Artistic Behavior (#Wattys2014)

Chapter Four - Like, the Devil's Daughter, right?

A/N Okay, last chapter. It moved too fast D; I was in a rush because, well... I actually don't know, but I was!

Sorry about that, I'm going to edit it soon.

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Chapter Four -

Like, the Devil's Daughter, right?

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I stare at my phone in my hand, thinking if I should just call home and ask if I can come back, because for the past week, it has been crazy.

Kate hasn't done anything but threaten me. But, besides all that Kate stuff, one thing has been on my mind, when Noah said he'll he'll help me. I mean, so far, I bet any girl would absolutely love him to help them from a psychotic fangirl who they're afraid of. But, I am completely clueless to why he wants to help me. He doesn't even know me! And by the glare he was giving me, I doubt he actually means it.

And, it turns out, Alex is my roommate, not surprising at all.

I sigh and place my phone on the table beside my bed, lay down against my pillow. I put my hands over my eyes, groaning. This is crazy, I'm already getting targeted.

I guess this is why they never get new people on campus. Kate is here to ruin their stay here, and it absolutely sucks.

"Hey, Dani, you coming with us?" Alex says from outside the door, not even bothering to open it. I sit up, staring at the door, my eyes slowly drooping closed.

"No," I mutter, grabbing a pillow and drape it over my face, sighing. I've been doing that a lot lately.

"Why not?" She whines, slapping her hand agaisnt the door, and I hear a thump, making me realize she bumped her head on the door.

"I'm tired, and if Kate's there, I'm not going," I groan. I told her about Kate threatening me, and she said something about "always doing it to scare people" or "just fucking ingore her". Her words, not mine.

"Fine, be a lazy ass and sleep," she says teasingly, and I hear her footsteps slap against the floors, away from the door. They falter after a few steps, but keep going a moment later.

I let a ghost of a smile grace my lips as I close my eyes, and try to sleep.

Key word: try.

A knock at my door interrupts me from sleeping, and I mutter profanities under my breath as I sit up, and walk towards the door. I slam my hand against the door before opening it harshly, staring at the person on the other side of the door blankly. As soon as I see who it is, I blink.

Once.

Twice.

"Why the hell are you here?" I ask him, scanning him up and down to see if he has anything to attack me with.

He arches an eyebrow, "I told you I'd help you, so I am," Noah retorts, brushing past me, looking around the room. I grumble under my breath, slamming the door and turning around with my arms crossed, sending him a glare from across the room.

"What? Kate threatened you, I help," He states simply, down at the end of my bed.

"She's evil," I spat, walking towards my bathroom, and to the sink.

"Like, the Devil's Daughter, right?" He asks from behind me, and I stare at him through the mirror, water droplets dripping down my face.

"Yeah," I say bluntly, turning off the water, and drying off my face with a towel. I walk past him, purposely bumping shoulders, and sit in the rolly chair near the wall.