.. What are you doing?"

"Dialing 911." I showed him the screen.

His face paled, and he finally surrendered. "Alright! I'm leaving! You damn bitch, I'm leaving!" With that he scurried off into the night.

I ran a hand through my pin straight ash blonde hair and released a sigh.

I walked back inside the lobby and walked straight over to Hugh, who thankfully had a nice cup of tea waiting for me.

I gave him a nod in thanks, while he raised his cup to me as a form of your welcome. I put the cup down after downing half of the tea, and rested one arm on the check in table and the other on my hip. "I'm really sorry about that Hugh."