Lamentable Fate

Adjoining;

      The birds wake me up the next morning and I yawn as the sunshine begins to creep its way into my eyelids. I don't work today, but I don't want to get up and risk having to meet those two again. WAIT! I sit up abruptly and think about who is going to be here. Axel works, so does Mai. Jax doesn't work there, does he work at all? I start to shiver, oh. It's cold. I'm wearing just a camisole and spandex. I get up and grab my over-sized sweater from my ex-boyfriend. Costs like $200, but he didn't want it back. Cool, wasn't going to give it anyways. A knock on my window, more like a pound and I look at the clock on my nightstand. It's 11:24 am. Dang, I slept well. Another pound, "what the hell?" I open the shades and there's Jax. Not in a good mood obviously. "What the hell?!" I bring the shades up and look at him. I know he can hear me, "what the fuck are you doing here?" He smiles, "just coming to say good morning."

"Why could've you have done that when I got downstairs you freak." He laughs like it's some game, "because why would you even come down. You wouldn't. Knowing you for two seconds, it takes a brain to be a smart-ass. You would have figured out by now that it would just be us two. And you wouldn't come down." Well, he's right about that, "and? Your point?"

"That's why I'm here," I smack the window, making him and it wobble, "hey!" I give him the finger, "go away." Then shut the blinds and make it so I can't see him. "You are such a bitch! I'm trying to be nice." I shake my head, knowing he can't see me, "if you were trying to be nice you wouldn't have done what you did yesterday. I know that toxic trick. I'm not falling for it," I mumble. "I'm done with toxic relationships." I hear 'thump' and a 'katrump' I immediately look outside my windows, where did he go?

Then a sound, nothing like I've heard or experienced before, but somehow I know exactly what it is. I flip my knife open and turn around to the door. The door swings open and Jax is sitting there, putting away what looks like lock pic supplies you see in Sherlock Holmes movies. He gets up and is about to speak until he notices what I have in my hand and my stance. So he can pick locks. "You'll have to show me that." I say nodding to the door, "like you would want to actually learn." I sigh, "you know if this was my house I'd already would have thrown this at you. Get out of my room you pervert." Why the hell does he think this is okay? I am the opposite gender and he can't just come barging in! "Oh my, you think this is okay. Which it isn't unless..." I give the smirk, almost like Mai is controlling my mouth, "what?" He asks obviously confused. "well you see, in this world, if you are from here. We don't barge into opposite sex rooms, or anyone's rooms exactly There's a thing called knocking, which you did on the window. But we do it on doors, not weirdly on windows. But, unless you gay. We don't do that. So I guess you're gay." I start laughing at his reaction. "what no! I am not gay. How dare you say that?"

"Then get out of my room and don't pick its lock you freak." His face isn't happy, it's anger, something I know too well. "What did I struck at a nerve?"

"You better watch yourself. Putting others in different states of emotions just to feel in control isn't very good. It's toxic, you know." He heard me when I was talking. I almost feel embarrassed, but how dare he think that it's a coping method. "Get out." I slam the door in his face and sigh, "yea. The streets would've been better." Now, what to do, what to do. I get up, I guess I should familiarize myself with the cats, she never specifically gave me a number, I just know it's plural. I walk down two flights of stairs and step on some unexpected hardwood. I fall forwards randomly, cause why not? Let's break a face while we're at it. But my instincts kick it, I roll and get back up in a flash, not smoothly though. "Dang, girl got some moves." Jax comments. One, how does he move so fast within the house, and two, he is so not living up to my character play of him. I feel like it would be better though. "Thanks," I mumble, I look around. There a black cat, then a white one, then a fluffy white and black one. Then there is a tabby cat in the corner and another slick black-ish blue one. "Damn."