She Who Loves Death ✓COMPLETE

2. Loser

PERCEIVING THE JERK'S magnified arrogance, my ears automatically flinch in retaliation but somehow, I manage to just turn my back and walk away. In the first place, there is no sense arguing with him especially because I am the stepping in someone else's territory.

"Hey, hey." The jerk muses as his hand blocks me from opening the door. "Not too fast. You can't be mad at me just because I said you aren't my type."

With a grin, I shake my head to get ahold of myself together. The jerk somehow manages to show off a grimace and for some reason, it's annoying me badly.

"This is the time that you let me go." I say for him to remove his hand from the door but he is more stubborn that I thought, he instead does otherwise.

"You haven't answered me yet. Why are you here?" He asks arrogantly.

"I went to the wrong room. Isn't that obvious?"

Perhaps, not anticipating to hear arrogance in my own voice, his face tightens as he draws it even closer to mine.

"No offense, you're really just not my type." He repeats his annoyingly arrogant statement but I can't show him how much his influence has on me.

"Oh." I smirk thankfully. "None taken."

"But for such a boring afternoon, you can't be that bad."

"Asshole." I jerk this time because of his unrestricted bluntness, thrusting him abruptly.

As soon as I get the chance, I run out of the room as fast as I can. Successfully, I made it out without being caught. I didn't look back.

Fxcking bastard. Who the heck was that?

THE CAB DRIVER gives me an indignant stare during the entire time I am inside his car and it makes me really uncomfortable. Not that I care but the way he looks at me is intriguing. There must be something weird or unusual—perhaps, with my face. With that in thought, I take my phone out to check myself only to see the towel still wrapped up in my head.

Oh damn that douchebag. Tsk.

Bleakly, I pull the thick white cloth and fold it neatly. I shake my head in gratitude while my mind returns to the crazy event back at Marcus' house. It must be my instinct trying to save me from the situation because before I get out from the shower earlier, I just decided to put my clothes back on.

Why is that jerk in Marcus' house? Why is he in his room?

THE FOLLOWING MORNING doesn't radiate any difference from all the other mornings I had. However, despite being totally uninterested about anything, I still move my butt out of my apartment on time to attend my classes. Traffic isn't that bad today and so far, it's the only thing that's good for this morning.

"You're late." Marcus whispers after I put my things on the table and sit on the chair beside him. "Cool. So you're not talking to me again?"

Tsk. Noisy. Annoying.

To get rid of him, I put on my earphones and doodle irrelevant things on my notebook. It's a great way to get rid of the people you don't want to talk to or for you to make it 'til the end of the class without falling asleep.

"What was yesterday all about Louisse?" Marcus asks perkily after pulling out my earphone which slightly pisses me off. "You shouldn't have helped me, you know. I mean, if you are just going to treat me like nothing happened."

I snort and right after that, I flash him an eyeroll.

"Look, can you just tell me at least about yesterday? You just kind of disappeared." He says, eyes sparkling with sincerity. "You made me worried."