Your Neighbor, The Villain

Chapter 4 - What Happened This Night

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I woke up with a start, my ears ringing. My entire body hurt, from my legs to my face. Everything... everything just ached.

Groaning in pain, I sat up and rubbed my arms, still groggy from sleep. I noticed almost immediately that I wasn't in my apartment. Wasn't wearing my clorhes. The blue blanket wrapped around my waist wasn't mine. Where was I?

I realized with a sigh that I was in Kevin's apartment, his leather couch sticking to my arms. I pulled them off and immediately regretted my choice to move.

"Oh my goddd..." I moaned, sitting upright. Immediately the memory of what happened at the school hit me like a brick, and my eyes widened. That's why I felt like shit. Kevin knocked me out...

Suddenly, I heard the door open and shut. I turned around to see Kevin walk in, arms full of groceries. He avoided my eyes and set them down on the counter, starting to put them in the small fridge. A hate note that I had sent him three years ago was pinned up near the handle, my neat writing smudged from age. He took out a box of cereal and floated a little off the ground to place it on the top.

"Kevin," I said hoarsely. The roughness of my voice surprised me, and I cleared my throat awkwardly before speaking again. "Kevin, what the hell happened?"

He didn't even turn around. "I beat you. Again." He replied flatly. "Oh, and you might want to avoid mirrors for a while."

"What the f---" Rage swelled inside of me. I just got beat half to death by this stupid so-called hero and he ignores me? No apology or anything?

I leaped off the couch and stomped over to him, my fists balled tightly.

"What the hell, Kevin?!" I shouted, grabbing his collar. His deep blue eyes locked onto mine, hate filling them. I stopped short for a second, admiring the turquoise color, before I realized what I was doing.

"What the HELL gives you the right to beat me up and then treat me like nothing even happened?! Fuck you, FUCK you, FUCK YOU!"

Suddenly he shoved me off of him, and I stumbled back, nearly tripping. The rough movement made the whole left side of my body throb, and I cried out in pain.

"She was my sister!" He spat. My eyes widened. ...his sister? Almost at once, guilt clouded my brain. I fucked over Kevin's little sister, a sweet kid that didn't deserve half of what I did. I took a step forward, my head in my hands.

"I didn't mean to..." I murmured quietly. He laughed loudly, a fake, harsh sound.

I grabbed his shoulders, turning him around to face me. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"

He slapped my hands away and walked over to the couch, pacing by the TV.

"Kevin!" I yelled, frustrated, following him to the living room.

He whipped around to face me, exasperated. "Max, you're not sorry. You're sorry that I'm mad at you. You don't give a damn about other people's feelings, you're a bad guy for a FUCKING reason. Listen, man, you DON'T care about anyone, more or less me! So I don't CARE about you! Go home, you're annoying as hell. God."

My eyes widened. His words hit me like a slap to the face, knocking the wind out of me. I don't care about you. You're annoying. Go HOME.

I felt hot tears well up in my eyes and I plopped onto the couch, trying desperately to wipe them away. My hands dug into the rough brown leather as I tried to keep from bursting into tears.

"Max...?" Kevin asked quietly, and I felt his hand gently rest on my shoulder. "Max, are you crying?"

"No." I insisted, but there was no way of hiding it. In a way, I was angry at myself. I hadn't cried in God knows how long, and THIS was the way I finally did? Crying was for doing alone in your room, where no one was watching. Emotions are for good people to have, not me.

Kevin's words ripped me out of my thoughts.

"Max, please, don't cry." He pleaded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything I said. Don't cry,"

"Stop it," I tried to say, but I ended up breaking down even more. He gave me a long look before wrapping his arms around me, warm and comforting.

"Shh..." he whispered, and finally I gave in, sobbing into his sweatshirt. Some small part of me said that I shouldn't be doing this, not in front of him, and certainly not with him, but I pushed it back and just let it be.

A long while later, I finally sighed and wiped my eyes, not wanting to get up from the comforting embrace. I stayed down for a few seconds before sitting up and smiling shakily.

"Thanks Kevin." I said meekly. He nodded.

"That's what I'm here for."

A couple moments of silence passed before I turned back around to face him, his deep blue eyes once again catching my attention. Why was it only now that I was noticing them? A wonderful color, drawing me in with every second that I looked.

"...Kevin...You---"

I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he kissed me.
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