An Unfinished Business

Episode 1

It was 7 am in the clock and I was clearly too groggy to function. The trip had exhausted me inside out and I dived into my bed as soon as I reached home. But clearly, since my life was Murphy’s Law, the draconian bell rang, signalling the onset of someone who was clearly going to be my new nemesis. I went down to open the door, and there he was: the human Gucci. White shirt, blue jacket and a smug smile that clearly reflected his recent activities; sex.

Any attempt to hide the effect he had on me was worthless so I just managed the sternest tone possible and grumbled, “What do you want?”

He flashed a ghost of a smile, clearly seeing through me and came a little inside.

“I just saw you come. Brought you this,” he gave me a handful of newspapers, “gossip and stuff you know, everything you missed.”

“Nothing much happens to miss around here.”

“I’d disagree there.” He said and walked past me to stand in the middle of the dimly lit room. He looked so in place there that it made me feel like a stranger in my own home.

“Anyway, that’s kind of you. Now that you’ve enlightened me, would you like to leave or I’ll have to engage in a sequence of trite lines from you?”

“Oh come on babe, you are really not that hard, are you?” he said and muffled a chuckle at his own lame joke, “I came to meet you, I’ve missed you.” I scoffed and sat on the couch.

“You have to realize it’s inevitable. You can’t resist me.” He flashed the most seductive smile, “and I don’t want you to.”

“You don’t want any girl to.” I said, irritated. The effect he had on me right now was truly infuriating. He laughed. I did a silent prayer.

For the one year I had been neighbours with him, I have come to know his tactics, but what I still hadn’t come in terms with was his appearance. His hair was so sloppy that I couldn’t not run my hands through them. And his eyes hid his real intentions while also portraying them. But it was his laugh that took the game. Each time he laughed, I had to poke myself in the eye with a knife. That sound and the way his lips made that curve made me want to strangle the morality out of me and be the kind of girl who fucked, anyone, and anywhere. But I wasn’t one of them. And that sucked.

“So, how was home?” he asked.

“It was a study tour. Very intere-educating.” The control took physical effort.

“I’m sure Harvard misses you.” He was nipping at the corner of his lips while the other hand was on his waist. “So, Saturday?”

I knew it! Of course he couldn’t control not having fucked a girl this close to his vicinity. It was his weakness and yes I picked at it.

“Tempting, but no. I’d like to keep my dignity for a little while more.” I said and stood up.  He laughed again and I pulled my nightgown closer.

“It’s about time you realize that you’re gonna let me have it. Sooner or later.”

“I’ll always prefer later. Like late-late-later. Until then continue the mission of banging every girl in Texas.

“Sounds a great idea. Only if you could add yourself to this list, the mission would end sooner.” He said and we moved to the door.

“Too bad. I think it’s gonna be forever unaccomplished. Now, if you’ll make yourself out.”

“We’ll see about that.” He said coming inappropriately close and pushed back a stray strand off my face. My breath stuttered, he laughed and went off with a wink. Of all the things Eastern Texas has done wrong, this was my favourite one.