She's A Poison

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A few days after she had killed Sam, he had been declared missing. His girlfriend, a short, snobby girl with watermelons for boobs, had called him at least 20 times. Once she grew impatient, she decided to let herself into his apartment late one night, expecting to find him sleeping. Good thing she cleaned up all his bones or Sam's girlfriend would have found an unwanted surprise. Instead, she found nothing, not even his dirty clothes from the past few days. She took it upon herself to call his office to ask if he had been in. After they said no, that was when she called the police. 

It was now two months after the police had been notified, and Sam had just been declared dead, even though there was no trace of his body. The police had declared on public radio that "Sam Gerna was a lost cause," and there was no point to continue searching if they will not find anything. 

To her surprise, two nights ago her building manager had announced to her that Sam's old apartment, 46K, had been bought, and the new owner would be moving in very soon. When he meant soon, he meant soon. Two days soon. She peeked through her cracked door, staring at her new neighbor, who was struggling to open his door. He was a toned man, maybe a few years older than she was. His blond hair was pulled into a very messy, yet hot, man bun. As he continued to try to turn the lock, you could see that his fair skin was spotted with millions upon millions of freckles, so many that it was possible that his freckles had freckles on top of them.  

Abruptly, he stopped what he was doing and looked to his right. Suddenly, without even looking at her direction, he called out, "I know you're there. You can come out."

She jumped, shocked that he could have noticed her. She crouched lower than she been before, maybe he had noticed somebody else. Her breathing hitched, as she sat quietly, patiently waiting to see what he did next.  

"Yes, you," it was probably the most simple sentence she had ever heard in her lifetime, but it made her heart plummet into her stomach.  

Slowly, she made her way through her door to the man. She played with her diamond ring, as she stood there, waiting for this man to talk. Even though she was tired, she was glad that she decided to get dressed this early in the morning. It would be extremely awkward if the first thing her new neighbor saw was her nightgown, and possibly some side-boob.   

"You know, it's rude to watch your new neighbor. Even ruder to watch him struggle to unlock his new door, without offering any help," he spat out at her. She instantly knew that she would dislike this man.   

"Well, it's rude for the first thing you do to your new neighbor is shouting at her," she replied, fixing her mini black dress. As she peered up at this man, she realized that he was at least 6 inches taller than her, which shocked her, considering she was 5'9. She also realized that he had dazzling brown eyes, the color of the bark on an oak tree. 

"True, let's restart this," he held out his hand for her. "Connor. Connor Vin," he smiled at her, showing his perfectly white, straight teeth, probably more than he needed. 

She grabbed his hand and faked a smile, "Maya." 

"What no last name?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maya shook her head, "I don't give that out to people I just met." Or to anybody at all, Maya thought to herself.  

"Fair enough," he went back to trying to unlock his door. "What's that? Is it from your boyfriend?" He asked, pointing to her diamond ring that she was still playing with.

"Actually, yes, but under bad circumstances. He died and this was his gift to me," Maya answered, staring at the ring now. It was a beautiful, dainty ring, with one small diamond and a silver band.