Wolfsbane, A Love Story

Waiting

I stretch my sinewy arms over my birds nest of hair. The dye is fading and I'm going to have to go with a new color soon. I huff in annoyance. Rolling out of bed, I don't even bother to open my eyes as I stumble mindlessly into the sunlit bathroom.

After brushing my teeth and hair, I hop into the shower.

I scrub at my matted hair ferverously, bobbing my head and lightly bouncing on the balls of my feet to the sound of music blasting through my phone speaker.

I stop fooling around and finish my shower. Stepping onto the fluffy bath mat, I sigh. Steam covers the tile walls and perspirates tiny beads onto the mirrors. I scan the bathroom. No towels. I open a cabinet. None in there. And I forgot to bring clean clothes. I slap my palm against my forehead. Shifting on my feet nervously, I peak my head around the door. No sign of him. I can't hear him, and his smell is everywhere, this is his house after all... With one last annoyed breath, I scurry down the hall and towards my bedroom.

I swing my body around the wall and lean against it, chest heaving. And then I spot him. His figure is sprawled out on my bed. His light breathing suggests he was sleeping, but I've just come sprinting in here, stark naked, like a bat out of hell. He shoots from my bed and snaps his head towards me. It's like it happens in slow motion. The whole thing probably lasted an entirety of three seconds, but will most definitely be scarred into my mind for the rest of my miserable life. I don't know how to react. I just do.

Some time during those three, terrifying, seconds I must've reached for the dresser. Because now I'm flinging a hairbrush through the air, aimed mercilessly for Nathan's big, fat, peeping Tom of a face.

I grab something else from the dresser without looking and continue to pelt him.

"OUT!" I find my voice. He's covering his eyes as he shuffles towards me. I slide past him before he collides with my bare chest. Once he's passed the threshold of what I wrongfully assumed was my private bedroom, I snap the door closed.

I plop my body against the door and start laughing hysterically. Nathan's booming laugh shortly follows. My shoulders heave with the effort and I wipe a tear from my eye.

"What the hell were you doing in here?" I ask wheezily.

He clears his throat. "I was just..."

"Juust..." I coo teasingly.

"Trying to bask in your scent. And plus, I had the perfect position to eavesdrop on the amazing concert you threw for youself."

I sigh.

"Well atleast I'm not a weirdo, rolling around is random chick's beds. If you wanted my perfume, I could've loaned you some, princess." I struggle to hide the amusement in my voice.

He chuckles again.

"Funny coming from you. Do you always enjoy a midmorning stroll through the house wearing nothing but a hair tie? Because if that's the case, just know that I will have no complaints." He states.

I'm half tempted to open the door again just so he'll shut up.

"Freak." I murmur.

"Nudist." He feigns a cough.

"Pervert."

"Streaker."

"Alright. I'll be the bigger wolf and let you win. Now scurry along, mommy has important calls to make." I say mockingly.

"Well, daddy will be right down the hall if you need anything." He says and I snicker.

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After drying and putting on fresh clothes, I sit on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at my phone screen. Here goes.