The One

The One (5)

I could hear Steve slamming at the door. "Open up, Felicia! Explain yourself!"

I laughed to myself silently. I was enjoying his reaction so much. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrating. A new message.

"Open the door, Cinderella."

What the hell. How did he get my number?

Me: How did you get my number?

Idiot: I always get what I want.

Me: You can't get me...

Idiot: Excuse me? You'll be mine in a blink if I wanted to.

Me: Idiot. What were you thinking. I was saying that you can't get me to open the door.

Idiot: Who said I can't?

Me: I said so.

Idiot: Well, if you like being stuck in the toilet that much, fine. I just wanted to warn you that I saw Mr Eight Legs' friend when I went in there just now.

I screamed. Loudly. I was out of the toilet in a flash. I saw Steve's amused look which changed to guilt when he saw me. I then realised he was kidding me.

I hate that idiot.

His voice was gentle. "What happ- "

He shut up when I sent him a death glare. His green eyes had turned dark with guilt. He tried to put his arm around me but I shoved him away. I only said 3 words.

"Get. Out. Now."

-Steve-

I think I've carried the joke too far. Felicia hasn't spoken to me for half an hour and I'm dying out of boredom. She refuses to look at me too. I'm considering to go out when I realised something.

Her diary was still on my bed.

I flipped it open. The moment I did, I regretted it. I'm not the kind who invades other people's privacy. However, her book drew me to it like a magnet. Heck, that girl was a talented writer as well as an artist. I found myself reading page after page and admiring her handiwork.

No, that book wasn't her diary.

It was her own personal collection of stories and comics.

I couldn't help but laugh out loudly when I read them. I looked at that stubborn girl next door studying through the window. I was starting to think that the window was coming in handy after all.

As though she could sense me looking at her, she glanced up from her books. I smiled at her. She furrowed her eyebrows. What? Am I not even allowed to smile at her? Tons of girls would die to just see my charming smile.

She stood up and walked closely to the window. Oh, so she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the message I had left on her window the other day.

"Use a note next time, lazy Cinderella."

She looked at me. She picked up her marker. Jeez, didn't I tell her to use a note? Tsk tsk.

~Felicia~

So he can't read backwards. How pathetic.

Normally I would be nice and use a note, but being nice does not work against Steve Collins. He has to learn the hard way not to mess with me

Especially not about spiders.

I grabbed a marker and wrote on the window.

"I don't need to listen to you,"

I went back to my studying. There was a history test tomorrow and I desperately didn't want to fail it. I was concentrating so hard on my books that I didn't notice it at first.