The Dare

Morning Fight

My eyes fluttered open as the light entered my room. Turning in my bed to my side, I saw the dog-ear guy sitting on my desk. His knees were folded and his eyes were shut. Well, I guess that's better than him gawking at me. But I thought he said ghosts don't sleep; maybe he's just resting. Can ghosts get mentally fatigued? Who knows? I shouldn't; I shouldn't have anything to do with him, but alas, here we are. My eyes narrowed onto him slightly. Here we are....... But its still somewhere I didn't want to be.

"Say, guy?" "What?" The man glanced over from his usual place at my windowsill. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Huh? Now what are you going on about?" "Us living together; do you still want to stay here?" "Uh yeah? Why wouldn't I?" Oh, I could think of a couple of very important reasons. Despite his minor lapse of decency to me the other night, he was back to his usual jerk self. "What about I want? That matters too." "Does it?" His lips curled into a cocky smirk. "Ugh," my eyes rolled before I turned my gaze back to the mirror where I was fixing my hair. The jerk just watched quietly after that until I spoke again. "What if I helped you move somewhere else?" "You mean with all my non-existent luggage?" "I meant finding somewhere you might like better than here."

I don't know why but something about this statement set him off. He shot me a vicious glare. "Listen, you. I said I'm not going anywhere. Whether you like it or not, I'm staying." "But I can't back out of my contract and I don't have enough money to stay in a hostel." "So? That's not my problem." This utter asshole! I felt that familiar vein pulse inside my head again. "I have nowhere else to go! Until this year is done." "Heh, looks like we're roommates for good then," his stupid, arrogant smirk returned. Screw him! My hands balled into fists.

"You know what I think?" I could feel me quickly lose control of my temper. "I think you're only staying to annoy me. That's it; that's the only reason." "What?!" Angered, he got to his feet so to meet my glare right on. "You really do hate me, don't you? That's why......" "Shut up! You don't know anything!" "Oh really?!" "Yes! You don't even know my name!" "I don't wanna know your name! I don't want anything to do with you." "I said shut up! You're so stupid, you can't see what's right in front of you- moron." "You're calling me a moron? I just figured out why you're even bother to stay here; what's so stupid about that?!" "Hate to break it to you but you're wrong. I'm not.......!"

To my absolute astonishment, the guy's voice caught in his throat as if he was about to say something incriminating....... or embarrassing. Instead, his face just flushed a little and he glanced away to avoid blushing. Wait, blushing? My spine stiffened. Why would blush? What was there to blush about? Maybe...... maybe I really am missing something here? But no, that's impossible. If he wasn't staying just to irritate me, then why would he.......? He had to ruin the brief moment of silence by going to sit back at the windowsill and gaze outside; he wore a distinct sour expression. "Gees, how thick can you get?" He muttered under his breath.

That flared up my tempers immediately again. "Would you stop calling me stupid?! In case you haven't noticed, this is a postgrad college; I'm in masters. I've had more education than you ever will, so if anyone's dumb in here, it's definitely not me." "Are you calling me stupid?!" His head shot back to give me a nasty look. Me?! Call him......? If that's not the pot calling the kettle black, I don't know what it. But I was running out of steam to keep arguing with the undead. "You're impossible." His eyes grew in surprise when I went over to fetch my coat and key.

"Hey, where are you going?" "Out." "Oh good, that's just what we need right now. You looking to get attacked by poltergeists or something?" "I'm just going on a walk! I need to clear my head." And get away from you. "At least wear my robe if you insist on going." "You mean that disgusting rat shirt? Hell no!" "You wanna get hurt?! Is that it?" I noticed his hand roll into fists. "No, I want some time alone!" "Why do you keep trying to get away from me? What's your problem?" You're my problem! Though I didn't dare say that out loud now, considering the war that would start. But my not-answering seemed to enrage him as well. I could feel the vibes coming off his body from across the room; yep, better to close this can of worms than keep it open any longer. "Saoirse, I want some answers now!" That's my que to go! Without another word, I opened the door and slammed it behind me.

Once outside my room, I let out a tiny sigh and rested my back against the wall for a second. This moment of peace was also interrupted however by a few familiar voices. "Boy, Saoirse; a little early to be shouting, isn't it?" The blonde one stated; the others didn't look so confident. That same uncomfortable expression bore across their faces. "W-who..... were you talking to?" The brown-haired one- the bitch who dared me- ventured to ask in the meekest voice. The look I gave her was so hateful, so utterly loathing that her posture immediately altered. Still glaring her way, I began to past by them. "I will say one thing about me," I uttered before leaving. "I may see the undead but at least I know I'm quantifiably better than you." "What did you......?!" Her friend was about to protest but I didn't stick around to hear it. They just watched me leave the hall without so much as a glance back. I was done with fighting- and fleeing- for one day. Or so I thought.    

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