girl, unspoken

one

I twisted the knob of the entrance to our apartment. Shuffling in, I dropped my lighter onto the tv stand. I wanted to continue another episode of Black Mirror but the exhaustion of the day's work crept over me. I got comfortable on the couch again and grabbed the remote to start the next episode. My high had settled in and this would be the perfect night to chill. But halfway into the show, I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open. I was drained. I remembered I had left my dishes in the sink and decided to clean those up before I made way to my bed to end the night. Selena would bitch if she came home to even a cup in the sink.

I wasn't in the mood to hear it.

I huffed as I heard the doorbell buzz. I wasn't expecting anyone and Sel would have her key. Sudsy water flew off my hands as I shook them and patted them dry on a kitchen towel before making my way to the front door. After checking through the peephole, I opened the door. I was greeted by Nick, my sister's jerk of a boyfriend, who was apparently drunk.

"Selena here yet?" he asked.

"No", I said dully, my irritation apparent.

"Well, I'm supposed to meet her here."

"Well she's not back yet, so..."

"So I'll just wait here for her" he pushed his way between the doorframe and I.

"Fine, whatever," I rolled my eyes, heading back to the kitchen as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

I turned on the sink faucet and suddenly cold water sprayed all over me. Somehow the lever on the spray head hadn't fully released. I shrieked, feeling the cold splash against my skin.

"Shit!" I frowned at the big mess on my shirt. I heard a chuckle come from Nick from the living room. I rolled my eyes at his amusement. "You know, Selena doesn't get back for another couple of hours, why are you even here?"

I left to my bedroom to change my shirt as I didn't actually care for a drunken explanation from him. As I lifted my shirt over my head I heard a low, masculine clearing of the throat, coming from behind me. I gasped, startled, turning to see Nick then quickly turning back when I remembered I had my shirt off.

"What are you doing in here?!" I complained, trying to hide my exposed bra and stomach with my shirt.

"Oh, I was looking for the bathroom. Guess I came in here by mistake", he smirked.

I knew he was lying. He'd been here countless times before and he definitely knew where the bathroom was. "Well as you can see, it's not the bathroom so you can go now", I rolled my eyes.

"Now what if I said I wanted to stay" he wrinkled his brows.